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Hello, welcome to my favorite murder, so many, so many soad, short, sweet, filled with horror, just the way you like it, just the way real quick, like on a Monday night, love Monday.


What's your pandemic Monday look like?


Staying in. Better be. Better be. And if not wearing a mask.


Wearing a mask. Not political.


It's not up to you Dad.


Sorry, you go first. Yeah. No, no. After you. No please. I insist.


OK, the subject line of this is drugs. Murder Pagan's my mom's under monologist. Whoa. Hello ladies. And Stephen, allow me to start with the traditional. Thank you so much for making this podcast. You guys have kept me company through finishing pharmacy school and moving to Connecticut to start my residency, yada, yada. Let's get to it.


I was raised in a town called Egg Harbor Township, New Jersey. Not known for anything, as far as I know. In twenty twelve April, Koffman, local radio host and veteran affairs advocate, was found shot dead in her home. Her husband. Suspected, but there was insufficient evidence to pin anyone, to pin on anyone, and the case went cold.


Was an endocrinologist parentheses, my mom's actually who up who operated out of T Egg Harbor Township and also worked as a veteran's advocate since he was an armed forces veteran himself. He filed a lawsuit to obtain a payout from April's life insurance, but they refused to pay him until they received verification that he was not involved with murder. April's daughter publicly claimed that he was responsible for the death and filed a suit to prevent him from claiming the life insurance. Well, fast forward to June twenty seventeen when police go to.


Technology office with a search warrant due to, quote, suspected criminal activity unrelated to the murder case, this is where shit gets crazy to grow and weed or something, and he's growing blood.


Isn't that what endocrinologists are about? I was going to ask, but then I thought, that sounds stupid. No hematologists are blood. Endocrinology is like hormones and firemen and thyroid thyroid. So it's pretty gallbladder specific, I would say, if I go to one.


And yet I don't fucking know. What part of you is it for. She's given me pills. That's a pill, doctor.


So when the police arrive, pulls a nine millimeter handgun, pointed at himself and claims he's going to kill himself, he's caught on a police body cam saying, quote, I'm not going to jail for this. After a brief standoff, no one got hurt. He's arrested and they search his office first. They find that he never served in the military and had lied to everyone, including his wife, about being a veteran. Holy shit.


How then they find evidence that he had been supplying narcotics to a drug ring run by a pagan motorcycle gang since 2011.


A motorcycle gang that worships the Earth mother guy here in a township. Oh, they're all about Easter.


OK, back in twenty twelve, he was having marital issues and his wife wanted a divorce.


She also threatened to expose. Big operation, the leader of the gang, Haya. To take her out. Entered Aprils home, shot her twice and left without detection. He was found dead from a heroin overdose 18 months later, the drug ring continued until he was arrested for weapons and obstruction charges in twenty seventeen. I was actually working at a local CVS at the time and we were amused by the arrest story until multiple patients came in requesting medications with zero refills left.


And guess who the prescriber was? So not sure if you can call the county jail to verify a new prescription anyways after that arrest. It was also brought in on charges related to the drug ring. He was also accused of making plans to have. Killed for fear that he would flip on him.


Both men were charged with first degree murder of April Kaufman in twenty eighteen, one week after the murder charge was found dead in his jail cell due to an apparent suicide, although some, including me, one hundred percent, believe this was a hit job by the gang. Either way, there's one less devious asshole alive on earth.


Wow. Wow. Thank you again and sorry for the lengthy ass email. Stay Sexy and your doctors. Casati Wow.


That have been a good, like, full episode. I mean, that's that story is insane. So should we cut it and so we cover it. But I mean, that's like it's what is it with doctors? These I just I think of that one dateline I watched where the doctor, whoever the host was, I bet it was Keith Morrison, was like basically asking me all these questions and he was just very flatly answering. And you just knew he did it just the way he was answering like it absolutely was not there.


And you're like, oh, my God, you were there.


