All right, Jesse. Last week's murderer had one of the longest rap sheets we've ever heard of.

What are we talking about this week? When a teenage burglar shoots a woman in cold blood

in her own house, in her own bed, he pays the ultimate price. The investigation seems open

and shut until the detectives learn about some wicked secrets that lead them to a ringleader

and several culprits. I'm Andy Cassette, and I'm Jesse Prey, and this is Love Murder.

Hi, Andy. Hi, Jesse. Welcome back everyone to Love Murder, a podcast about big families,

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Yes, and our watch party is tomorrow. We are doing the lifetime movie version of last week's case,

the McNabney's called Lies My Mother Told Me. So it's not too late to jump on the pantry on

and join us for what is sure to be a rousing discussion of a cinematic treasure.

Okay, now that all that business and fun stuff is behind us, I think we should jump right into

today's case in the wee early morning hours of November 4th 1989 in Daytona Beach, Florida.

I know. It is. And my parents, I was thinking about that. It's their ninth anniversary on this day.

And my grandparents and my great grandparents, oh boy, oh boy, it's a lot of people's

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