Patricia Patrice McPatrick came from a family obsessed with the New England Patriots and alliteration.

The media was clamoring at their door on Tuesday and had forgotten their names by Friday.

The dying man's last words: "His voice...It was reedy," left the detectives wondering if the killer had a high pitched voice or went by the name Reedy.

Temptations, by the standards of the average man, were everywhere in Las Vegas, but Daggert, there for a checkers tournament, cared only for the red and black pieces before him.

The SUV jumped into gear and slammed into the storefront, cheap lingerie and sex toys cascading into the street.

All of his coworkers were either clowns or freaks, Burt thought, but then what did he expect from a traveling circus.

"Martha Stewart and hippies are a lot alike," she mused. "They both like to make their own stuff."