Picture Miami. Picture its beaches. Picture three radio journalists assassinated in cold blood.

This is silenced, the radio murders.

You left the body there for reason. It was the calling card. It's like the map is used to do.

The mastermind has never been caught. To find him, we had to go deep into a world of drugs and darkness.

And there were these hints of a much bigger conspiracy.

This year I clearly gave it me in light.

I must've lost him. Listen to silenced, the radio murders.

On the iHot radio app, Apple podcasts, or whatever you get your podcasts.

Certain portions of what you're about to hear have been dramatized based on real-life events, eyewitness accounts and court records.

I confront the Irish Air Force, Mayor Smith, in a downtown Los Angeles parking garage for conning me out of $70,000.

You've been scamming us out of money this whole time.

You have.

The police? They aren't doing anything about it. So I start my own investigation and uncover victim.

It was 5,000 even. After victim? Yes, $2,000. After victim.

I'm like a pay-out credit card. I would never. But looking at the charges, it was notorious mayor.

When I cut ties with Mayor Smith in the parking garage that day.

From here on in, we're not friends.

I know she's dating an engineer in Newport Beach named Bob.

And I'm betting I just know she's scamming him, just like she's scamming me.

I don't have a phone number or even a last name for Bob. But I know I have to reach him somehow.

So I start a blog. I realized that the chances of Bob actually finding my blog are slim to none.

Until one day, my phone rings.

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