A middle-aged man with graying hair leaned against his balcony railing, taking in the familiar

seaside view. The waves crashed gently against the shore, a sight he had admired for years.

He let out a quiet chuckle, bringing a thick cigar to his lips.

The rich smoke curled into the evening air as he grinned to himself.

For nearly fifteen years he had fooled them all.

Those clueless cops are still chasing shadows.

Back in 1987, his second wife had been murdered in cold blood,

and yet here he stood, free, untouched, and smiling. Jim Sullivan had orchestrated the murder.

He knew the Atlanta Police Department would have every reason to suspect him. He had the perfect

motive, money. But he had done everything in his

power to cover his tracks, hoping it was enough. Still, he had to hand it to the detectives. They were

relentless, determined to prove that he was the one pulling the strings behind the hit. But some

time had still went by and, well, a lot of miles in between.

Jim was on another continent.

He was hiding out in Thailand for four years with his new fiancé.

And we're going to go by her nickname Nana Reynolds.

She would become his fourth wife. Wait, Jim went all the way to Thailand.

Hello, and welcome back to crime salad. This is your part three of stolen betrayal, the life and

tragedy of Lita McClinton. We are finishing this story this week, and I want to inform you

that my voice is completely

messed up. Ricky had the same exact sickness as me, but of course he's fine. He recovered

after, what, a week? My immune system is strong. And I'm on some kind of steroid right now that

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