There's a little lie, we like to tell ourselves.
The people like you and me, nice people, never find ourselves in the crosshairs of a murderous
plot.
“Truth is, even nice guys, cross paths, with people who want them out of the picture.”
Nice guys, like Fabio Cementilly.
Big men and big hearts, big boys, big laugh.
A rock star hair stylist who drove a Porsche, he was like a wizard behind the chair. The killers came for Fabio and his own backyard.
“Sitting on his back patio, minding his own business, completely ambushed, taken by surprise,”
horrifically killed. Who could have done this? You can't rationalize it, you can't figure it out. This just doesn't happen in Woodland Hills.
“There was rampant speculation about everything.”
But every wild theory was wrong. We were dumbfounded.
I would have never in a million years imagined this.
We were played the entire time. Because the truth was even more unbelievable. But he said he stabbed him, "Well, is anyone hearing what I'm hearing?" And even more heartbreaking. The uncertainty of not knowing is a form of agony in itself.
From Sony Music Entertainment and novel, this is Cut Colour Kill. I'm Jonathan Hirsch. Coming May 1st to the bench, search for Cut Colour Kill wherever you get your podcasts. Subscribers to the bench can listen to all episodes, all at once, and free.
