Alaina Urquhart

Eventually, he found himself talking with a young Irishman who introduced himself as Stephen.

Years later, Nilsen would tell police he had, quote, no idea who this youth was.

Yeah, as Stephen had no identification on him at the time or anything to indicate who he was or where he'd come from.

That said, he wouldn't have needed a driver's license or some other ID to tell that who he was talking to was still very much a teenager.

He looked it.

Ew.

He was Stephen Holmes, a 14-year-old runaway from Kilburn.

Oh, God, a baby.

Yeah.

Stephen had been out at a rockabilly concert that night and was waiting for a bus outside the Cricklewood Arms when he decided to go inside to get warm.

Nilsen convinced Stephen to come back to his apartment, where they spent a few hours drinking and listening to music until the boy passed out on Nilsen's bed.

Though Dennis swore there was no sexual contact between them, he said, quote, I snuggled up to him and put my arm around him.

Then he pulled the blanket down and looked at the boy who was undressed.

Sexual contact.

He said, I remember thinking that because it was morning, he would wake and leave me.

Oh, no.

Dennis looked down at the pile of clothes on the floor beside the bed and spotted his necktie.

He said, Oh, fuck.

Oh, fuck.

At that moment, Stephen awoke with a jolt, obviously struggling, and they fell to the floor.