Elvis Presley was waiting backstage at a Memphis venue in 1963 when the opening act canceled. The stage manager asked if anyone could fill 20 minutes at the piano. Nobody expected the man who stood up. It was the evening of Friday, November 8th, 1963, and the Ellis Auditorium in Memphis was…
I was struck by uh what a bright and uh and a beautiful girl she was. I know that the whole office is listening, so I’ll make it short. Would you have lunch with me? Maybe at Otai, the racetrack. >> There are moments in a man’s life, quiet, unguarded moments when the…
:In Colorado, the mysterious abduction of a young mother ends up a brutal homicide. There are few clues and fewer suspects. Now, investigators must try to build their case out of redwood. In rural Minnesota, 4 minutes of grainy surveillance video is the only link to a missing girl’s whereabouts. Authorities struggled to…
Shark. Tomorrow in the tank on this. Any experience wrestling an alligator? Nothing would surprise me. >> Johnny Carson was the face of late-night television for decades, making millions laugh every night with his charm, wit, and unforgettable monologues. But behind the smiles and applause, there was a side of Carson the…
March 28th, 1999. Rush Presbyterian St. Luke’s Medical Center, Chicago, Illinois. Angelo LaPietra, LaP EHTR, closed his eyes for the last time. He was 78 years old. A wife named Mildred sat nearby. A daughter named Joanne. A son named Angelo Jr. Three grandchildren, two great-grandchildren. The machines beeped, then they didn’t….
July 22nd, 1979, 3:15 in the afternoon. The 727 Lounge, West 47th Street, Hell’s Kitchen. Ruby Stein walked in expecting to collect debts. Stein was Jewish, 61 years old, and he ran the biggest Lone Shark book in New York. Over $6 million on the street. He had books. He had names….
On the evening of March 11th, 1944 in Nazi-occupied Paris, a woman named Madame Masset told her husband she could not take it anymore. The smell had become unbearable. For days, the chimney of the townhouse across the street, number 21 Rue LeSueur in the fashionable 16th arrondissement, not far from the…
July 30th, 1975, 2:30 p.m. Bloomfield Township, Michigan. Jimmy Hoffus sat behind the wheel of his green Pontiac Grandville in the parking lot of the Makus Red Fox restaurant, 13 miles north of Detroit. He was 62 years old. He was wearing a blue shirt. He had been waiting for 45 minutes. Two men…
The phone call came at 11:47 p.m. on August 8th, 1978, Tuesday night. A pay phone in Queens ringing the emergency number that connected directly to Roy Deio’s operation in Flatlands, Brooklyn. The voice on the line was panicked, terrified. Roy, we got a problem. The shipment from Miami, the cash, it’s…
March 1978. A cool, damp night settled over suburban Chicago, muffling the usual hum of traffic and the distant sirens that marked the city’s restless pulse. On a quiet street lined with manicured lawns and shadowed garages, a figure slipped silently through the darkness, moving with the precision of a predator. Inside…
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