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.

Jodi Pico once wrote, when you begin a journey of revenge, start by digging two graves,

one for your enemy and one for yourself.

The idea of getting vengeance against somebody who's wronged you can be really seductive,

but the obsessive anger it takes to brew up a good revenge plot can eat you alive.

And of course, there's an old saying that the best revenge is living well, but as Niles

Crane once pointed out on Frazier, I just don't know how true it is.

You don't see it popping up in a lot of opera plots.

For some people, it's just not enough to feel smug about their own successes, and hope

their enemies are green with envy, they want to get even.

For some, it becomes a singular focus, the only thing they can think about, and they're

determined to pursue it, even if it ruins their lives.

This is no harm, the case of Dr. Richard Carp.

Campers for this one were in the little town of Westbury on Long Island, New York, January

8, 2003.

Richard and Dennis were driving to meet a man named Mike in the parking lot of Home Depot.

As they pulled into the lot and spotted Mike waiting for them in his car, Richard started

getting a little fidgety.

He seemed nervous.

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