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She Lied. He Vanished. And Then Men Started Dying… | TRUE STORY
She betrayed him, took his daughter, and left him with nothing but lies and a restraining order. But Steve didn’t scream. He didn’t fight. He vanished — and that’s when the bodies started dropping.
This is a story of heartbreak, manipulation, and the quiet fury of a man who refused to be broken. As the truth slowly unravels, one question lingers:
Was it karma… or calculated revenge?
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The first sign was the shoes. A pair of
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fire engine red stiletto heels Angela
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had bought years ago. A foolish,
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impulsive purchase she'd relegated to
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the back of her closet. She hated them,
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claimed they made her feet ache and her
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walk a caricature. Yet there she was,
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striding into her office building in
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them. Steve, watching from his truck,
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felt a cold knot tighten in his gut. A
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man who drove a truck for a living
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learned to read signs. a shift in the
0:30
weather, a faltering engine, a change in
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his wife's footwear. And this was a sign
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of a profound, unsettling shift. For 21
0:38
years, their marriage had been built on
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a foundation of trust and routine.
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Steve's long hours on the road were
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balanced by their quiet, cherished
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weekends, trips to Galina, shopping in
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Lake Geneva, and most importantly,
0:51
quality time with their daughter Jenny,
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the light of his life. But lately,
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Angela was different.
0:58
The occasional late night at the office
1:00
had become a habit, stretching from 1
1:02
hour to 3 several times a week.
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The red heels were a stark, undeniable
1:08
punctuation mark on this new reality.
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They were the same shoes she wore with
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the white thigh high stockings and lace
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lingerie he so loved. The ones reserved
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for their most intimate moments.
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Now they were for her boss, Martin
1:23
Schindler. The final betrayal wasn't a
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whisper or a rumor. It was a parking
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lot. Angela, who detested the noise of
1:31
clubs and bars, who scoffed at late
1:33
night partying, told him she was going
1:35
to a third bachelorette party. He
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followed her. Her car didn't head for a
1:40
nightclub. It pulled into the driveway
1:43
of Martin Schindler's sprawling house in
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Glenn Ellen. The party wasn't for a
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bride. It was for two cheaters.
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That night, Steve waited until all was
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quiet. Then, with a grim, methodical
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focus, he let the air out of her tires.
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He wasn't lashing out in a fit of rage.
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He was making a statement. This was his
2:02
farewell. When Angela called him, her
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voice a brittle mix of relief and
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annoyance. He didn't confront her. He
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let her spin her web of lies, the
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mysterious tire deflation, the friends
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she had been with. He listened, his
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heart slowly turning to stone.
2:19
On Monday, he met with a lawyer, his
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decision cold and clear. He just wanted
2:24
a clean end to the lie. He wanted a
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divorce. A divorce that wouldn't happen
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without a scorched earth campaign.
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That morning, parked across from
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Angela's office with his daughter Jenny
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beside him, Steve waited. The summons
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was on the passenger seat, an envelope
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filled with the promise of a new painful
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chapter.
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No way, Daddy, Jenny said, her voice
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small and broken. No chance it's over.
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No, Pumpkin, he said, his voice heavy
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with a grief that went beyond words.
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It's over,
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he explained the betrayal, the red
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heels, the nights with her boss. Jenny,
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his pride and joy, his everything, was
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the only one he felt he could trust.
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Suddenly, two men approached the car.
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One knocked on the window. Are you
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Steven Johnson? He asked. Steve nodded,
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a sense of grim inevitability washing
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over him. The man handed him the
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envelope. You've been served, he said.
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There's also a restraining order
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requiring you to stay 100 yards away
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from Angela Johnson, Jennifer Johnson,
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and your family residence.
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A scream tore from Jenny's throat. What?
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She sobbed, snatching the papers. Her
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eyes darted across the page. a litany of
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lies, spousal violence, child misuse,
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aggravation of a minor. "Daddy, I swear
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I didn't know," she wailed. "How did she
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know I'd be here?" he asked, his voice a
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ghost of a whisper. "I told her," Jenny
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confessed. When I confronted her, she
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said she had an investigator's report
4:01
that said you were cheating on her. "I
4:03
didn't know about this this nonsense. I
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swear the world went silent. The
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betrayal of his wife had cut him deep.
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But this this was a wound inflicted by
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his own child. The dominoes had fallen
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and Jenny had pushed the first one. "You
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have to leave now, Jenny," he said, his
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voice quiet. "Dead. I can't be within a
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100 yards of you." He watched her get
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out of the car, watched her run towards
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her mother's office, her cries of, "I'll
4:30
fix this." A distant, meaningless echo.
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He sat there utterly alone with a legal
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document that had not only stolen his
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home and his daughter, but had also
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frozen his bank accounts and stripped
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him of his reputation. He was a man with
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no home, no money, and now no family.
