I’m Craig’s daughter.

It’s been six years, but some days it still feels like six minutes.

My father turned 64 on October 18th. Less than a month later, on November 14th, he was dead.

I’m grateful he got to meet his great-grandson—born on the same day as him. That moment will always mean something to me.

But nothing about what happened makes sense. And what hurts most is knowing that the truth has been buried right along with my father.

From day one, I’ve been deeply disturbed by how the North Las Vegas Police Department handled the investigation. Questions were ignored. Red flags overlooked. And I’ve always suspected his wife—his partner of 20 years—along with another family member who benefited from his death.

Their marriage was... odd. For years, she lived in San Francisco for months at a time, only returning to Las Vegas sporadically. They never shared a room. I was 14 when they got together, and I never once saw them act like a real couple.

On November 13th, around 9 PM, my father said he was going to the store.

At 11:30 PM—barely two hours later—his wife was already blowing up the police department, reporting him missing. She was told you have to wait 24 hours, but she kept calling. So much so that by 9 PM on November 14th, North Las Vegas PD was at the house taking her missing person report—at the exact same time homicide detectives were pulling up to inform her that they found my father dead.

That timing has never sat right with me. She called so obsessively, it’s like she needed that missing person report on file to cover what was really happening.

Here’s what I know:

They didn’t just “find” my father. He was dragged out of his car and dumped behind a vacant house.

His body was placed there. It was no accident.

And to this day, we have no idea where he was actually killed.

Yet, she was never questioned.

Months earlier, in July, my father had finally received a long-awaited inheritance—over $300,000. Not long after, he gave $250,000 to a family member “for safekeeping.” Then suddenly, everything spiraled. His wife cremated him almost immediately after his death. She never held a service. She blocked me from contacting the crematory. She burned him knowing that he had a burial plot paid in full since I was 15, meant to be laid to rest with his mother.

She didn’t pull the trigger—but I believe she set this up.

And the person who did pull the trigger? They got away with it.

The house was cleaned out. The story was patched together. And the police didn’t dig deeper. Meanwhile, in a world full of cameras, surveillance, drones, and phone tracking—someone knows what really happened.

People whisper that it was about greed.

That’s because it was.

But no amount of money can bring my father back.

Craig deserved better.

He deserved peace. He deserved answers.

He deserved justice.

And I won’t stop speaking up until he gets it.

You need to ask Ms Crane what happened to Craig why was her son the last person seen with Craig leaving the casino asking for a ride home?? But yet your still have relations with them!! You’re blaming his wife because you were jealous and 20 years?? More like over like over 30 years. And yes she had a service for her husband you need to leave drugs alone. Just like how you put Craig and his family out of 13 la Madre way because you kept begging for money after rent was already paid. I know a lot about you? How did you know police and homicide came at the same time? Were you there? Why haven’t you question Mr. Crane? He was brought for questions and had two different stories? So he gave a family member 250,000$ in that what he told you? For someone that barely had a connection with Craig you sure know a lot. It was stated in the report he was killed in his car which him and his wife together he was killed at the vacant home. How did the suspects know the home was vacant? How you know Craig never had any dealings with that home? Your miserable because you want money from his death you know it like I do.

You type of this information years because you were involved Craig has no daughters just two sons who he dearly cared for. You was jealous of his wife of 30 plus years you mentioned 300,000$ don’t have documents to support your assumptions? You’ve always been jealous of Craig for leaving Debra your mother. You felt entitled to his money and didn’t receive a dime. Your friends with Ms. Crane and her son was implicated in your so called Fathers death!!! You will get what god has in storage in for you.

Hey—thank you for sharing this.

I didn’t know your dad personally, but reading your post, it’s clear he meant the world to you. And what you’ve laid out here… it’s heartbreaking, but also infuriating. You’ve carried so much for so long, and the fact that you’re still standing, still speaking up for him—it says a lot about the kind of daughter he raised.

The details you shared—the rushed cremation, the missing money, the calls to the police before he was even reported missing officially—they don’t sit right. None of it does. And the way the investigation was (or wasn’t) handled? That’s just wrong. He wasn’t just “some guy found behind a house.” He was your father. A man who deserved answers, dignity, and peace.

You’re absolutely right—someone knows what happened. And your voice matters. It may not feel like it’s enough sometimes, but just putting the truth out there can shake things loose. And for what it’s worth, I believe you. A lot of us do.

If there’s anything I can do—whether it’s helping spread the word, dig into some details, or just be someone who listens—you’re not alone in this.

Craig deserved better.

And so do you.

This is very sad to hear. So sorry you've gone through what you have. I remember this case. We've lived in Vegas since 2007 and we used to live near that neighborhood before we thankfully moved to Henderson.

Maybe a stupid question but did you contact the police with your thoughts? Did this fall under the jurisdiction of North LV or Metro? I guess they are very different when it comes to handling homicide investigations.

Anyway, thanks for sharing your story and yes stay loud if you believe there is justice to be found!

no he had no past dealings with that home. it was vacant because it had been vacant for over one year. just so happen the place was actually being rented the day they found my father. the owner went to the property to do some last minute repairs and found my father in the back of the house. they actually killed his somewhere else and drove him there and then took his body out of his car and drugged his body to the back of this house.

I’m Craig’s daughter.

It’s been six years, but some days it still feels like six minutes.

My father turned 64 on October 18th. Less than a month later, on November 14th, he was dead.

I’m grateful he got to meet his great-grandson—born on the same day as him. That moment will always mean something to me.

But nothing about what happened makes sense. And what hurts most is knowing that the truth has been buried right along with my father.

From day one, I’ve been deeply disturbed by how the North Las Vegas Police Department handled the investigation. Questions were ignored. Red flags overlooked. And I’ve always suspected his wife—his partner of 20 years—along with another family member who benefited from his death.

Their marriage was... odd. For years, she lived in San Francisco for months at a time, only returning to Las Vegas sporadically. They never shared a room. I was 14 when they got together, and I never once saw them act like a real couple.

On November 13th, around 9 PM, my father said he was going to the store.

At 11:30 PM—barely two hours later—his wife was already blowing up the police department, reporting him missing. She was told you have to wait 24 hours, but she kept calling. So much so that by 9 PM on November 14th, North Las Vegas PD was at the house taking her missing person report—at the exact same time homicide detectives were pulling up to inform her that they found my father dead.

That timing has never sat right with me. She called so obsessively, it’s like she needed that missing person report on file to cover what was really happening.

Here’s what I know:

They didn’t just “find” my father. He was dragged out of his car and dumped behind a vacant house.

His body was placed there. It was no accident.

And to this day, we have no idea where he was actually killed.

Yet, she was never questioned.

Months earlier, in July, my father had finally received a long-awaited inheritance—over $300,000. Not long after, he gave $250,000 to a family member “for safekeeping.” Then suddenly, everything spiraled. His wife cremated him almost immediately after his death. She never held a service. She blocked me from contacting the crematory. She burned him knowing that he had a burial plot paid in full since I was 15, meant to be laid to rest with his mother.

She didn’t pull the trigger—but I believe she set this up.

And the person who did pull the trigger? They got away with it.

The house was cleaned out. The story was patched together. And the police didn’t dig deeper. Meanwhile, in a world full of cameras, surveillance, drones, and phone tracking—someone knows what really happened.

People whisper that it was about greed.

That’s because it was.

But no amount of money can bring my father back.

Craig deserved better.

He deserved peace. He deserved answers.

He deserved justice.

And I won’t stop speaking up until he gets it.