Our card this week is Gwendole Greenblatt, the Six of Diamonds from Florida.

If you've ever been alone and felt like you may be in trouble, maybe you called someone,

made it known that you were on the phone, made it clear that someone else was listening.

But chatting on her cell while walking up to her apartment in sunny South Florida during broad daylight,

Gwen couldn't have sensed that her life was in danger.

And even the friend on the other end of the line had no way of stopping the evil that was lurking just behind Gwen's front door.

I'm Ashley Flowers, and this is the deck.

The Deck.

... It was close to It was close to 3.30 in the afternoon on Wednesday, February 5th, 2003, when a woman named Christina was talking on the phone with her friend, 35-year-old Gwendole Greenblatt.

The two were catching up as Gwen was in the car, making the about 20-minute drive home to

West Palm Beach from her job as a massage therapist at the luxurious breakers resort in Palm Beach.

Christina and Gwen had met through their jobs at the spa, but had become increasingly close

as both women's marriages unraveled.

Here's Christina.

She said, I'm going to be in the same boat as you.

I'm going to be going through a divorce and we'll just, we'll make it together.

We'll make it on our own together and we'll be here for each other.

Impending divorce was actually the topic of conversation that very day as Gwen arrived at the Royal St. George apartment complex and approached Unit 832 where she lived alone, talking to Christina along the way.

She knew that I had had a therapist appointment that day, so she was checking in on me, knowing that I was going through my possible

divorce separation, and I was very emotional. And so being supportive, she was calling, checking in on me to

see how my appointment was. And I was just going on and on, telling her about what I had discussed

with the therapist and what the therapist was telling me.

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