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The divorce was a war of attrition, a
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ruthless campaign of misinformation
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waged by Angela and her high-powered law
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firm. Steve's job, his reputation, his
4:58
very identity were systematically
5:00
dismantled. The restraining order was
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eventually lifted, but the stink of the
5:05
child misuse allegation clung to him. A
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foul odor that no one wanted to get
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close to. Deeply depressed, he took to
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the bottle, a solitary figure in a cheap
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apartment, a ghost in the city he had
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once called home. After months of this
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self-imposed exile, the divorce was
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finally over. He sold the house, a final
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act of severing the ties that had bound
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him to a lie. With a fresh start in
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mind, he packed his truck and moved to
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Chicago. He found a job driving a rig.
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The long hours a welcome distraction
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from the ghosts of his past. His last
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night in town. His parents hugged him
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goodbye, their faces etched with worry.
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Then Jenny appeared, running towards
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him, tears streaming down her face.
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"Dad, I'm so sorry," she cried. "I
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didn't know." He looked at his daughter,
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the girl he had once called Pumpkin, and
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saw a stranger. He saw the person who
6:03
had handed his enemy the weapon that had
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destroyed him. "You chose your mother
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without evidence, and the dominoes
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fell," he said, his voice flat. "This
6:12
false accusation of child aggravation.
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It's a stink you just can't wash off.
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Someday your mother and her lover will
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pay for this. Goodbye, Jennifer."
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As his mother hugged the sobbing girl,
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he slipped into his truck and drove
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away. A new life on the horizon. In
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Chicago, he met Maryanne, a colleague at
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the truck warehouse. She was smart,
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kind, and she saw the man beneath the
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pain. She didn't pry. She just listened,
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offering a quiet strength that began to
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mend the gaping wounds in his soul.
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"You're a good guy going through a rough
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patch," she said, her hand warm in his.
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"Everything will work out.
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He started to believe her. Angela,
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meanwhile, was living a life of
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superficial bliss with Martin Schindler.
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On the day the divorce was finalized,
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they celebrated. Angela, now Martin's
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fianceé, was ecstatic. She had her man,
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her new life, a new home. She had won,
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but her victory was short-lived.
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A man in black slipped into Martin's
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home office. He found Martin with his
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back to the door, a weapon in his hand.
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The uninvited guest put a pistol to
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Martin's head and pulled the trigger.
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The pistol was then placed in Martin's
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hand, and a note was left on his desk.
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The note simply read, "Price paid in
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full."
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Angela returning from the store found
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the body, the note, and a life she
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thought she had won shattering around
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her. Detective Devonte Jordan was
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puzzled. The crime scene pointed to
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self-inflicted death, but the anomalies
7:47
were glaring. A left-handed man shooting
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himself with his right hand, a typed
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note, the pistol wiped clean of
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fingerprints, save for a single set on
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the weapon.
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Steve Johnson was the prime suspect, a
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man with a clear motive, but his alibi
8:04
was airtight.
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The rig's GPS tracker showed no stops,
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and his warehouse crew vouched for his
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arrival time.
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The case was closed as suicide, but
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Detective Jordan's gut told him
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otherwise. 6 months later, history
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repeated itself. Angela, now with a new
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man, Jason Davis, found herself at
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another crime scene. A man in black
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again, a sliding glass door left
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unlocked, a single shot, an identical
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note. The price has been paid in full.
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Again, Detective Jordan found himself
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investigating. And again, the prime
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suspect, Steve Johnson, had a flawless
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alibi.
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Angela, her world unraveling, began to
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see the pattern. It wasn't suicide. It
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was someone exacting a cold, brutal
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revenge. But who? She accused Steve. But
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the detective, a man with a gut feeling
8:56
and a mountain of evidence, knew better.
8:59
"Maybe she's a liquidator," he mused to
9:02
Steve. "A black widow or something."
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He looked at Steve, who just laughed,
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clinking a beer bottle with his new
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friend, Lou.
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They had both found a new path. Two
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years later, Angela's life was a waking
9:16
nightmare. The men she fell for died,
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and she was always the one to find the
9:21
bodies.
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She had everything she thought she
9:24
wanted, a life of luxury, a new
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identity. But she was a pariah, a living
9:30
curse. One day, her daughter Jenny
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returned home from college. a woman who
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had paid a heavy price for her betrayal.
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"How dare you tell me I should respect
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the man who destroyed my father?" Jenny
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said, her voice laced with venom.
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"Forget you. I shouldn't even call that
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piece of garbage a man." As the
9:50
detective sat in his office, the two
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cases, now cold, sat on his desk. He had
9:56
followed every lead, checked every
9:58
alibi, but the trail was cold. He looked
10:00
at the files at the identical notes and
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he knew with a certainty that went
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beyond evidence that the truth was
10:07
hidden in plain sight. It wasn't a man
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who had pulled the trigger. It was a
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lie. A betrayal so profound it had
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created a monster. He just couldn't
10:17
prove
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