Heart Starts Pounding: Horrors, Hauntings, and Mysteries - 123. The Mysterious Death of Cindy James Part 1
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In 1989, the body of a woman was found hog-tied off the side of a road in Richmond, British Columbia.
What followed was one of the longest coroner's inquests
in Canadian history,
an inquest that would ultimately say
that the woman had died by by quote, an unknown event.
See, although she was found with her hands and feet
tied with nylon behind her back,
although she had told police that for seven years
she was being harassed by an unknown person,
a jury of her peers wasn't convinced
that any crime had taken place.
But how could that be?
Well, today we are going to get into the very,
very complicated death of Cindy James.
Welcome to Heart Starts Pounding,
a podcast of horrors, hauntings, and mysteries.
It's me, Kaylen, and it's very nice of you all
to join me here in the Rogue Detecting Society
headquarters today.
I kind of want to get right into today's story.
It's a really big one.
It's one that I still think about a lot and it's one that I really hope to hear from you
all about.
By the end of this episode, I really want you guys to comment wherever you're listening
just to tell me your thoughts.
I truly need to talk to someone about this one.
But first, I get so many little creepy stories from you all
and I truly cherish each one.
So this week I wanted to shout out our listener, Addie,
who told me that when she was five,
a woman she didn't recognize walked into her home
and told her to get her brother and get out.
She ended up grabbing him and when she went downstairs,
she saw that her entire downstairs was on
fire. If she had waited even a moment longer, she and her brother might have died in the
fire. Turns out no one else saw the woman and to this day she doesn't know who she
was. I know we share a lot of spooky ghost stories here on this show, but I swear, sometimes
I feel like they're really out here protecting us. Isn't that right, Jinx?
Just a heads up,
because of the sensitive nature of this episode
and the amount of research that went into it
to tell it right,
this is going to be a two-parter.
And the second part will be out this Friday.
Also, some of the names have been changed in the script
to protect the identities of those involved.
All right, keep sending me your stories
and let's jump back in.
In October of 1982, a 38 year old woman named Cindy James walked into a Vancouver police station.
Typically Cindy had a smile on her face. She was a compassionate and energetic woman, a psychiatric nurse who ran a children's clinic and always managed to remain upbeat.
But today she looked worse for wear. She had these
dark circles under her eyes. Her blonde hair, which was usually neatly done, was a chaotic halo
around her head. See, it had started earlier that year, when she began receiving dead flowers and
threatening notes at her job. Cindy never saw who was sending her these things
and neither did her coworkers.
It was weird at first, but as time went on,
the letters became more threatening.
They were always pieced together from magazines
and the text would say things like,
"'I see you' and, "'soon.'"
And the images on these letters were of knives, rope,
and women being choked.
Soon everyone, including Cindy, became more concerned.
Was there someone out there who wanted to hurt her?
Then came the phone calls.
They were creepy and constant.
At home, Cindy's phone would ring multiple times a day,
but whenever she answered,
there would just be heavy breathing on the other end.
Cindy told all of this to the police that day,
including how recently these threats had escalated.
The person on the other end of the line
was no longer just breathing.
He would actually speak to her.
The mysterious caller always addressed her by her name,
so she knew that this wasn't just a random dial.
The person would also describe sexual acts
that they wanted to perform on her
and how they wanted to mutilate her body.
The police looked at Cindy
as she described these calls to them and her voice was quivering
and her gaze was on the floor.
She was obviously terrified.
This was clearly very hard for her to talk about.
So they took down Cindy's statement
and they suggested that she get an unlisted number.
And in the meantime, she should let them know
if she got any more calls.
But instead of deterring the meantime, she should let them know if she got any more calls. But instead of deterring the harassment,
Cindy going to the police made it escalate.
There were two more calls the next day.
The voice on the other line told her,
"'You think calling the police will keep you safe?
"'You wait.'"
Then that night, someone tried to open Cindy's back door,
rattling the locked doorknob so forcefully
it woke her dog up.
Terrified, she called 911.
A patrol car responded
and they searched the surrounding area,
but there was no sign of the would-be intruder.
Still, Cindy and her dog went to stay
at a friend's house for the night.
Over the next week and a half, the harassment escalated.
Someone threw a rock through her kitchen window.
They smashed out the bulb in her porch light.
Cindy found another note made from letters cut out of a magazine.
