I don’t read true crime for all the lurid, messy parts so much as for the weird and intimately revealing personal details about people’s lives. Down these dark corridors you find the kinds of things you’re unlikely to see anywhere else. In this tale of the implosion of an affluent and deeply dysfunctional family, which resulted in the murder of two brothers, there is a wonderful vignette where the femme fatale’s “stereo boy” lover is discovered by his brother/boss wearing an expensive watch given to him as a love token. The stereo boy’s brother, being born again, is appalled at these wages of adultery and promptly threatens to fire his brother . . . unless he gives him the watch. He does, and keeps his job. Talk about Christian family values! You can’t make stuff like that up. Or the way stereo boy precisely timed his girlfriend’s crying jags to the minute – presumably checking that pricey timepiece as she poured forth her soul to him. The story was made into a TV-movie, but I’m not sure they got the comedy.