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.

There are some people who, if they find themselves stuck in a hole, will just keep digging deeper.

Maybe they think they'll find some highly improbable way out of their troubles.

More likely, it's all they know to do.

This week's story is about a man who kept doubling down on his lies and bad decisions

until the lives of those closest to him were torn to pieces. This is deconstruction, the murder of

Shanty Cooper-Tronis.

Music So, campers, for this one, we're in Orlando, Florida, late in the afternoon of April 24, 2018.

In the upscale neighborhood of Delaney Park, David Tronnas made an utterly distraught call to 911, sobbing,

My wife, I just found my wife, she's not breathing. I tried to do CPR. I can't get her to breathe.

He told the operator he had found his wife Shanti, unconscious in the bathtub, and hadn't been able to wake her up.

He'd carried her into the bedroom to try and give her CPR on the floor, but it hadn't worked.

She was unresponsive.

When police and paramedics arrived a few minutes later, David was still distraught, his words barely intelligible between sobs.

The first thing that struck the responders was the strange situation with the

house. It was a beautiful 100-year-old 4,500 square foot dream home, from the outside, anyway.

Inside, it was a ragged shell, every piece of wood and drywall torn out and thrown away.

It looked like it was at step one of not so much a renovation as a complete rebuild. David, Shanti, and Shanti's eight-year-old son, Jackson,

lived in a tiny apartment above the garage, and in the garage itself. Shanti lay on her back on a

...