
Robert Alberg wanted just one thing in life: a girlfriend.
Shy, slight and forever single, the 37-year-old son of a local multi-millionaire dreamed of love, of being noticed, of sharing walks on sandy beaches.
When the love of his life failed to materialize, Alberg came up with another obsession: making deadly ricin. He was much more successful at that.
Arrested last April with jars of home-brewed poison in his Kirkland apartment, he seemed destined not for warm sandy beaches but for cold cell blocks. [read more...]