Not that this matters (though that never stopped me before), but.......in 2003-4, I lived in California....DURING the whole Laci Peterson saga. She vanished prior to my getting orders to Beale AFB, and the discovery (etc) was shortly after I got moved into my house. Two doors down from me - in northern California in the spring of 2003 - was a guy named.......Scott Peterson.
Other side note. In 1997, I had a good friend who drove trucks and on rare occasions he hauled contraband for the CIA. They never told him what was in the truck. But he had to get a copy of his bill of lading yadda yadda. So he stops off at a K-Mart to do it and pulls his long truck alongside the store, gets out, and goes in to have his stuff run off in the office. All of a sudden they announce to evacuate the building. They let him copy as he's about done, and he goes out to his truck. LEOs follow him to his truck and ask him what he's hauling. He tells them he has no idea no idea (he obviously can't mention the CIA, and who believes that anyway?). But he's denying them the right to search his vehicle. He's cooperative otherwise so they ask to see his license. No big deal, he shows it to them.
I think you can imagine the reaction when the cops found out the guy hauling explosives in 1997 was named Jim McVay. Timothy's trial was actively going on at the time.......