The employees of the Clark County public administrator's office were at odds over their ambitious boss, Robert Telles. Then Vegasâs biggest newspaper ran an exposé on the chaos, the reporter behind the story turned up deadâand Telles was charged with his murder. Now his staff is left wondering: How did it come to this? [View in Browser]( [Esquire Sunday Reads]( [Murder and Loathing in Las Vegas]( Murder and Loathing in Las Vegas Robert Telles isnât willing to discuss how his DNA ended up under the fingernails of Jeff German. Or why his wifeâs car was spotted near the sixty-nine-year-old investigative reporterâs house on a warm Friday morning in early September, a day before a neighbor discovered Germanâs lifeless body at the side of his Las Vegas home. Or how an outfit matching the one worn by the suspect captured on security-cam footage wound up in Tellesâs home. Speaking to me at the Clark County Detention Center, a couple miles north of the Vegas Strip, Telles is serious but engaged. Eager to please, even. But he must be careful about what he says. His court-appointed lawyers at the time made that clear. The man charged with premeditated murder in one of the most sensational cases in recent history hereâone that drew the attention of virtually every major newspaper and network in the countryâis short and lean, with dark eyes framed by black caterpillar brows beneath a gleaming bald head. Heâs no longer wearing the thick white bandages that were wrapped around his forearms, covering up what officials described as self-inflicted wounds, when he first appeared in court, six days after Germanâs murder. He faced the judge that day with a wry smile before being led back to jail in shackles. 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