You're making yourself seem guiltier. Doctors don't let your husbands grow up to be drug, drug, drug mule for the motorcycle gangs.


Got these tents? Yeah, OK. This is called a girl, a murder and a pizza place. Hello. Spooky murder, friends. This is a bit long, so I'll just get right to it. I'm from a small town in Northern California called Rodeo. Do you know it? Is it Roedad?


It's out. It's I don't know how what the pronunciation is, but I think it's it's east. It's northeast. OK, so there's more. But I just want to make sure I'm saying it right. I don't know. Rodeo. That's probably right. Our biggest import is meth and our biggest export is members of Green Day. Oh, maybe it's not too far.


The lead singer's mom still lives there. Oh, she's kind of a lot of fucked up shit happens there.


But those are stories for another day. One of the neighboring towns is called Crocket and it is also tiny, you know, not heard of.


No, heard of either of those towns. OK, Crocket is most famous for the Senate's sugar factory. All the kids from Rhodian Crocket attend the same elementary, middle and high school. We all know each other. And the vibe is a very typical small town suburban weirdo vibe. There is a single pizza parlor in Crocket called Four Corners on September 24th. Nineteen ninety six, a sweet baby angel named Priscilla Lewis was working her usual shift at the pizza place when she was attacked and murdered in the creepy basement bathroom of the strip mall in which Four Corners is located.


Oh, that's horrible. She was only twenty one years old and was working hard to save to buy a home. There's some conflicting theories on how she died, but the most popular one is that someone snagged her from the top of the stairwell. The staff at the restaurant hardly use that bathroom because it was so creepy and dragged her downstairs where she was then strangled to death. Her body was found by the cook when he went downstairs to look for her after she didn't return from her break before closing.


The case is still cold and Priscilla's murder has yet to be caught. I was six when this happened, so my mom, rightly so, shielded me from Priscilla's horrifically sad death. When I got to middle school, one of my older sisters friends told me Priscilla Priscilla story while we were eating at the pizza place and I was hooked. I convinced myself that I would solve Priscilla's murder and ask my mom three thousand questions about it every single day for at least a month.


Alas, I never solved the case, but I also never went into that creepy fucking bathroom, which I'm pretty sure is one hundred percent haunted.


This is just one of the many upsetting stories from two tiny Northern California towns. A planned murder suicide between sisters that went awry. That asshole, Lawrence Singleton, being moved in and then promptly being run out of town by the locals.


That's a sorry. That's a rodeo. Yeah. All right, CROCKETT or she doesn't say it doesn't say. I feel like that's the way I know the name, but. Yeah, yeah.


Well, that's a yeah. Yeah. And then but it's the main one that has had a lasting impression on me. Thank you for all you do. And I can't wait to catch a live show when this shit had pandemic is over. I truly don't know what I do without the podcast SDM. Nikki.


Wow. Oh that's also small. I mean it's a town so small that two tiny towns share a high school, a tiny town, and that just to me it doesn't seem like a murderer, just like swoops in real quick, kills the girl at the pizza place and swoops out like that, someone from town. So that's got to be terrifying for her to just have it go unsolved. Yeah, entirely. Because the what is it, 90 percent of murders are someone someone knows.


The the likelihood that it's a stranger is very low.


Right. Or a stranger to her. But it's still someone else.


Like neighbor. I don't know. Yeah. Like known in town. Yeah. Yeah. Connect connected somehow connected. OK, ok, this just starts. Hi Karen. Georgia and. Everyone, oh, thank you. Thank you. Just everybody, hi, my hometown is from Alexandria, Egypt. In 1920, two sisters, Raya and Cecchina, ran several brothels in a poor area called El LeBon, pretty close to my house. We're talking to someone I know reading an email from someone who lives in Egypt right now.


That's crazy. I am, first of all, hi, I love all the NOVA specials about your town.


Can we get an honorary degree from. I'm sorry about. Sorry about Alexandria's library as a real disgrace. OK, welcome. We're so happy to have you.


