Fifty years ago, a left-wing radical planted bombs across New York, launching a desperate manhunt—and an explosive new strain of political extremism.

I was arrested at an anti-war protest, jumped bail and went on the run. That's when my story really began.

They seemed like fun-loving foreigners living it up in Taiwan. But below the surface was a gruesome story.

The police had no idea about Richard Klinkhamer's gruesome crime—even when he wrote down the details and sent them to publishers.

The tabloids called us “Mommy and Clyde.” This is what it was really like to be raised by a murderous sociopath—and how I finally found a moral compass behind bars.

She was imprisoned for murdering her husband, then escaped and assumed a new identity. Her adoring friends and employers had no idea.

When I went to prison I was black. By the time I got out 11 years later I was crazy, fascist and white.

A prominent politician was accused of raping a 12-year-old actress—in 54 B.C. The way his legendary lawyer dismissed it speaks volumes about how we prosecute these crimes now.

Teo Brank found a lucrative side hustle arranging escorts for sex parties. But when his business soured, he turned to extortion.