Crimes and Catastrophe

Murder and Scandal Don't Make Headlines, They Make History.

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The Names Marlowe, Sam Marlowe. I don’t chase headlines. I chase ghosts the kind that linger in case files yellowed by time. You won’t find me sipping lattes in a cafe; I’m knee deep in cold cases, ink-stained and hunting for answers nobody else bothered to find. Some call it obsession, I call it truth. The bodies are long gone, but the evidence still breathes if you know how to listen. That’s where I come in. I don’t work for glory and I sure as hell don’t work for free drinks and applause. I work for the story- the one buried under forty years of dust and silence. Pull up a chair. Strike a match. Let’s see what crawls out of the shadows when the lights go out.

  • Rest Well Adam the Woo.

    Some people pass through the world quietly. Adam the Woo left footprints, in abandoned places, in half-forgotten corners, in the routines of people who watched from home. The camera’s off now. The road keeps going. But the echo stays.

    I didn’t know Adam the Woo the way neighbors know neighbors, but I knew him the way travelers know a familiar road. He showed up, camera in hand, curious about forgotten places and roadside ghosts, and somehow made the world feel a little less empty. He walked where others didn’t look, lingered where time tried to move on, and reminded us that wonder still lives in the cracks. Tonight the road feels quieter. One less voice saying “let’s take a look.” Rest easy, Adam. Thanks for the miles.

    I’ll keep the light on for you.

  • Welcome.

    Welcome.

    Welcome to Crimes And Catastrophe-where murder and scandal don’t just make headlines, they make history.

    Around here, the nights are long and the stories are longer-tales of murderous dames, cold blooded killers, scandals that burn hot, and tragedies that linger like smoke in your lungs. We dig through the headlines, the whispers, the evidence left behind in alleys and splashed across front pages. Why? Because every crime leaves a story- and every story leaves a mark.

    So stay awhile. Pour yourself a stiff drink, light that metaphorical cigarette, and let’s walk these dark streets together. The truth is out there, and if you like yours straight up with no chaser, you’re in the right place.

    Take a seat, pal. The headlines are waiting-and trust me, you’re gonna want the front page view.

    sammarlowe@myyahoo.com

    WARNING — ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK.

    These pages hold murder, violence, disasters, and unedited crime-scene photos that don’t flinch. If you can’t stomach the dark side of the street, now’s the time to turn back.
    If you stay, then consider yourself warned, pal — I’m not here to hold your hand as you dig into the case files I’m discussing with you. If you can’t handle it, there’s the door. Oh and good luck, kid. You’re going to need it out there.