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.

I believe people are basically good. I realize that sounds far-fetched because people can

also be a-holes on a truly epic scale but hear me out. I think most people have good intentions

most of the time and will do the right thing when called upon.

However, there are people in this world who are predators, every bit as much as the Black Widow spiders that sometimes haunt my nightmares.

People whose gears are always turning, whose minds are always scanning about for an advantage,

a way to come out on top, often at others expense.

This is the story of a pure predator, a woman with a heart as cold and empty as space, a woman

who will likely be a danger to those around her for as long as she draws breath. This is try try again, the murder of Frank

Rodriguez. So campers were we're in Montebello, California, a nice middle-class suburb about 10 miles outside

Los Angeles, September 9, 2000. It was about 3.30 a.m. when a 911 call came into the local dispatch.

A woman was sobbing, please help, my husband is in trouble, I don't think he's breathing.

So first responders arrived at the house to find a man lying dead on the floor of the master bedroom.

The paramedics didn't notice any obvious signs of trauma, you don't know stab wounds or gunshot wounds or bruising or anything like that. He was just lying there, dead.

The guy on the floor was Frank Rodriguez, a teacher and former Navy man. He was only 41 years old and he looked like he was in good physical condition.

The officers sat down with Frank's wife Angelina, who was the 911 caller of course to ask what

happened.

Angelina told them, Frank's been sick all week. They'd been to the emergency room a few days before. In fact, he'd had awful abdominal pain, sweating, uncontrollable shaking, and vomiting and diarrhea and all that awful stuff.

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