He was unassuming, sweet, and friendly. "Saved" in church as a teen, he never caused trouble. In the Navy, they called him Opie. Though he was a big guy, he had a soft, boyish demeanor. "The boy next door," said those who worked with and knew him. But John Eric Armstrong had a dark secret-hidden even from those closest to him. Prowling Detroit's well-known pocket of prostitution on historic Michigan Ave, this young husband and father picked up … [Read more...]