"The couple tried to make them leave. They complained to the police. When that didn’t work, they tried to build friendships, hoping they could charm the squatters into respecting their property. Sometimes, they hid in their house. For three years, the tension built. Until one sweltering summer night in 2016."
How a home-schooled teenager became an oxy kingpin.
The real question is this: can I love the art but hate the artist? Can you? When I say we, I mean I. I mean you.
How the Coast Guard expanded the war on drugs into international waters.
A former journalist, equipped with an algorithm and the largest collection of murder records in the country, finds patterns in crime.
A jailhouse interview.
How cops use arcane pedestrian laws to racially profile people in Jacksonville, Florida.
In 2015, two bright Mississippi State college students started dating. Months later, they were planning their life together—alongside ISIS.
After the relationship ended, the harassment began.
On female anger in the post-Weinstein world.
In dozens of criminal trials, prosecutors have put the same gun in the hands of more than one defendant.
In Northern Albania, vengeance is as likely a form of restitution as anything the criminal-justice system can offer.
On the promise of 23-year-old Nicholas Cleves, who died in the bike path attack in New York.
There’s no telling how many guns there are in America—and when one gets used in a crime, no way for the cops to connect it to its owner. The only place the police can turn for help is a Kafkaesque agency in West Virginia, where, thanks to the gun lobby, computers are illegal and detective work is absurdly antiquated. On purpose.
There the man in the shorts—later identified as a Russian agent using the alias Richard Murphy of New Jersey—handed Michael Zottoli from Seattle two items: a flash memory card and a bag that held $150,000 in cash.
Within nine months they’d both be behind bars.
An elite group of forensic scientists, charged with finding hidden human remains, nears retirement age.
What motivates men like Harvey Weinstein?
In the weeks after Davis shot the six cops, faked out the costly, nationwide manhunt for 17 days, and held a major portion of the NYPD to a standoff in the Twin Parks Houses near Fordham Road, huge black-and-white mug shot-like photos of a starry-eyed, baby-faced killer adorned the front pages of the tabloids under headlines like “They Won’t Take Me Alive” and the local news anchors excitedly invoked his name at the top of every show.
A child genius living in poverty, her mother, and the benefactor who became their tormenter.
Some players, from the start, were up front about admitting it was a hoax. Others insisted, to their graves, that the story was true, that the Lutz family had been haunted by something. It’s just that the something may not have been paranormal at all.
Barry Jones has spent the last 22 years on death row for the murder of a 4-year-old girl. Prosecutors have fought against reopening his case even as the basis for his conviction has fallen apart.
Following the fraudsters who use gods and myth to steal from the elderly.
He had the gear, the charm, the trail stories. He found his marks in outdoorsy women.
“GOD Almighty, you can get killed in Baltimore—for no reason at all.”
The rise and fall of a chubby Idaho pizza delivery boy turned weed kingpin.
