that it was cunanan walked into the cash on the beach pawnshop. running low on money, he decided to pawn a gold coin. the shopowner, who didn t recognize, and paid him $190. cunanan actually signed his own name. and the owner, submitted the paperwork to the miami pd, s requirement by law. then andrew cunanan returned to the normandy plaza. but the closest he got to his past life, and cultural wannabe, was in fantasy. he was surrounded by vogue, vanity fair, of skill magazines. and he had our, books and books of history, and architecture. so obviously, during the day, or the times and he couldn t go, out he just lost himself in that world of antiques and antiquity, art, architecture. the lives of the rich and famous. all of the things he ll aspire to and pretended in his own fantasy world that he was part
they could ve done a better job of frank sharing some information. though it had nothing to do with the fbi. america s most wanted did a story on cunanan, and the countermand at the sub shop near cunanan hotel side. i looked up, and i saw s face, and i automatically recognized him from america s most wanted. he dialed 9-1-1. he s inside the store now. and they told us to try to delay his order. miami police, responded instantly, but it was too late. if it was him, he had already taken himself to minnesota, and left. there was no, doubt however, that it was cunanan walked into the cash on the beach pawnshop. running low on money, he decided to pawn a gold coin. the shopowner, who didn t recognize him, and paid him $190. cunanan actually signed his own name. and the owner, submitted the paperwork to the miami pd, s requirement by law. then andrew cunanan returned to
there was no, doubt however, that it was cunanan walked into the cash on the beach pawnshop. running low on money, he decided to pawn a gold coin. the shopowner, who didn t recognize, and paid him $190. cunanan actually signed his own name. and the owner, submitted the paperwork to the miami pd, s requirement by law. then andrew cunanan returned to the normandy plaza. but the closest he got to his past life, and cultural wannabe, was in fantasy. he was surrounded by vogue, vanity fair, of skill magazines. and he had our, books and books of history, and architecture. so obviously, during the day, or the times and he couldn t go, out he just lost himself in that world of antiques and antiquity, art, architecture. the lives of the rich and famous. all of the things he ll aspire