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.

Oil and water, ammonia and bleach, vinegar and baking soda, mentos and Diet Coke.

There are some substances which, though benign by themselves, can be toxic or explosive when they come together.

People can be like that too.

Relationship dynamics can be every bit as volatile as chemistry.

And when the wrong two people come together,

it can start them on a path that leads them and everyone else in their lives to a big boom.

This is stunning, a very 80 story of love lies and murder. The So, campers, we're in Glendale, California, April 16, 1988 about 7 o'clock in the morning. A 911 call came in from a local doctor, Dr.

Richard Boggs, a neurologist who also worked as a general practitioner.

Dr. Bogg said one of his patients, a guy named Gene Hanson, had had a heart attack in his office and wasn't breathing.

So the dispatcher sent paramedics, of course, and they arrived to find a 40-ish bearded man lying dead on the floor. And when they realized there was nothing they could do to revive the guy, the paramedics called in police, which I assume is standard procedure in a situation like this.

And two officers arrived, Officer Tim Spruill and Officer Jim Lowry.

So the doctor told them he'd gotten home late the night before to find a message from Gene

Hanson on his answering machine.

Gene had said he'd been drinking and now he was having

really bad chest pains and shortness of breath and he wanted to see the doctor

ASAP. Now this guy had been Dr. Boggs's patient for seven years.

Hanson was a businessman who divided his time between Ohio and LA,

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