Send Kris and Rob a Text Message! On the night before Thanksgiving, November 24th, 1971, a man in a dark suit and a sensible tie took seat 18C on Northwest Orient Flight 305—a short hop from Portland to Seattle aboard a Boeing 727. He ordered bourbon and soda, smoked his Raleighs, and handed a folded note to the flight attendant. It wasn’t a phone number. It was a promise. Inside the briefcase, he said, was a bomb. What followed would become the only unsolved hijacking in American aviation hi...
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Send Kris and Rob a Text Message! On the night before Thanksgiving, November 24th, 1971, a man in a dark suit and a sensible tie took seat 18C on Northwest Orient Flight 305—a short hop from Portland to Seattle aboard a Boeing 727. He ordered bourbon and soda, smoked his Raleighs, and handed a folded note to the flight attendant. It wasn’t a phone number. It was a promise. Inside the briefcase, he said, was a bomb. What followed would become the only unsolved hijacking in American aviation hi...
Send Kris and Rob a Text Message! May 26, 1990, Wellington, Florida. A doorbell rings, and wife and mother opens the front door to find a clown with an orange wig, white face, red nose and gloves, holding flowers and balloons. What she believed was a delivery and gesture of kindness, wasn’t. It was an ambush and a point-blank gunshot to her head. After firing, the clown turned and calmly walked away to a waiting car. But why murder this woman who seemed to have no enemies? Rumors of affairs s...
Hitched 2 Homicide
Send Kris and Rob a Text Message! On the night before Thanksgiving, November 24th, 1971, a man in a dark suit and a sensible tie took seat 18C on Northwest Orient Flight 305—a short hop from Portland to Seattle aboard a Boeing 727. He ordered bourbon and soda, smoked his Raleighs, and handed a folded note to the flight attendant. It wasn’t a phone number. It was a promise. Inside the briefcase, he said, was a bomb. What followed would become the only unsolved hijacking in American aviation hi...