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I'm Emily Rowney, and I'm Alicia Holland.

This is Bill Camp, the voice of forensic files, too, on HLN, and you're listening to Murder in the Rain.

When choosing a story, sometimes I'm inspired by something I've come across doing other research. Sometimes I seek out a specific theme or think about what the month represents.

Like how next month I'll be doing a story about a college campus as a back to school story. This month I looked up what was celebrated or represented in August.

While there are important things like spinal muscular atrophy awareness, international peace month, and national dog month, there are of course the nonsense celebrations like crayon collections, national catfish, and goat cheese month.

The one that caught my eye though was the one that seemed most appropriate. August is national immunization awareness month.

Don't fret, I'm not going to be talking about COVID. Just to say that when reading stories about those that refuse to get faxed, the most upsetting to me is when I hear about a medical professional who doesn't take it.

It just kind of hurts my brain to imagine a person witnessing the slow, horrible death a COVID patient goes through, and for them to be like, eh, I'm good.

This inspired a search for killer nurses, but what I found instead was a story of torture, harassment, and confusion surrounding the death of a Canadian nurse named Cindy James.

Being a nurse is an inherently dangerous job, with potential exposure to infectious diseases, dealing with patients that are having mental health or drug related issues, it's not surprising to learn nursing is far more dangerous than the average job.

Non-fatal assaults being verbal or physical occur at a rate of 8.3 assaults per 10,000 nurses. Compare that to a private sector job that has only two cases per 10,000 workers.

And that's just patients. Much like police officers and doctors, nurses have difficult schedules and stressful jobs.

This leads to nursing having a suicide rate that is double that of the general population, higher addiction rates, and one of the highest divorce rates at 47%.

And these numbers were all from before the pandemic, so it's not like things are getting better for our nurses, up to 93% of which are female.

Just like 47% of her coworkers, Cindy James of Vancouver, British Columbia, was getting a divorce from her husband in 1982.

Cindy was born Cynthia Elizabeth Hack on June 12, 1944, in Oliver, Okanagan, Simma Kameen, Regional District of British Columbia.

As the oldest of six children to Otto and Matilda or Tilly, Cindy was a natural when it came to helping the kids and the family.

This may have been her inspiration to pursue the field of work she did. She graduated from nursing school in 1966, before becoming an administrator at a preschool for children with emotional disturbances and behavior issues.

Before we get into Cindy's story, I want to say that there is a lot of information about this case out there and a lot of variations of that information.

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