Welcome to Unspeakable, a true crime podcast where I tell stories of real crimes with real victims,

whose cases are so shocking that many are left wondering, how is this even real?

I use my experiences in law enforcement, corrections, and combined with my years as a criminal justice educator, dig deep into complex cases of evil acts.

Some so evil, many feel they are unspeakable.

The unspeakable. Warning, unspeakable is intended for mature audiences.

If you are easily offended, then I'm not your girl.

Listening discretion is advised. Hey y'all, it's KJ here back with another episode of Unspeakable.

What's going on with you? I have got an episode today that's going to take us straight to Portland, Oregon.

Where am I'm a Oregon people at? I'm waving at you. How are y'all doing?

But I'm going to tell you this, wretch, now, everybody knows for a fact that I am a girl from South Louisiana,

and I know good food. King cake, gumbo, and crawfish. Those are God's gift to us us as far as I am concerned. Now, that said,

a professional chef may, you know, beg to disagree with me on this. And while, you know,

there's no set way to become a chef, becoming a respected chef, that's going to take time

and experience everything from culinary school to getting a degree, different certifications,

or a combination thereof.

So much is involved in becoming a respected chef.

And if anyone was a respected chef in Portland, Oregon, it was 63-year-old Daniel Brophy. Now, he worked as an instructor

at the Oregon Culinary Institute, and he was seriously, and I'm not just saying this, I know

it gets posed this way a lot when you're listening to stories, but he was seriously one of the

most beloved members of their faculty.

The students, and I think this is a testament to him, the students of all races, all ages,

different cultures, all of them felt like he was basically a father figure to them, and having

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