This story begins in Destin, Florida.

On a beautiful day in October 2019,

the air was warm and the ocean was calm.

Paradise.

Everything felt perfect, almost too perfect.

A group of lads got together for a bachelor party to celebrate the groom to be.

Drinks were flowing and vibes were good.

The night was alive with joy, excitement, and the simple magic of friendship.

It was the kind of night that should have ended with an innocent hangover.

Well, I can tell you how my husband recounts it, but...

This is Shelby.

Do you want my perspective or what he tells me or what?

The truth.

I want to give you the truth.

And it's her fiancé who is the bachelor in question.

How would you describe your husband's friends overall that were there?

Rowdy, absolutely unhinged. A lot of fun, but wild, all over, wild.

Before sunrise, the celebration would be destroyed by an unspeakable act.

A crime so shocking and so confusing that even now it still takes our breath away,

and not in the romantic kind of way, because somewhere

in the blur of that bachelor party, something went terribly, terribly wrong. It's 4.30 in the

morning. The last two men standing, the bachelor himself and his good friend, were finishing their last beer on the terrace on the third floor of the beach house.

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