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Repeat offender

The words unfair, barbaric and infuriating were some that came to mind this afternoon. But they don't begin to describe...

From the Post-Dispatch, earlier this afternoon:

A recently paroled burglar was charged today with first-degree murder in the rape and slaying of former Post-Dispatch writer and editor Nancy Miller in her home in Chesterfield.

Brian Michael Walters was staying with his parents in the 15000 block of Claymoor Court, near where Miller lived, and stabbed her to death, officials said. Walters, 27, also was charged with armed criminal action, first-degree burglary and rape in warrants filed today. He was held without bond in the county Justice Center in Clayton.

Officials said the suspect had been released from a Missouri prison about 10 days ago. Officials said Walters was sentenced in 2003 to serve seven years in a case from Maryland Heights.

The charges say Walters admitted that he entered Miller's home without consent for the purpose of stealing, confronted and raped her, then stabbed and cut her with two knives. Neither the charges nor officials made mention of any possesions being taken.

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