As if there weren't enough reasons to never date a Quincy guy, it turns out that the Craigslist Killer called the 02169 home. The Boston PD closed in when it was discovered that boy genius Philip Markoff actually e-mailed his Craigslist prey from his home computer. Seriously, you can't make this stuff up.
Turns out that the wunderkind in question has a fiance, and (here's the kicker), she's actually dumber than he is. Megan McAllister has been shooting her mouth off whenever possible to speak of the kind and gentle qualities of her sociopathic beloved. Despite the fact that her snookums left prints all over the murder scene, McAllister is still standing by her man. Whether she's holding out for a wedding or is simply in it for the hot conjugal trailer sex is anyone's guess.
Markoff's family isn't talking because they know what everyone (aside from Miss Megan) already knows: that he's an elitist prick with a gambling problem. He treatened and robbed defenseless women because he thought he could get away with it. Love may be blind but there is no way on earth that Megan McAllister didn't have even the slightest suspicion as to where this full time student was getting all this cash.
This unspeakable tragedy will yield justice for the victim's families. As an extra bonus it'll also give the Herald something interesting to write about all summer. Perhaps Markoff will have the opportunity to shack up with second degree murderer Alexander Pring-Wilson...those two would make quite the dynamic duo.
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The title of your blog says it all. I will say that I love how the Herald was reporting about the things they registered for. Absolute madness.
A lot of their guests already bought stuff of their registry. I wonder what Miss Manners has to say about returning wedding gifts because your fiance is stuck in the slammer.
He's not a real Quincy guy.
That's insane.
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