Us, you, love, want, rotten, love, silence, hot, sex, is what it read.
While she was at work one day, her house was broken into.
The intruder didn't take anything of value,
though all they did was slash a pillow in Cindy's bed,
leaving it tucked under the blanket for her to find
when she went to sleep that night.
This threatening behavior was personal,
and it was also very strange.
When police asked Cindy if she had seen who was doing this,
she replied that she hadn't.
She never saw a figure running away
or eyes peering into her window at night.
She worked in children's psychiatry,
so sometimes she would advocate for children in court,
even if it meant arguing that they needed
to be separated from their parents.
As a result, there were some fathers in the community
that definitely did not like Cindy,
but the harassment felt too, I guess, intimate
to be a stranger.
And then a few weeks after the pillow slashing incident, the police discovered a car in an
alleyway behind Cindy's house.
The headlights were off, but as police approached the vehicle, they could see the outline of
a rifle sitting in the passenger seat.
Sitting inside was an older man, tall and lean with white hair. Police asked who he was, and he calmly explained
that his name was Raymond, and he was Cindy's ex-husband.
Cindy had previously mentioned to officers
that she had been married to a man 18 years her senior.
Their marriage, which lasted 16 years, had recently ended,
and now he was sitting outside of her
home with a gun.
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Cindy and Raymond had first met in the summer of 1965 while working at Vancouver General
Hospital.
Cindy, who was 21 at the time, was in her final year of nursing school while Raymond
was working on a post-doctorate in psychiatry.
Raymond was whip smart and he had a strong South African accent, which Cindy thought
was cute.
He was also 39 and already married with two kids.
Regardless, the two quickly started an affair.
His wife, who also worked at the hospital,
eventually discovered the affair and she filed for divorce.
And then Raymond and Cindy were married
the following December.
It has been suggested that for Cindy,
Raymond was kind of like a stand-in father figure for her.
Her own father was a retired Air Force Colonel
and he had been kind of this controlling force in her life.
Both Cindy and her siblings described his outrageous temper
and strict discipline.
Now she was tasting adult independence
and living on her own away from his influence.
It is possible that she romanticized Raymond
as a warmer, more loving father-like stand-in.
He was almost as old as her father after all,
and he had a similar background.
Also, this reinforced the police's notion
that Raymond was maybe somewhat of a predator,
that he had preyed on Cindy's youth and naivete.
But then 16 years after their relationship began,
Cindy's family started noticing that things were changing
sometime around the summer of 1981.
There was this distinct coldness between them.
Cindy didn't confide any specifics
about the state of her marriage,
but it wasn't really a surprise to her parents
when about a month later,
she told them that she was planning
on separating from Raymond.
And she formally moved out in the spring of 1982.
And a few months later, the harassment started.
To the officers working Cindy's case,
Raymond was the obvious and natural suspect
for the harassment.
He was clearly still emotionally attached to her.
But as he was sitting in his car
in the alley behind Cindy's house
with his headlights off and his rifle
in the front passenger seat,
they couldn't help but notice how concerned he looked.
When they asked what he was doing there, Raymond nonchalantly explained that he was waiting for
what he called the Prowler. He said he was going to catch them by surprise and take care of them
for Cindy. Turns out she had called him recently and told him that she feared for her life,
and even though they weren't together anymore, he wanted to help her.
To the officers, his demeanors went
beyond a concerned husband.
He seemed possessive.
They ended up sending Raymond on his way
and urged him to leave the matter to the professionals.
Instead, a few nights later, Cindy woke up
to someone tapping on her bedroom window.
She had already picked up the phone to call the police when she realized it was Raymond,
armed with a rifle and a hunting knife.
He whispered through the window that she could sleep soundly that night because he was going
to stand guard for her.
Police asked Cindy if any of this seemed like a red flag to her. But she swore up and down that Raymond wasn't involved
and it had to be someone else doing this to her.
In fact, he was actually the one who insisted
she report the harassment to the police.
And besides, the more pressing issue
was that Cindy was still being harassed.
More phone calls, more threatening notes
that included cutout photos of hands holding a knife,
women being choked, and dead bodies covered by a sheet. For months it continued, and Cindy was
starting to become terrified about how this might escalate. And to officers' credit, they did respond
to every incident. But once again, they never saw even a glimpse of who this person was.
