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The Mystery of Baby John Doe
February 28, 1988 saw some early signs of springtime life for bitterly cold Cheyenne, Wyoming. Lots of townspeople were out walking that day to release some of that pent up winter energy. Two of those townspeople would make the local news for their frightful discovery near McKinney Drive and Happy Jack Road.
By Real Monsters 5 years ago in Criminal
9:29
Why is former Minneapolis police officer, Derek Chauvin being tried in front of a jury? Why are we wasting time, money, and other resources to host a dog and pony show for someone who clearly, in front of our very eyes, committed murder, taking the life of an individual who was not a threat to him, or his fellow officers?
By Sherry McGuinn5 years ago in Criminal
One of the World’s most dangerous outlaws to have ever lived.
In two decades Veerappan’s saga had become global, from the Time magazine to a Chinese daily reporting the story of a lawbreaker who had managed to hide from the law. Some Indian dailies placed him in the league of Osama bin Laden.
By DEEPAK SETHI5 years ago in Criminal
Dead to rights (follow up from Merlot wins in the end)
I'd had a few weeks off enjoying the ocean with my two boys Belgian Malinois I'd had a hectic month so time off was just what I needed, every time supplies were required I'd put my usual disguise on! As far as the locals new an elderly lady in her 55's to 60's lived here not a young curvaceous 5'2 brunette, I'd had so many aliases I had forgotten my own birth name! I'd gotten use to the many disguise's & was becoming to comfortable being someone else I never celebrated a birthday as I didn't even know when the actual date was! Come to think of it I wasn't even shore of my actual age, Years ago I new that this would be a solitary life! One of loneliness & that! Is why I chose this profession, The first kill was the hardest! Once I'd learned how to cut off my emotions it just kept getting easier! In fact you could say I'd become colder than Ice. We were getting low on stock & I needed to do a run into town, I lived so far away from civilisation I doubt anyone would even venture out this far and even if they did I had made sure they'd never find my place, all access roads or tracks leading curious people to snooping any where close to my retreat would eventually take them back to the local beach cantina it was a long roundabout trek but it worked out all the same, I'd covered my tracks like I've said many times matriculates in everything I do, check! triple check! never leave any stone unturned always stay three steps in front of everything & everyone.
By Roberta Russell5 years ago in Criminal
At the Doctor's
He winked, part child-like, part gnarly. The last time I had seen him this uncomfortable, he’d just received his divorce papers: a pile he would come to treat with more care than his IPad, as if it could not just at any moment break, but also break him. He looked at it never for more than thirty seconds at a time, as if its spell was that of the Germanic Loreley, whose chants had to be heard sustainedly to hurt. Not rare for him, his fingers blueprinted the sheets with sweat—the kind that sticks, almost tear-like in texture—and I had to distract him with whatever something I had at hand: here a convincing weather report (followed, always, by a yawn, both his and mine); there a murky glass of overcold Merlot, which I would fetch from the garage’s fridge: my steps, too, serving as a sidetracking staccato.
By H5 years ago in Criminal
9 Minutes 29 Seconds
If this were a play, perhaps a grand Shakespearian style play, set in a modern and virtual Globe Theater, we’d know the cast. The hero who meets a tragic end, the lady who has lost him, the villain who admits no crime. I get to be the narrator and at the beginning, I shall stride from the wings into the center stage. I’d be small on the grand stage, just a slender little man with a long brown braid, in cargo pants and a tie-dyed hoodie, nothing much to look at, but my movements, the way I carry myself would fortend some great story. The orchestra would slowly fade away, as I lean forward, my hands making a grand gesture framing my face, now the only fully lit feature of the stage.
By Duointherain5 years ago in Criminal
The Lovers Downfall
This story is based off the painting Nighthawks by Edward Hopper January 21st, 1937 Greenwich Village, Manhattan I felt an unusual sense of foreboding as I approached Phillies Diner. The night was frigid, and I was shivering so badly. I felt as if my bones themselves were shaking. This neighborhood was generally safe, and I’d never felt such unease walking down Greenwich Avenue. The streets were empty, and most stores were dark besides a couple of restaurants that stayed open to catch the late-night stragglers and night shift workers who had yet to eat. Each step I took echoed off the stone walls, and I drew my coat closer to keep out the chill.
By Nicholas Bales 5 years ago in Criminal
FBI Asks Public for Help in New Mexico Cold Case
Knock. Knock. Knock. 9-year old Anthonette “Squirrel” Cayedito was fast asleep at 3:00 AM that night of April 6, 1986, when she and her younger sister Wendy heard progressively louder raps on the door of their Gallup, New Mexico apartment.
By Real Monsters 5 years ago in Criminal
Jagged Edge - A Movie Review
We’re going to go over this case again and again until we find the suspect. Jagged Edge was released to theaters in 1985. Framed for the murder of his wife, Jack Forrester is put on a murder trial. Finding someone to represent him in court is not easy. When Teddy Barnes steps in, a love story forms instead of inspecting the case.
By Marielle Sabbag5 years ago in Criminal
scammers inc
KUALA LUMPUR No sooner had Cindy received an email from her Lawyer in Kuala Lumpur, was she purchasing an airplane ticket.
By Peter Bowden5 years ago in Criminal
Frances Howard, a 17th century murderer
Frances Howard was a 17th century murderer who was lucky to escape the ultimate penalty for her crime but who caused other people to lose their lives on her behalf.
By John Welford5 years ago in Criminal
The Cocaine of Cheeses
The home was well lit from the outside. The dog-chewed leather furniture smelled antique. The house stood tall amongst the rest. It had an air of nobility, if a structure could have such. It sat in a row of Wilmington, Delaware Colonials. Its brick facade welcomed anyone ready to rest and live. A couple stepped out of a blue, vintage, midsize European coupe. A white van rumbled by and parked a few yards away from the house. Calloway Simms saw this and shrugged.
By Skyler Saunders5 years ago in Criminal