Hello campers, grab your marshmallows and gather around the true crime campfire.

Wear 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, or roasting

murderers and marshmallows around the true crime campfire.

Eric Maisel once said that ambition is vital but dangerous, capable of driving people

over the edge.

That's especially true when you add greed to the equation and a relentless desire for

status.

For some, what other people think of them is the only thing that matters.

That tiny inner voice that never felt good enough starts to drown out all the other voices,

even the ones who say, I love you, and mean it.

Nothing's more important than looking like you have more stuff than anybody else.

Nothing matters more than having a seat at the table with the right sort of people.

And if the wrong sort trying to get in your way, well, things can get dangerous.

This is Gilded Cage, the murder of Lita Sullivan.

So campers were in the wealthy Buckhead neighborhood of Atlanta, Georgia, the morning of January

16, 1987.

Lita Sullivan was in her kitchen having a cup of coffee with her friend Poppy, who'd stayed

over with her the night before with her three-year-old daughter.

They were all still in their nightgowns just kind of gearing up for the day when the doorbell

rang.

It was eight o'clock in the morning, kind of early for somebody to be visiting, and Lita

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