A Body, A Wallet, and a Web of Lies - The Murder of Bob Eidman

May 19, 2025

In this episode, Payton and Garrett explore the disturbing case of Bob Eidman. When a delivery driver discovers a body at one of her routine stops, her call for help sets off a chain of events that unravels into a full-scale murder investigation.

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And I'm Garrett Moreland.

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I think it's safe to say that most people have secrets—little things they've done that they don't intend to share with anyone else.

Whether it's a small thing about themselves or even a bigger thing, most people have something they probably plan to take to the grave.

But sometimes those secrets do not get buried along with us—especially when death culminates in a murder investigation.

That's when our secrets matter the most. What wasn’t someone telling their friends or family?

Who were they talking to that no one even knew about?

And could that have led to their premature death?

No matter how big or small, a victim's secrets are often the biggest clue in a murder investigation.

At least, that's what TV leads us to believe.

But sometimes, secrets are nothing more than a scandalous distraction—one that forces us to ignore reality.

Because secrets aren't always deadly. Oftentimes, the answer to murder lies in the mundane.

So let's dial back the clock to the year 2007 as we head to St. Charles, Missouri.

Just west of St. Louis, St. Charles is a suburban little town, mostly filled with commuters—the sort of place where people have spent generations, where everyone knows everyone, and it's generally considered a peaceful, safe little community.

It also happens to be where 48-year-old Bob Eidman and his wife Diane call home.

Now, everyone who knows Bob Eidman says that he is this teddy bear of a guy. Only about 5'6", but he has a huge personality—incredibly bubbly and lovable. He's always cracking jokes.

In fact, it seems like Bob was a bit of a class clown growing up too. When he wasn't pulling off pranks, he was testing the boundaries of authority. Every summer, he was having to make up classwork in summer school.

But Bob was also easily distracted by girls growing up. And shortly after graduating from high school was when Bob met the woman he would spend the rest of his life with—and that was Diane Bowling.

Now, not only was Diane a bit taller than Bob, she matched his sharp-witted personality too. She could go toe-to-toe with Bob and put him in his place.

Look, we have a lot of Dianes that are victims or involved in these cases.

Yeah, kind of do too. Like, Diane’s a very popular name.

And I don’t know, I’m guessing it’s maybe because a lot of the cases we do are from around the same time frame.

Maybe Diane was just a popular name. Because I did just read on—uh, I forget where it was—but the most popular girl name of 2024 was... guess.

2024?

Mhm.

Something like Everly? Olivia?

Yeah, that’s not close to Everly, but—

Yes, it is!

But yes, Olivia was the most popular girl name of 2024.

I forget what the guy's was.

Probably Garrett, to be honest.

But I’m not sure.

Definitely not Garrett.

Keep it rolling.

So like I said, Diane could go toe-to-toe with Bob. She could put him in his place, and that was something Bob loved about Diane.

So, come the year 2007, they had been married for 20 years.

Though they never had any children together, they seemed to have built a nice life for themselves. Diane managed the kitchen at a local hospital, while Bob ran his own business.

He was an insurance agent with his own office in a strip mall along a busy route that ran into St. Louis.

But lately, Bob’s business in 2007 had fallen on hard times. He wasn’t getting as many clients as he used to, which was starting to stress him out a little bit.

By June of 2007, he basically thought he was going to stay afloat for a few more months before he would have to close shop entirely.

Wow, okay.

But on the 8th of that month—in June—Bob faced the unthinkable.

It was a beautiful, sunny Friday, about 80 degrees, when Bob opened up his shop and took a seat at his desk.

At around 11 a.m. that day, a mail carrier stopped by his office on her usual route.

Yes.

So if it's a mail carrier, how is it also a male—

Mail carrier.

Ohhh, okay, I’m sorry. It sounded like there was no distinction between those words.

And that’s when she saw the unthinkable. She dropped everything and began running up the street, calling for help.

She flagged down a police officer who happened to be passing by and told them that the man who ran the insurance company over there was lying on the floor, motionless, and he had blood covering his face.

“There’s a man in the middle—with blood all over.”

So when more officers are called to the scene, they find Bob Eidman has been shot.

There are three bullet wounds on his body—

Jeez.

—one on his chin, one on his neck, and the fatal shot being the one through his eye.

Now, all of them appeared to have been fired at close range, and all from the same gun.

Though, there weren’t any other signs of a struggle from what police could tell.

However, they realized at the crime scene that Bob’s wallet is missing. And sources who know him say he always kept his wallet in his back pocket.

So as they’re sweeping the crime scene for clues, they gather any ammunition casings and fingerprints they can find. And they actually do something pretty smart:

They cut out the fabric around Bob’s back pocket—where he usually kept his wallet—and they did this in order to search it for touch DNA. Because if someone took the wallet out of his back pocket, maybe they left something behind.

Now, it doesn’t take long for local reporters to catch wind of the crime. Homicides only happen about once a year in St. Charles, so this is a pretty big local story.