There was no trace of them.
It was like chasing a ghost
and there just wasn't much for them to do about it
without some kind of clue or lead.
And on top of that, their investigation was,
well, somewhat flawed.
So Constable Pat McBride was the responding officer
on the night that Cindy's pillows were slashed.
He immediately took a personal interest in her case,
and some would call it a little bit too personal.
He had also recently separated from his wife,
so he understood the emotions
that Cindy might be experiencing.
He stayed in contact with her,
and he frequently dropped by her house
to check on her during his shifts.
And then two weeks after they met, he moved in with her,
which is definitely not protocol.
Some people thought this was because 24 seven surveillance
made Cindy feel safer,
but others knew that it was because the two had begun
a romantic relationship.
Regardless, it meant McBride's objectivity
was completely out the window,
and that made it easy for him to overlook
some of the stranger details of Cindy's case.
For instance, after McBride moved in,
the stalker seemed to respond to the investigation,
making adjustments as necessary, like they were really paying attention.
For example, when the phone company installed a tap on Cindy's phone to try and trace the source
of the vulgar calls, miraculously, the second the tap was in place, the phone calls stopped.
And instead, the threatening notes increased.
One even said, get rid of cops.
Another night, Cindy reported a prowler in her backyard.
And again, the police came out to search,
but they didn't find anything.
Literally nothing.
There was no sign of an attempted break-in.
Nothing was disturbed in the yard.
Not even a single shoe print could be seen.
And McBride pressed Cindy.
Was she sure she saw someone?
And then about a week later,
she reported seeing the Prowler again.
And this time, the phone line had been cut in five places.
Proof that someone was there.
But that was the only physical evidence they found.
If McBride picked up a pattern,
like perhaps that the stalker
was almost conveniently savvy,
he didn't seem to confront Cindy about it.
Instead, in December, he asked her to marry him.
Cindy declined the proposal very politely and instead asked him to move out of her house.
But similar to her arrangement with Raymond, Cindy and McBride did continue to date, all
while he continued to investigate her stalker.
That is, until the escalation that Cindy feared finally arrived.
On January 27th, 1983, one of Cindy's friends, Agnes Woodcock, stopped by for a visit.
They worked together at the children's home
and Agnes was one of the few people
that Cindy had confided in about the harassment.
Agnes knocked on the front door,
but there was no answer.
That was odd.
She told Cindy to expect her,
and there were lights on inside of the house.
Agnes went around to the side
and looked through one of the kitchen windows,
and that's when she saw Cindy sprawled out on the driveway
outside of the garage, bleeding and unconscious.
At the hospital, Cindy's injuries were assessed by a doctor and documented by the police.
Her hand had a large slash wound from a knife.
A black nylon stocking had been tied tightly around her neck, cutting off her circulation.
Thankfully, there was no evidence of a sexual assault.
Disturbed by the acceleration in the violence, the Vancouver Police Department transferred
Cindy's case
to someone more experienced,
a detective named David Bowyer Smith.
As he took Cindy's statement from her hospital bedside,
he could see the fear that was deep, deep inside of her eyes.
He heard the tremors of panic in her voice.
She had clearly been through an ordeal
and hesitated to relive it for him, but he reassured her
he was going to do everything he could
to catch the person that was responsible.
Cindy took a shaky breath, she swallowed really hard
and she nodded and tried to give as many details
to the detective as possible.
She said she'd gotten home from work
the same time that she always did.
She hadn't really been home long
before someone knocked on her back door.
She thought it was McBride.
Sometimes he would stop by after his shift
and he would leave his patrol car parked in the alley
instead of right in front of the house.
But when Cindy opened the door, there was a man there,
one that she didn't recognize. He grabbed her and
he dragged her to the garage where there was another man waiting. That one was
holding a knife. She tried to fight back, stop them from tying a stocking around
her neck, and that's how her hand had been cut. She could feel herself starting to
pass out and her vision went hazy, but then she heard one of the men
threaten to slice her open if she talked to police. He also threatened to kill her baby sister,
Melanie, and that was the last thing she remembered. She had gone in and out of
consciousness until Agnes found her. By the time she was done recounting the story, Cindy had gone completely pale white.
