There's just nothing salacious in the story, unless the media choose to pursue the NAMBLA track of the personal relationship between these two murderers. What you have is an angry, divorced, black, Muslim Army vet, and his sidekick, an angry, divorced (from his natural parents), black teenager driving around in a ratty old Chevy. Frankly, there's more where they came from.
Now if the murderer had been, say, a WASP from Upper Marlboro sneaking around in a white van pursuing som fanatical vision, there'd be a story. There is a predisposed notion that serial killers must be white whackos with some tie to a "fringe element." Well, folks, I'm certainly not the first to point this out, but "crazy" does not recognize racial differences.
These two murderers were just two nut-jobs with a rifle, killing for the fun of it. They had no purpose or motive in the selection of their victims; they just drove around until they found a target-rich environment. They were taking human life for sport, and should be summarily executed for their abhorrent crimes.