This is Hidden Killers with Tony Brewski.

I picture this one. You're a fisherman setting catfish lines on a Sunday morning in November.

The little P.D. River. I think of Pee Wee Herman when I hear that. The little Pee-D. River, not Pee-Wee River.

It's calm, maybe a little too calm.

You spot something wrapped in a blue tarp.

Waded down with cinder blocks.

That's how Gregory Rice's daughter, I found out her dad was dead on her birthday.

Because when Megan Jackson describes to plan a murder, she apparently doesn't check

the calendar for awkward timing.

Or did she?

Did she?

There are certain personalities that plan certain days to do certain things to ruin

others' lives. This whole mess started where most workplace disasters begin with two people

who should have kept it professional. Christopher Don Tell was a deputy coroner.

In Horry County, South Carolina, Megan Jackson, drove dead bodies around for a living.

Match made in heaven, right? Wrong. Match made in whatever circle of hell is reserved for people

who use their jobs in the death industry to cover up actual

murders. Here's the thing about affairs between coworkers and the funeral business. When normal

people have workplace drama, maybe someone gets a passive aggressive email or their lunch stolen

from the break room fridge. When corners and body transporters have drama,

apparently bodies themselves end up in rivers, allegedly.

Though Don Tell already copped to it,

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