But Diane—Bob’s wife—hears that something has happened down at Bob’s office. So she rushes to the scene.

And when she gets there, she tells police:

"I’ve been trying to reach Bob all day. He never answered his phone. Is everything all right?"

Though by this point, Diane must know nothing is all right.

And it’s there, at the scene of the crime, that the police break the news to Diane:

No. Bob has been murdered. Your husband has been murdered.

Now, as I mentioned, murder isn’t something the local police deal with a whole lot here in St. Charles. So they call in the help of the Major Case Squad.

And the Major Case Squad has a pretty great track record. They claim that 80% of their cases get solved.

I’m trying to figure out—

I know we’re early in the case—but I’m trying to figure out what’s going on. Did Diane know the business was failing and want insurance money? Like, what’s going on?

You know what I’m saying?

Yes. Quick to blame.

Was that correct? Quick to blame the wife?

Well—quick to blame the significant other. Always.

And one of the first things that police start to investigate is what could have motivated someone to show up and shoot Bob Eidman in his office—in broad daylight.

Well, they think the answer to that might actually lie in Bob’s business itself.

Remember, Bob was an insurance salesman, but his clientele was sort of on the fringe. Bob dealt with the kind of people who were high-risk drivers—people with bad credit and challenging histories. Basically, people who would have a hard time getting insurance through traditional methods.

And since a lot of people would try to pay with bad checks that would bounce, Bob was only really accepting cash at this time—which meant Bob’s office had a lot of cash in it at any given moment. Apparently, Bob didn’t have much of that money locked up in a safe either. He just kept it in a locked drawer in his desk.

Now, whether or not any clients of his knew that, witnesses are unsure. But when police go to that desk drawer, they find there’s only $200 inside. That is a heck of a lot less than what Bob was supposed to be keeping in there. So between that and his missing wallet, police are thinking:

"Is this a robbery? But why wouldn’t they take all the cash, then? Why leave $200?"

Plus, there doesn’t seem to have been any forced entry into the place—none of the typical signs you might expect if someone was trying to break in and rob it.

So police have to consider another possibility.

After speaking with Bob’s family and friends, they learned pretty quickly about the difficult times Bob had fallen on—that he was just three months away from basically shutting his business down. So they also wonder: What if Bob had taken a hit out on his own life? Could that have been something he was capable of, or even considering?

But that same day, police do get a break in the case—one that at least gives them some hint as to who shot Bob Idman.

Investigators have been going around trying to collect security footage from the area at the time of the crime, and they find one taken from a Mexican grocery store really close to Bob’s office. It has a pretty good view of the front door of Bob’s insurance company. It even captured the mail carrier running away from the scene that day.

But what it also got was a white Ford Focus driving past Bob’s business twice that morning—once at 10:50 a.m., and then again at 10:54 a.m. Only that second time, it was much slower. It honestly looked like the Ford Focus was looking for something.

That’s just six minutes before Bob was found dead. Now the police are feeling pretty confident this car either saw something or was involved somehow. So they need to find out who owns it.

Problem is, there are about 5,000 white Ford Focuses on the roads in Missouri at this time, so it’s kind of a needle in a haystack. But what seems like that same day, they catch a really lucky break: they discover that not too far from Bob’s business, there’s a white car that has been crashed and abandoned off the side of a nearby road.

And inside this white car is Bob Idman’s business card.

Now, you have to imagine what that’s like for police. Okay, so they’re doing this—they find the security footage. They’re like, "Oh, this is our answer." Then they see the white car. They’re like, "Shoot, we’re kind of back to square one. How are we going to find this?" And then they get a call that a white car has crashed and Bob Idman’s card is inside.

Off topic for a second—this isn’t meant with any disrespect at all, because Bob is a victim here—but have you ever met a baby named Bob?

Just curious, 'cause I don't think I've ever met a baby named Bob. If your baby's named Bob—fantastic. I’ve just... There was a girl named Bobby at my school. You know how some names just seem like older names? Bob, to me, is one of those names.

Yeah.

But I've never seen a baby. Bobby sounds like a baby name. But I’ve never seen a... I've never seen a baby Bob. Or like a baby Robert.

Yeah.

There’s just certain names that—it’s interesting. Anyways, all right, we can keep going.

Now the police locate the owner of this vehicle. It is a man named Travis Ensley.

When he’s called in for questioning, he’s actually shocked to learn he’s not just there because he abandoned his crashed vehicle and falsely reported it stolen—he’s there because he is a person of interest in a murder investigation.

And even worse, when they pull Travis in, he has blood on his shirt.

And Travis is like, "Whoa, whoa, whoa, this is all a huge misunderstanding." He says he had been needing new insurance on his car—hence Bob’s business card in his vehicle. So he says he went to Bob. He liked the guy, even gave him a good rate.

But the night before Travis was questioned, he went out, had a few drinks, and crashed his newly insured car. And drunkenly, Travis stumbled back home that night with a broken nose and then woke up the next morning to notice his car wasn’t there. He’d forgotten that he crashed it the night before.

