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On February 1, 1966, hundreds of spectators lined up outside the Dade County Courthouse in Miami, Florida, hoping to begin admission to a murder trial.

That had taken the area by storm.

The Courthouse was filled to maximum capacity, mostly women, eager to catch a glimpse of one of the accused Candace Mosler.

As socialite in wealthy Harris, taking center stage in a trowel so salacious, people under the age of 21 were barred from entering the courtroom.

Join me now, as we take a look into the bizarre case of a successful business tycoon, his picture perfect wife, and the unimaginable motive behind his violent death.

You'll learn how the veneer of high society perfection hit a twisted taboo that would eventually destroy a family and shock an entire nation.

Joining me to bring this case that captured the attention of the media is Christina Crane, former longtime cohost of Sarasota, Florida's popular WSRC Morning Show.

Well, Tyler, working in the media for 29 years, you're poured on a lot of different kinds of cases, crimes of passion and revenge, greed, betrayal, and this is definitely a case that had all of those reasons and so much more.

This story back in 1966 was so sensational that authorities were forced to use crowd control at the trial, and what spectators heard was testimony it was full of lies, lust, forbidden love, and even murder.

I mean, who wouldn't want to be witnessed to that? Mind you, these were the days before cameras in the courtroom, so the only way everyone had to keep up with it if you weren't in the courtroom was reading the newspaper.

And of course, the newspapers work overtime trying to quench that public thirst. It's very much like reality TV of today, people watch, and they think to themselves, wow, whoo, I'm glad my life isn't that bad.

At least I didn't murder anybody or do what that woman did.

But before we get to how the story ends, we have to take you back to where it begins. On a frigid night in January 1957, when Chicago police officers discovered a car buried in a snow bank with people trapped inside.

Up front with the driver was a baby in a bloody snow suit. In the back were poor small children, barefoot, huddled together for warmth, and nearly frozen to death.

When officers asked what had happened, the man began to eerily relay the events that had brought them to their current situation, and the story he told was nearly impossible to believe. But sadly, all too real.

The driver's name was Leonard Glinn, and three years earlier he'd been committed to a mental hospital by his father for alcoholism.

But while he was in the hospital, his wife Betty had been left to raise their four children alone, with another baby on the way.

She'd pleaded for her husband's release so he could help support the family, the hospital agreed, and Leonard was released.

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