Hello campers, grab your marshmallows and gather around the true crime campfire.

Wear your camp counselors, I'm Katie, and I'm Whitney.

And we're here to tell you a true story that is way stranger than fiction, or roasting

murderers and marshmallows around the true crime campfire.

Teamwork makes the dream work.

But what if your dream is a get rich quick scheme involving kidnapping and murder?

And what if your team is a rag tag squad of steroids swollen gym rats sharing about

16 brain cells between them?

This is the story of what happens when ego meets incompetence, with a generous handful

of evil thrown in, plus, abs, lots and lots of abs.

This is when Jock's attack, the story of the sun gym gang.

So campers, for this one we're in Miami, Florida, May 26, 1995.

Detective Felix Jimenez got a call to take charge of a missing person's case that had just

come in.

A wealthy, attractive young couple, Frank Griega and his girlfriend, Christina Furton.

Frank's sister, Zuzana, was worried sick about them.

Frank and Christina lived in a Shishi neighborhood called Golden Beach, and they had a housekeeper,

Esther.

When Esther had showed up for work that morning, she'd been shocked to find the dog,

Chopin, barking his head off, and in a really aggressive way that was way out of character

for him.

This freaked Esther out to the point where she went down the street a few houses to ask

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