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Before their eyes, Moseley began hunting through the shadows for his victim. He peered through locked doors of a railroad station and a coffee shop. He returned to the apartment building and found Kitty, bleeding and terrified, on the floor. "She was twisting and turning," said Moseley, "and I don't know how many times or where I stabbed her until she was fairly quiet." Then Moseley ripped off her clothes and sexually molested her. "I heard the upstairs door open at least twice, maybe three times," Moseley recalled, "but when I looked up there was nobody."
"A Pretty Shameful Thing." Now relaxed and at ease, Moseley drove home, even played good Samaritan once by stopping to waken a motorist who had fallen asleep at a stoplight. He silently entered his house, washed his knife, replaced it neatly in his tool box and slept soundly. For a time thereafter, he seemed normal enough. Then on March 19, he skipped work, left home in broad daylight and drove to a nearby residential section. There he burglarized one house, drove to a second and parked his car at the curb. Incredibly, he made three trips carrying his loot to the car. Neighbors saw him, called the police, who arrested Moseley without a struggle.
Within hours, he confessed to all his crimes, insisted he felt no sorrow. When police wanted to take him past a battery of cameramen to his cell, Moseley said serenely: "I have a father out there. I also have a wife, and this is a pretty shameful thing. Would it be all right with you people if I covered up my face?"
At his trial, Moseley pleaded not guilty by reason of insanity. After the jury returned its verdict, Moseley's lawyers asked for extra time to file motions before formal sentencing. Judge Shapiro flatly refused: "I know what I'm going to do," he said. "The sooner we get him out of Queens County and into the death house—the better."