Hello, campers. Grab your marshmallows and gather around the true crime campfire.

We're your camp counselors. I'm Katie and I'm Whitney.

And we're here to tell you a true story that is way stranger than fiction.

We're roasting murderers and marshmallows around the

true crime campfire.

Pride when it's channeled right, it's a good thing.

Pride in our accomplishments or those of our loved ones is great.

But it's not for nothing that pride is one of the seven deadly sins.

When it goes unchecked you see, it tends to create a particular kind of tunnel vision,

a lens through which you can only see what you want to see and anything that doesn't fit within that view becomes too threatening

gets ignored or denied or covered up

apply that to a homicide investigation,

and you've got a disaster in the making.

We're about to hear about a case like that,

where justice fell victim to pride. to

a case like that, where justice fell victim to pride.

A case where one detective's arrogant one-sidedness stole ten years of a young man's life

and left a grieving family without answers. This is artful

conviction the murder of Peggy Hetrick. Oh, So, Camper's were in Fort Collins, Colorado, February 10th, 1987. A skinny 15-year--old kid named Timothy Masters stepped out of the trailer he shared with

his dad on his way to catch the school bus.

To get there, he had to cross an empty field, and as he was walking, he suddenly caught sight of something out of place.

There was something lying on the grass in the field. It looked like a mannequin or like a

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