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.

How far would you go to get what you want? For most of us, there's a hard limit on the answer to that question, and that limit is hurting someone, especially someone close to you. But in this week's story, we meet a man who didn't believe in limits like that, who would let nothing and no one stand in the way of his ambition and desires.

It's a mindset you might expect from a Wall Street big shot, but our guy wasn't that.

He was a suburban rabbi who kept all his demons hidden under a cloak of godliness.

This is Bad Shepherd, the murder of Carol Newlander.

Music This is Bad Shepherd, the murder of Carol Newlander. So, campers, for this one, we're in the Philadelphia suburb of Cherry Hill on the evening of November 1, 1994.

It was already dark by the time Carol Newlander drove home, the shadows deep on the treeline

street of Highgate Lane. Carol had had a long day. From a starting point of making

kosher baked goods in her kitchen at home, for friends and family to have at parties,

she'd founded a successful

local bakery and caterer, the classic cake company. The bakery had had its weekly after-hours

management meeting, and Carol didn't reach home until 8 p.m. As she pulled up, she noticed the porch

light had gone out, leaving the front of the house in shadow. She'd have to get Fred to change it.

There was no one home. Carol and her husband Fred had three kids, all grown. One of them,

Matthews, still lived at home while he studied pre-med at Rutgers, but he was also a part-time

EMT and he was working that night. Husband Fred, a rabbi, was still at his synagogue,

watching a choir practice in a confirmation class.

As she normally did, just after eight,

Carol called their daughter Rebecca in Philadelphia.

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