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.

So, campers, in Part 1, we introduced you to chronic Spendaholic and Soldier Boy

Wannabe, Mark Avery, who should have been happy as an ocean full of clams with

his inherited 600K a year job as trustee of the Smith Family Trust, but who

instead managed to hemorrhage money so badly that he sunk himself into hundreds of thousands

of dollars of debt in the first six months of the gig.

And his buddy Rob Kane, or should I say Commander Rob Kane?

No, I shouldn't, because he was not Commander of anything, no matter how often he insisted on being called one,

a want to be Jason Bourne, who liked to spin wild stories about his alleged covert ops work with the CIA and FBI. When these two put their knuckleheads together

and started fantasizing about creating their very own Air Force, they said about

bilking the Smith Trust for all they could bilk and the employees at their

newly acquired aviation company were starting

to feel like they were living in a bad movie. Suddenly there were guns everywhere, state-of-the-art security,

and talk of safe houses and terrorists and interrogations.

It was all a bit much, and nobody could figure out how much of it was real and how much was

just a very expensive game of Soldier Boy.

Join us now for part two of Trouble 07, a wannabe spy

and the con man who loved him. Oh, And meanwhile during their off hours, Mark and Rob enjoyed their toys.

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