OK, let's get back to this e-mail, OK. The brothels were interesting because they didn't just house sex workers but were quote, secret homes to anyone who wanted to get it on away from prying 1920s Egyptian I shit.


Oh, many of the many of the patrons were actually married women meeting their lovers around that time. Many women were being reported missing. Witnesses said there were always last seen wearing a lot of gold and with either or both of the sisters, for some reason, that wasn't enough proof. They were questioned. The sisters were questioned, then released until one night a police officer was passing by Raila's house and smelled a really strong incense. I guess that was more suspicious than being seen with every single one of the 17 missing women.


And they searched the houses, brothels, finding 15 bodies buried under all of them. Oh, no. Apparently, Reya and Sakinah would go to the market, find the woman wearing the most jewelry, invite her over to the house for drinks, then suffocate her with a wet cloth over her nose and mouth. They stole her. They stole their jewelry, money and clothes before burying them. This news was pretty sensational because at the time, women's crimes were usually limited to, quote, killing their husbands second wives because it's the 20s.


It was Egypt in the 20s after the media went crazy. And at some point a headline read Riot and Sakinah in the Zoo, which got people to flock to the zoo to see them in a cage and then realize it was just a oh, my God, good. I was like, wait, I know that's horrible. But the sisters were helped by their husbands and two other men who are all convicted. Riot and Sakinah were the first women to be executed by the modern state of Egypt.


There were many movies and plays written about them for some reason, mostly comedies. I used to I used to watch the play about them, recorded off the TV, on VHS, on a loop. As a kid, I thought they were so funny only to realize they were actual serial killers when I got older. This is amazing. Stays sexy and don't go for a drink with the lady not breaking eye contact with your jewelry.


Salma, say her name again. How do you say Salma?


Salma almost like Salma Hayek as a l m a Salma Salma. That was that was excellent. Townsing we're so excited to have you. Yeah. Don't in the kimeu tell everyone we say hello everyone please tell all all Egyptians everywhere to say that we say hi. OK, this one is called Underwater Ghost Town and I just realized it's also from Northern California, so. Oh, all right.


Hey ladies. After listening to a recent episode and learning about George's deep passion for underwater ghost towns, I felt compelled to tell you my story. I grew up in a small town.


What is it, your passion or mine? Both of us. I think most people. OK, yeah. How could you not what?


I don't really know how you're made of stone, but you don't want to hear about the town you covered in water. No curiosity about life whatsoever. OK, I grew up in a small town in Northern California, just off the American River and adjacent to Folsom. Yes, Folsom as in the prison, but also Folsom as in the lake, a manmade lake that was built on top of the town known as Morman Island. So a little history. In the nineteen forties, a ton of people came to Northern California in search of gold.


A group of about twenty five hundred Mormons settled in present day Folsom and found it Morman Island in nineteen. In 1856, a fire destroyed the town and it was never fully rebuilt. Only a few families remained into the nineteen forties. In nineteen fifty five, the government built the dam, relocated the cemetery and flooded Mormon Island.


Crazy lot of mines in Northern California. No, I'm completely surprised because this isn't too far from Sacramento. It's like in around the area. And I've never heard of Mormon Island. I've never heard of any of this. And check this shit out.


That's crazy. Inch it up.


We learned about this weird history in school and in anecdotes from parents and grandparents. But during the drought of 2011 through twenty seventeen, we saw the evidence for ourselves. Foundations of homes started to emerge from the beaches and rusted tools and gold panning equipment we're taking to museums, treasure, treasure, true treasure.


Then on November 13th, 2015, the skeletal remains of a human were found by a 12 year old boy.


And those lucky it's a. Nightmare town kid, right, nightmare town for that kid back up then, if you can't handle it, don't go to underwater ghost towns if you can't handle the truth about underwater clowns. All I wanted was to find a skeleton like that. Well, 100 percent.


