my parents always told me that monsters don t exist. i can tell you with absolute certainty, that is 110% false. he is a monster. a wife and mother killed in her own home. we get a phone call from a screaming irrational call at the other and. i said is it rachel? she said what do you mean, someone came in the middle of the night and murdered her? who murdered her? police discovered, rachael had a complicated love life. she said i felt hopelessly in love with you. were you married with someone else? i wanted to get out of the marriage as soon as possible. was there a bigger secret? varied in this box? for realizing there was a former wife. we re coming around this turn. a whole side of the mountain is on fire. marriage, money and murder, some say more than one. when people say i know how you feel, you have no idea how i feel. i don t want you to know how i feel because no one should ever feel this way. the night was profoundly dark, the lowest
serious looking like a character from the movie dazed and confused, and here is rachel unconsciously glamorous like a movie star in her own unconscious romantic comedy. aspiring artists, waiting for their break. could she see you making a life as a painter? yeah, she could. rachel could pictured because she had seen it happen. her own father, don had phil had made a big name for himself painting the romantic beach scenes that have graced living rooms around the country. you may have seen his how to paint courses on youtube. this is called, this is called aiming your shot. rare is the artist who like don could comfortably raise for kids in the napa valley. but though many are called, fewer susan, tim s artistic hopes were not met. he and rachel lowered their sets, and hustled work like murals that could help pay the rent.
planes, boats, all over the place. for tim the starving artists could offer a lot of nothing. taught on the other hand i went to orlando with him to disneyland and he was picking up the bill for this stuff? most of the time, yes. don had no way of knowing that tim was, for a time, still in rachel s life, sort of. you didn t lose touch completely? we kept in touch. why would they do that? maybe because marriage, her marriage, rachel led him to believe wasn t all apple pie and ice cream. she wanted to share with me what was going on when did she tell you? she said that todd had taken credit cards and max them all out, bought a plane. put her in debt for $45,000. wow! wow! i said are you freaking out? she said yes, but he will take care of it. which sounded less like
we were doing year olds and that is all the income we had. murals don t pay all that well? no they don t pay much at all. she was supporting and loving, and directing tim. don hadfield thought that she would outgrow tim, she buckle down and went to college. graduates top of her class, recruited by deloitte, they started her at 80 k, we want you know, i want to do a business of my own. and she and tim would run around and do stuff. pink murals? yeah. were they any good? no, not really. but she loved him nonetheless. 14 years this went on, rachael wanted to get married, have kids. i didn t ask her to marry me yet. did you want to have kids?
complaining then maybe boasting, tim after all could barely qualify for credit at all. eventually being on the outside looking in, it was just too hard. i said i can t take it no more. it s getting harder and harder. he asked her to stop calling him, he had to move on, start painting again, forget her. though, as he admitted to us, he wasn t very successful. i got, you know, for maybe later down the road i thought, we could get together again and share life again. wishful thinking, of course. tim simply fail to understand that rachel s life with hospital todd was getting more exciting by the day. when talks company sent him to live in briefly in australia he invited rachel s dad to visit. and he paid his way. every night after work, boom, we went to cirque du soleil, the comedy club, the dinners, it was a six-week party down there. it was back home where their social life blossomed.