In case you're looking, I've written about the case previously here and here.
This most recent Anonymous comment is quite moving; I thought I'd reprint it here. Hope you don't mind, Anon. Thanks again.
I live in the town were Scotty lived. I didn't have the privilege of knowing him, but I do remember seeing him about a week or so before his murder. My husband and I had gone out one weekend night and keeping with tradition around here, we stopped at Waffle House before going home. Scotty just happened to be working that night. Some guys were giving him a hard time and he was trying to be so nice. For some reason, he kind of stuck in my head. When I saw on the news what happened, I felt so sad, like I had lost a friend as well. His death touched alot of people around here. I hate that it took his death for some of us to finally get to know him.