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

Wear 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, or roasting

murderers and marshmallows around the true crime campfire.

Anger is a double edged sword.

When it's justified and properly channeled, it can be a powerful force for positive change.

But often, anger is like a strangling vine, winding its way around us, choking us with

rage until we can't see straight, can't think straight, can't tell right from wrong.

It's powerful stuff, and when anger flames out of control, it doesn't matter how smart

we are, or how much good we may have done in our lives up till now.

If we let it overtake us, we are going to leave ashes and our wake.

This is caustic, the murder of Timothy Schuster.

So campers were in the pretty little town of Clovis, California, July 10, 2003.

Tim Schuster was supposed to meet up with his friend and coworker Mary Celice and her

husband Bob for breakfast.

Tim and Mary were both nurses at St. Agnes Medical Center, and the week before they'd

both been laid off.

They both had their exit interview scheduled with HR that morning to talk about severance

packages and all that kind of depressing stuff, and afterward they were going to meet up,

have pancakes, and commiserate over their mutual misery.

Mary and Bob went to the restaurant, got a table, sat down and waited, but Tim didn't

show.

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