Because of the standing moratorium on capital punishment, the court imposed life without parole. The killer was transferred to a maximum-security prison reserved for the most dangerous offenders. Even hardened inmates kept their distance.
His complete indifference—to threats, solitary confinement, even his own life—unnerved everyone around him. A palpable sense of dread seemed to follow him. He spoke to no one and spent his days alone in his cell.
According to the few comments prison staff ever made, he never showed the slightest sign of remorse. For people across the metro region, the name “Brick” became a grim symbol of that era. It was a time when old systems were collapsing and bitterness could curdle into something monstrous.
People crushed by poverty, envy, and resentment sometimes looked at someone else’s success and saw theft. Five lives destroyed and dozens of families broken—that was the final toll of his private war.
That was the price of “justice” in the twisted mind of a former ward of the state. Andrew Kravitz never found a place in the cold world he believed had rejected him. He entered criminal history as one of the most brutal and inhuman killers of his time.
