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Any hope of finding the real killer?
First time I visited my parents after moving to Miami, I noticed something strange about their small Southern city: the most mundane murders received coverage on the local TV news!
"Man shot to death at convenience store. More after this message."
Shot? Shot and what else? Shot and found in more than one dumpster? Shot and ritually dismembered by a little-known religious cult? Shot after being held hostage in a warehouse and subjected to non-voluntary dentistry with mechanics' tools?
No, just shot. That alone was sufficiently unusual to be news in that other America. Here in Miami, you can't earn your 15 minutes of fame just by being killed. You need a theme; an angle. It helps if your killer was eleven years old. Even better, you're an upper-middle-class husband and daddy whose wife witnessed your tragic death at the hands of a car-jacker, who later turns out to have been your wife's crack dealer for the past three years. Not that there's a connection.

I know the Brits must have tales that make these look like bedtime stories. Whenever we read about a woman whose cottage is wallpapered in individually numbered fish scales, or a couple whose pet hedgehog thinks its a squirrel, it happened in Britain. Any good murders? Or just lovable eccentrics?
First time I visited my parents after moving to Miami, I noticed something strange about their small Southern city: the most mundane murders received coverage on the local TV news!
"Man shot to death at convenience store. More after this message."
Shot? Shot and what else? Shot and found in more than one dumpster? Shot and ritually dismembered by a little-known religious cult? Shot after being held hostage in a warehouse and subjected to non-voluntary dentistry with mechanics' tools?
No, just shot. That alone was sufficiently unusual to be news in that other America. Here in Miami, you can't earn your 15 minutes of fame just by being killed. You need a theme; an angle. It helps if your killer was eleven years old. Even better, you're an upper-middle-class husband and daddy whose wife witnessed your tragic death at the hands of a car-jacker, who later turns out to have been your wife's crack dealer for the past three years. Not that there's a connection.
I know the Brits must have tales that make these look like bedtime stories. Whenever we read about a woman whose cottage is wallpapered in individually numbered fish scales, or a couple whose pet hedgehog thinks its a squirrel, it happened in Britain. Any good murders? Or just lovable eccentrics?