Detective Bowyer Smith was a veteran officer on the verge of retirement. He had worked dozens of
cases, he had interviewed hundreds of witnesses, and he knew when someone was feeding him a load
of crap. And he totally believed Cindy was terrified by whatever had happened to her. She was completely consumed
by it. But there were some things about the story that just didn't make sense to him.
To him, everything about Cindy's case indicated that this was a personal vendetta, someone
who knew her intimately and had an axe to grind. But she hadn't recognized either of the men
that attacked her.
So was this a random assault?
Maybe one that was unrelated to the stalker?
But that didn't really make sense either.
What was the motive?
They didn't rob her.
There was no evidence of sexual assault.
If they had wanted to kill Cindy,
they definitely had the opportunity to do it.
Instead, it seemed to just be about
further terrorizing Cindy.
But random people didn't really do that to strangers.
At least he had never seen that happen before in his career.
That brought him back to his first issue though.
Why hadn't she recognized her attackers?
Detective Bowers Smith was convinced
that there was something else going on here.
Cindy was maybe withholding something from him,
a missing puzzle piece.
He asked her to sit for a polygraph
just to try to get to the bottom of it,
but when he asked her basic questions about the assault,
she failed the test.
She took it a second time, but it was inconclusive.
And Detective Bowyer Smith seemed to have no qualms
confronting Cindy with some of his suspicions.
He straight up asked her, was she lying to him?
And if so, how much had she lied about?
And this made Cindy immediately break down
and confess something to him.
She told him she had recognized one of the men, the one who had
been waiting in the garage. But she had been too scared to admit it because of what they had said
to her about her younger sister, Melanie. He'd known her name. What if he really tried to hurt her?
Besides, she didn't know who the man was. She just recognized his face. She said that she had
seen him before, but she didn't know his name and she also didn't really know where she had seen him
before. Even after this confession, she refused to sit for another polygraph test or answer any more
questions out of fear of retaliation against her family. And Constable McBride came to her defense
over this. He had been at her house
when some of the threatening calls had come in.
He watched Cindy take these phone calls.
He had even been the one to pick up the phone a few times.
He also personally discovered
some of the threatening notes.
He assured the detective that the threat was real.
After what she had been through over the last few months,
it made sense that Cindy had tried to shield her family.
McBride's endorsement was enough to pull the detective onto Cindy's side,
though that didn't really help them get any closer to catching her tormentor
who continued to run rampant throughout all of 1983.
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After Cindy was released from the hospital,
she refused to go back to her house.
She packed up and moved across town.
And in less than a week,
more threatening notes were delivered.
One said, run, rabbit, run. I'll show you how good I am.
Soon after, the phone calls resumed.
One night, while McBride was visiting,
there were three calls in a row,
and he overheard a man shout through the receiver,
are you scared yet?
After only two months at the new address,
Cindy moved again,
and this time it actually brought a little bit of a reprieve.
She enjoyed a quiet, harassment-free summer
until on August 22nd, another note arrived.
This time it was delivered to the children's home
where she worked.
Five more arrived in as many weeks,
and Cindy ripped all of them up without opening them.
But she couldn't ignore the next delivery.
The stalker had escalated their crimes to animal cruelty.
On October 15th, Cindy came home from work
and found a dead cat on her porch.
There was a rope still tied around its neck
and next to it was a note that said, You're next. Her sanctuary was broken. The stalker once again learned where she lived.
And it all started up again in earnest. More phone calls, both to her home and to her work.
More notes. Someone vandalized her backyard again, ripping up the flowers in her garden
that she planted and trampling the seedlings in her vegetable patch. Her phone lines were cut repeatedly
after a second strangled cat was left at her back door.
Cindy decided to hire a private investigator, Ozzie Caban,
both for her own protection and to increase the chances
of catching this perpetrator.
Ozzie had 15 years of experience
and had provided security services to high profile clients.
He consulted with both Constable McBride
and Detective Bowyer Smith
anytime that there was a fresh incident.
But the story was always the same.
There was never any physical evidence of a perpetrator.
No leads to follow.
So instead Ozzy focused on keeping Cindy safe.
He armed her with a can of pepper spray,
instructing her to carry it with her at all times,
and he gave her a panic button.
It would alert him directly,
even if the phone lines were cut.
Around 6 p.m. on January 30th, 1984, Ozzy got an alert.
Cindy had activated her panic button.
Even speeding through traffic,
it still took him nearly 15 minutes to arrive at her house,
which felt like an eternity.
