Murder Most Foul

“He will present a grave danger of taking another human life. This man is bright, well read, and capable of fooling all but the very best psychiatrists and social workers. He’s another Ted Bundy. He could charm a victim to her death. I consider Edwin Snelgrove to be the most dangerous defendant I have ever

Jodi’s boyfriend wanted her to dress up as Little Red Riding Hood for a sex session. But when he got tired of her she flew into a jealous rage and shot him, stabbed him and slit his throat... They met for the first time at a conference in Las Vegas in September 2006. He was

Bundy told the reporters “I’m the most cold-hearted son of a bitch you’ll ever meet.” He told them he received no gratification from causing pain, that what really fascinated him was the hunt, the adventure of seeking out his victims. And, to a degree, possessing them physically as one would possess a potted plant, a

It was September 11th, 2014, the 13th anniversary of 9/11, when police knocked on the door of Tammy Jo Blanton’s apartment. That anniversary, recalling the tragic occasion in 2001 when terrorists destroyed New York’s twin towers, is commemorated across the States, and Tammy, a true patriot, always lit a memorial candle every year in memory

Joanne Lees and Peter Falconio were an adventurous young couple, travelling to Italy, Greece and Jamaica. Then, undaunted by the disquieting news of the backpacker murders and the Port Arthur killings, they planned a trip to Thailand, Singapore and Australia. On November 15th, 2000, they set out through Nepal and Malaysia, arriving in Sydney in

Two days after Christmas 1926, Earle Nelson perpetrated one of his worst atrocities when he slaughtered 28-year-old Mrs. Germania Harpin and her eight-month-old baby. His bloodlust seemed insatiable, and police were now employing thousands of men on the case. Almost every murder of a woman in the USA was now blamed on the man they

“Just a minute – Emma LeDoux.” “Yes – I’m Emma LeDoux. Shall we walk?” She smiled, but this was wasted on Deputy Sheriff Jack Whelihan, who marched her straight to the office of City Marshal E. P. Shine. And Shine, moved by the incongruity of her presence in his musty chambers, ushered her outside again

Dr. Teresa Sievers was making a pot of jasmine tea in the kitchen of her Florida home when she heard a faint sound behind her. It was Sunday evening, June 28th, 2015. She’d just flown back from a family celebration 1,300 miles away in New York and had left her husband and their two daughters

During the summer of 1980, Sunset Boulevard – the street stretching from Los Angeles to the Pacific Coast Highway, normally associated with the glamour of Hollywood – was the playground of Douglas Daniel Clark. It was here that he selected his playthings, where he found what he lusted after the most. His preference was oral

It was midday when Rio DiAngelo arrived at the hilltop mansion overlooking San Diego to find all the windows closed, the curtains drawn, and outdoor lights burning in the sunshine. The front door was locked, but he found a side door ajar and warily pushed it open. The unmistakable stench of death made him gag