The remains were transferred to Chico State University for forensic analysis.


And in June of twenty eighteen, they were identified as the remains of Oleg Zelenik of Oleg was a Russian immigrant who had gone missing while swimming in the lake in freakin ninety ninety six.


Oh, no. Which means I spent my entire childhood swimming with a dead guy. Yeah. When Oleg disappeared, he left behind an eight year old daughter. She lived in Russia still. So with the help of the FBI in Sacramento and Moscow, they were able to confirm his identity using DNA.


Oh, I know. Oleg's remains were then cremated in the same mortuary as my grandma.


The daughter came the daughter came to El Dorado County in October of last year. Twenty nineteen. To collect the remains and bring them home to Oleg's final resting place. Love you guys. Stay sexy and don't swim with dead bodies, Lacey. Oh, I know.


In 2012, a 72 year old man named Samuel Little was charged with three Los Angeles murders dating back to the 1980s.


So we finally got to where we were going. The crowd at Liverpool were the only one appeal.


But since then, it's become clear he is the most prolific serial killer in the United States has ever seen, 93 victims, 19 states. Samuel Little has become infamous, but his victims, some of whom remain unidentified, are stuck in the shadows. It's time for that to change.


My experience in working with some of the victims families is that he was dead wrong. They were missed. They were very loved and their families were hurting.


The Fall Line presents a special limited series. The victims of Samuel Little will cover both solved and unsolved Southeastern cases and tell you how you can help the victims. Still waiting for justice, featuring rare interrogation tape, FBI interviews and in depth detail. This is a series you won't want to miss. Episodes begin on September 16th from Exactly Right Network. Find us on Stitcher Apple podcast or wherever you listen. I'm not going to read this subject line of this one because it gives it away.


Hey, it just starts heyo fun fact. When you die as a way to recycle your body, you have the option to have your body cremated and the carbon from your ashes pressed into pencil lead and made into pencils.


Why would you do that? Why would anyone want that? I would totally do. There's so many other ways to this process yields about two hundred pencils per gram of the body.


So when the unspeakable should happen, you can become pencil or you you can do what I'd like to do, which is have the carbon from my ashes pressed into a diamond and given to the youngest person in my life, you know, do pencils.


I think pencils is more it's more of a keepsake to do, if I can.


Number two, pencil instead of a big old diamond ring that they say give it to the youngest person in my family. So when someone explains how beautiful the ring is, my distant relative can say, Oh, thanks, it's my grandmother moving forward.


My Aunt Lydia, sister of my mom's sister's husband, died suddenly a few years ago from something I think diabetes related. I wasn't very close with her, but because she and my aunt and the other sister in law severely disliked one another. And so she rarely attended family gatherings. She had been a very wealthy and very eccentric woman, always wearing very colorful, floaty outfits and enormous jewelry made from beautifully exotic stones.


Those Egyptian sisters would have loved her. Oh, that's right. They would have been all over the jewelry pieces. Always had some amazing story behind them, like who they belonged to and most importantly, to Lydia, how much they had cost. So when she died, you can bet your ass that the sister in law's raided her home immediately to snatch up all of her beautiful, expensive jewelry. Lydia had had kept a handful of the more expensive pieces in a safe in the wall of her garage.


But over the coming days, they found more pieces hidden throughout her home. Jewelry was hidden in the rafters, stowed away in hollowed holiday decoration boxes, taped up in the back of cabinets, inside mattresses and stowed in her safe deposit box.


She sounds awesome. I love this. This is the dream. Yeah. So the sister in law's gathered up every piece they could find, sprinting straight to the jeweler to have the pieces appraised. And you guessed it, every last piece was fake, worthless jewelry.


Every single piece of jewelry ever and shown up and talked about had been nothing other than costume jewelry.


The whole story makes me kind of sad, but I like to think that it was just a long con executed by Lydia to disappoint the women she hated the most one last time from beyond the grave.