Adrenaline pumping, Ozzy charged towards the back door,
his gun drawn, and what he saw through the window
made his heart drop.
Cindy was there, motionless on the kitchen floor,
a pool of blood surrounding her head.
If she wasn't dead already, she was definitely balancing on its doorstep.
Refusing to waste another second, Ozzy kicked in the back door which splintered the wooden
frame.
He quickly cleared the house for any sign of the intruder and then he tended to Cindy.
Her skin was ashen and he couldn't find a pulse.
God, was he too late?
Was she already gone?
But when the ambulance arrived a few minutes later,
EMTs realized there was another nylon stocking
tied around her neck.
It was barely visible between the folds of her skin.
And once they cut it off and administered oxygen,
Cindy regained consciousness.
As for the rest of her injuries,
she'd been struck on the head by something, hard enough
that it left a visible lump on her skull.
Her left hand had been stabbed with a paring knife, the blade had gone all the way through
until the handle was flush with her skin, and pinned beneath the handle, soaked in blood,
there was another note that read, Now you must die.
Finally, there was a needle puncture mark in the crook of her right arm, like she had
been injected with something.
Cindy had zero recollection of her attacker or even what happened to her.
She didn't even know what happened in the moments leading up to it.
She couldn't remember what had prompted her to activate the panic button, and on top of that, police were never able to lift any fingerprints off of anything. Once again,
it was like they were chasing a ghost. Unlike the first attack though, no one doubted the
credibility of this attack. The puncture mark was in her right arm, which if she had done this to
herself means she would have needed to hold the needle with her left hand, except she had been stabbed
with that hand.
So that means she would have had to inject it herself first and then stabbed herself.
But stranger still, the police didn't find any needles at the scene.
So it would have actually had been injection that she would have needed to dispose of the
needle and then
stab herself and that's assuming that the injection wasn't some kind of
sedative that made her pass out. Did she give herself the head injury before all
of this too? There weren't any heavy blunt objects just lying around. There
was no part of Ozzy that thought she could have done this to herself. This
second attack really ramped up the pressure on the Vancouver police to solve this case.
Cindy's gruesome injuries made McBride and Detective Bowersmith feel guilty that they
had ever doubted her reports.
So they clung to the only tangible lead they could identify.
The man Cindy recognized in the first attack.
Even without a name, they could create a composite and follow that trail.
They had to plead with Cindy though
to give them the details that they needed.
They told her that the best way to protect her family
was to catch this guy.
In a strange twist of events,
she eventually admitted that she knew who attacked her,
who had been behind all of the attacks actually.
And the police were a little bit skeptical of this at first.
You mean, you've known this entire time who was doing this and you never once told us?
Who is it?
Well, she explained, it was actually her ex-husband, Raymond.
She had been too scared to tell them the truth because she was afraid of what he might do
to her.
He had been abusive throughout their marriage and it had taken her years to muster the courage
to leave because he repeatedly threatened to kill her if she did.
That's why she was still on friendly terms with him to keep him from hurting her.
The police had suspected Raymond from the start, but they never had any good evidence
that it was him behind the attacks.
Regardless, they still picked him up for questioning the next day.
They ended up interrogating him for six hours, trying to draw out a confession.
But Raymond resolutely maintained his innocence.
He was actually shocked by these accusations.
Six weeks ago, they had spent Christmas
with Cindy's parents.
It was pleasant.
They actually had a great time.
This accusation was a complete 180
and he refused to give an inch.
He was not Cindy's attacker.
And they could interrogate him for a month or a year,
but they were still not gonna find any evidence
to the contrary because it was simply not true.
The police were eventually forced to let Raymond go free. He was right.
They had nothing concrete against him, for now.
But why would Cindy have said it was Raymond if it might not have been? And if it wasn't Raymond behind the attacks, then who was it?
wasn't Raymond behind the attacks, then who was it?
By July of 1984, Cindy's entire world had been consumed by the harassment,
a constant barrage of threatening phone calls,
except on the days when her phone line had been cut,
but then they could always call her at work instead.
She still managed to show up to work every day,
but she could no longer leave her personal concerns
at the door.
Colleagues noticed that she was constantly on edge,
sometimes spending the entire day holed up in her office.
She was also rapidly losing weight
from the stress and lack of sleep.
And the stories that Cindy told the police around this time
are absolutely harrowing.
