I'm Carol Fisher and I'm hosting a podcast called The Girlfriends, a show about a group of women who all have one thing in common. All of us. of

this scarlet letter of I dated a murderer.

Yeah, back in the 1990s in Las Vegas, a few of us dated the same guy. Bob. He was amazing on paper, a doctor, a pilot.

He spoke several languages.

He did medical missionary work and he was Jewish

and it was just, how much better could it get.

Ha ha ha.

After we took our turns dating Bob,

we did what girlfriends do.

We debriefed.

But it quickly became apparent that I knew something my friends did not.

She said, oh, you obviously don't know about the skeletons in his closet.

And I go, what skeletons in the closet?

Bob had a big secret.

His first wife, Gail, apparently walked out of their apartment in 1985 and was never seen again.

It's like there was just something always off. Before too long we had formed a club dedicated to

bitching about Bob eating noodles and figuring out what happened to Gail.

It was all just gossip until the prosecutors came knocking

and our little club became part of a multi-state investigation.

There's no body, no forensics, no admissions,

an extremely difficult circumstantial case,

based in large part on things that the defendant had said to his

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