He was worth more dead than he ever was alive... but not to me. I was Gary Gilmore's brother.
Love. Murder. Everything they do is 97% control and 3% emotion.
The face of danger was the face of the man she loved!
MAGIC ENCHANTRESS...mysterious as the night that cloaks her...a daughter of Venus...who comes out with the stars...so young, so alluring...men cannot resist the spell of her beauty...! (Print ad Los Angeles Times August 3 ,1933)
SEE! The Fantastic Binocular Murder! SEE! The Vat of Death!
SPREAD THOSE BEACH BLANKETS!
Russian oligarchy expands.
Their stories are different... but their profession is the same.
The night you couldn't sleep... even if you wanted to!
A Monster created from the depths!
WOMANLY WILES WERE HER WEAPONS! (original print ad - all caps)