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Not quite the same, but I've got a brush with infamy as well.

In 1993, my Dad and I rented a house in Brantford Ontario and we had a roommate who we'd only known for a month or two. One weekend the roommate, who was a pretty greasy guy, had gone down to St. Catharines where he was from to hang out with some people and he was suppposed to be back on a Tuesday to start a new job.

He doesn't come home Tuesday and calls on Wednesday morning to tell us that if his boss calls we should tell him that he is detained in St. Catharines. So my Dad asks him what's going on and he tells him that he got picked up on some outstanding warrants and is in jail but should be out later that day.

Later that day on the news we hear that a suspect has been arrested in some unsolved rape/murder cases in St. Catharines. We immediately wonder if the roommate is the guy and are totally creeped out. Turns out to be even more bizarre. The guy they arrested that day was Paul Bernardo and our roommate was in the jail when Bernardo was brought in. They never shared a cell or anything since Bernardo was kept isolated at all times, but he did see him being taken back and forth between cells and the interrogation rooms.