I wish I had the discipline to stay sexy and become wealthy by buying fake jewels.


Dana, I love it is about perfection because if if that's really what she if she did it on purpose, which clearly she did. Right.


Oh my God, that's incredible. Taped up into her house like it's even more valuable. Oh, you got to you got to just at least let your family think you're hiding something worth like some shit that's worth something. Right.


Got to just get just so that that one weekend, it's not just sad that there's also a bit of treasure hunting. Jarold OK, here's my last one. This is called Things You Find in the Desert. Hi. I obviously wouldn't be writing in if I wasn't deeply obsessed.


So let's jump right in. My dad was 16 years old when both his parents died in a plane crash in Arizona.


His mother had taken up piloting. Is that a word? Questionmark. Yes, right. When my dad got into high school and they died in an unexpected plane crash in January nineteen seventy seven. Fast forward to 1997.


And my family was living in Phoenix. It was around the date of the twentieth anniversary of the accident. And the priest at our church suggested to my dad that perhaps they try and visit the site of the crash to get closure they never had. My dad said I saw the trip to be an opportunity to introduce my mom and dad to my adult life.


Mm hmm. My dad was connected with a retired sheriff from the area as he was trying to gather more information about the location of the crash. Unbeknownst to my dad, the sheriff had been the first deputy on the scene and was the one who had found his parents bodies.


Oh, when my parents, aunt and uncle were hiking to the crash site, they saw something totally unexpected. My grandmother's plane, the one that had crashed twenty years prior.


What they had no idea it was still there when they set out on the hike that day, as they approached the crash site, they found the ragged remains of his mom's cosmetic bag that still held a bottle of perfume with some perfume still in it that my dad had given her for Christmas in 1976. Oh, and they found her curling iron, no. So that's the story of my grandparents dying in a plane crash and my parents finding the plane in the desert 20 years later.


Stay sexy. And next time we're allowed to touch another human being. Hug your loved ones tight exo Jordan.


Oh, Jordan.


That was loud.


Like just finding a little treasure, a memory that no one found in 20 fucking years.


Well, you know what's funny? Every time I go back, you know, I was just back up in Petaluma. I always go through my mom's drawers to see if there's something because kids, you know, it's all kind of as it was. Yeah, but I always look for it. If there's something I've never seen before or like something, you know, something to take or whatever that is. And just like most of it's like old nail polish.


Yeah. Or there's nothing but like that idea that there would be something so connected, you know, because the smell or just the bottle itself, like he can take that back with him.


Have you looked for any hidden treasures, like maybe your mom taped an envelope? I would think, like in a dresser to the top of the drawer. That's where I could I.D. an envelope. Well, you know what? I did find a card from her when it was I think it was like right when the our stuff started popping off and there was a card from her from when I very first moved to L.A., just about how proud she was of me.


And it was very like it was perfect because it was like I forgot that my normal regular mom was big into sending cards. So it would be like, you know, St. Patrick's Day cards for like Halloween cards. She was like, oh, cute. Yes, she was big card person. She had a drawer full of, like, unsent cards because she always had one ready. And so she I strive for that. And it's so hard, so fucking bless me soul for doing that.


She did it. And but at the it's like one of the many things I took for granted. But then later on when I went and pulled this thing and I can't I must have been keeping it somewhere and just kind of forgot. Yeah. So yeah, that that was like the closest like something like that because it was her writing and it was her words.


But I love that every time you go in and like see if something jogs a memory or is actually a keepsake that you had.


And I've gone through the does it still smell like her or nail polish smells like the nail polish, all that kind of stuff.


There's old lipsticks and stuff.


Oh yeah. That's adorable.


Oh well well somebody this is a touching one. Touching stories please.


We need this in times like this on Mondays, like this on Mondays like this, we need some touching, touching things.


Please touch us. Touch us from a social distance. Yes. Don't touch us but touch us. Touch us deep inside. That's right. And stay sexy and don't get murdered by Elvis.


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