One afternoon, after spending a few hours
working in her garden, Cindy realized that her dog
was no longer in the yard
and that her back door was wide open.
She was positive she had left it closed.
And rather than risk it,
she summoned Ozzie with the panic button.
Inside of the house, he found a threatening note
wishing her a happy birthday.
There was also a recently stubbed cigarette butt that did not match the brand that she smoked normally.
Ozzy also found Cindy's dog cowering under a chair, injured and bloody but very much alive.
He had been tied up with the same rope that had been used on the strangled cats.
A rope that was never found inside of Cindy's home.
Then on July 23rd, she was attacked again.
Around 8.30 p.m., she drove to a local park to walk her dog,
and about an hour later,
as she was heading back to her car,
she said a green van pulled up beside her.
There was a man and a woman inside.
The driver called out through the open window,
asking her for directions.
We don't really know what happened after that.
Cindy had no memory of the event,
but her neighbor found her at his front door hours later,
a little after midnight.
When the neighbor came downstairs,
Cindy was glassy-eyed and incoherent,
trying to squeeze through the small gap in his door.
When he unhooked the chain, she collapsed.
And then he realized her face was blue.
There was another stocking tied around her neck,
so tight he could barely manage
to get a knife blade underneath it to cut it free.
And there were two more needle puncture wounds on her arm.
When the police checked the park,
they found Cindy's dog wandering near the abduction site,
her leash trailing behind her.
They found drag marks in the dirt,
as well as one of Cindy's shoes
and her can of pepper spray.
But nothing was left behind by the kidnappers.
While Cindy recovered in the hospital,
a man called the reception desk to ask about any
security measures that were in place.
He refused to give a name and he quickly hung up.
Officers played the receptionist a recording of Raymond's voice to see if it was the same
man and they said he sounded familiar but they weren't 100% certain.
There was no doubt that the police were motivated
to catch Cindy's attacker,
especially after the third attack was reported on
by the local paper.
Still thinking that Raymond was maybe involved in some way,
they combed through every piece of his life.
They interviewed his employer, his ex-wife before Cindy,
and colleagues from South Africa, but nothing came of it.
They profiled the children at Cindy's work,
anyone who had been under her care in the last 10 years,
plenty of whom were adults now.
They ran background checks on all of the parents,
but there were no leads.
Ozzy ended up installing security cameras, alarm systems,
and more panic buttons in every room of her house.
He gave Cindy a two-way handheld radio
so she could be in constant communication with him,
but nothing seemed to help.
The harassment continued, but there was nothing to chase.
Again, no fingerprints on any of the notes,
no trace on any of the calls.
He still hadn't even seen the figure
that had been doing this.
The police went so far as to assign a surveillance team,
parking a van outside of her house 24 seven
for weeks at a time and keeping a direct tap
on the phone line.
But they never saw or heard anything useful.
The harassment stopped completely
as long as they were watching.
The day after the second stakeout ended,
Cindy reported a phone call.
It was a silent hangup, but she knew it was her stalker.
Except while the van was no longer watching,
the phone company tap was still in place.
They at least had a way to figure out
where the call came from.
And when they saw who had made the call,
they had to double check because they were so in shock.
It was Cindy.
She had called herself.
But maybe this was some sort of weird fluke,
the officers thought.
So they got in contact with the utility workers in the area,
the ones who would come and repair Cindy's phone line
when it was cut.
Well, it turned out they all knew Cindy's house pretty well.
She had become kind of a running joke in their circle.
They thought she was maybe a lonely woman
who was desperate for company.
Otherwise, why didn't she just pay for the wires
to be encased in a
protective tubing? There was a simple solution for her problem, but she never took them up on it.
Instead, she seemed to enjoy having the workers stop by. And that's when doubts about Cindy's
credibility resurfaced. Was she making this up? In the next episode, doubts about Cindy's credibility increase
and the case takes an unexpected turn when a body is found on the side of a highway.
Join me here Friday and until then, stay curious.
Heart's Heart's Pounding is written and produced by me, Kailyn Moore. Heart's Heart's Pounding is
also produced by Matt Brown. Additional research and writing by Abigail Cannon.
Sound design and mix by Peachtree Sound.
Special thanks to Travis Dunlap, Grayson Jernigan, the team at WME, and Ben Jaffe.
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