precisely 3:00 in the morning, in a back room of the palms casino, the cocktail waitress named shauna tiaffay inserted her time card in the staffing machine and set out to break a little rule. shauna had parked her car in the back lot, a practice discouraged because surveillance cameras were unable to track her all the way to her car. still easier this way. quicker. and after all, would a stalker really be waiting for her here, under a full moon? >> it was absolutely horrible. and we felt so helpless. >> it's every woman's worst nightmare. >> we didn't know if any of us were next. >> it never occurred to shauna to become a cocktail waitress when she moved to vegas as a 20-something back in the mid-'90s. what she wanted was to be closer to family, meaning big sister paula. >> she originally just thought, "oh, there's no way i could be a cocktail waitress. i don't even drink." >> but in a casino town, a cocktail waitress could make good money. so now, at 46, she was a veteran. >> she would laugh. shauna laughed at herself a lot. you know, she giggled a lot. and she would laugh at herself, and,