He called his new insurance and reported it stolen before finally remembering, "Oh, actually, I think I left it on an embankment not far from my apartment."

So police think this is a bit far-fetched, but the blood on Travis’s shirt does turn out to be his own. And Travis’s alibi holds up as well. He wasn’t at the scene of Bob’s crime when it happened—which means while Travis might have looked like the ideal suspect, police are kind of back to square one.

Though, as always, there’s one person they can’t ignore in a murder investigation, as Garrett said—and that is Diane.

It’s always Diane. So if your name is Diane... it is you.

No—the wife. Which—the spouse. It’s always the— I mean, not always the spouse, but... we don’t know the stats on it, huh?

Like the percentage of times it’s the spouse versus not the spouse?

Well, that percentage is going to be different based on if it’s the man or the woman.

You think so?

Yes. If a woman gets murdered, the percentage that it was her spouse is probably way higher than if a man gets murdered and the percentage that it was his spouse.

Hmm. I don’t know. No, I just don’t know. I don’t know the stats. I don’t—I don’t know what the stats are.

It’s got to be higher.

I would assume so. But less men are probably murdered.

Murdered in general.

So do those stats align? Does that make sense?

Like—I get what you’re saying.

You know what I’m saying? Like per capita, sort of thing?

Yeah, I do get what you’re saying. That’s why I’m wondering if the stats are—I don’t know.

Okay, Mr. Advanced Statistics. I wasn’t thinking about that.

That’s what I took in college, everybody.

So—the spouse. And while they don’t have any initial reason to believe Diane was involved, they ask her a few questions to rule her out anyway.

Though the more they start talking to Diane, the more they wonder: okay, is she actually involved in this?

Police’s suspicions kind of start from the moment Diane actually showed up at the crime scene that day—because some say that Diane, despite hearing the news that her husband’s just been murdered, didn’t really seem too surprised or emotional in the moment.

I feel like this is in every single source of every case that we do. And I'm just like—when are we going to start learning that people's reactions in crisis and stress are so different? So vast. I don't think there's a common reaction that we should expect.

So to me, this just isn't evidence that someone is suspicious.

But that's not the only thread they're following when it comes to Diane. She, too, tells police they were facing some financial issues. So it's not like Bob was keeping this a secret from Diane.

Yep.

There wasn't a lot of cash coming in. The business was floundering, and they were having a hard time paying the bills. And there's a couple of red flags that go off for detectives at this point—one of them being the fact that Diane seems to have a bad memory.

Only when it comes to certain things, though—like her social security number, and whether or not Bob had any life insurance policies.

Wait, no way. You're just like, "Ah yeah, I don't remember my social security number, sorry."

Now Diane says she’s only had one through her workplace—the life insurance—but it was for no more than $5,000, and it was her life insurance policy.

What she seemingly forgets to tell police is that Bob did have his own. And Diane was about to receive more than $300,000 after Bob’s death.

That’s a lot of money, considering the situation they’re in as well.

Yes.

Though it’s not until police start checking with insurance companies that they actually realize this. Diane never tells them herself.

So of course, because she keeps this from them, it makes her look suspicious.

And that’s not the worst of it.

See, Diane has some family secrets as well—ones that don’t exactly look great for her when she mentions them to detectives.

On the day of Bob’s death, Diane speaks with a female detective and sort of opens up to her. She says, "Look, don’t take this as a confession, but this same thing happened to my dad."

And here’s what she means.

When Diane was 26 years old—so about two decades prior—her father was working as a St. Louis police officer. But on the morning of April 6th, 1984, at around 2:30 a.m., her mother dials 911 and claims someone broke into the house, stole his gun, and shot him to death.

Now, when police get to the house, they find Diane's mother, Lenor. She has no tears. Her hair is fully done. And when police question her, she’s casually smoking a cigarette. She has no emotion.

What the freak.

Sounds a little... a little familiar.

Well, Lenor tells the police there’s been a man following them lately, and he’s been leaving notes at the house—including one on the night Diane’s father died that said, "This is for what you did to me."

But as police really get into their investigation, they learn there was no forced entry into the home. The door to the garage, where Lenor said the man broke in, was deadbolted shut—among many other clues.

And eventually, it was Lenor—Diane’s mother—who was charged with murdering her husband, Diane’s father.

What?!

So you can kind of see why Diane mentions this to police—because it would be suspicious if she didn’t say, "Hey, my mom was arrested and charged for shooting my dad in the face... and now my husband has been shot in the face."

Maybe she's just taken after her mom.

So the similarities are a little glaring—especially when they hear that Bob was scared to death of Lenor. That's his mother-in-law.

Particularly because she was actually waiting in their home as she awaited trial. And rightfully so—I mean, he had an accused murderer sleeping under the same roof as him. So Bob was always locking their bedroom door. He was afraid to be alone in the house with his mother-in-law.

But in a pretty shocking turn of events, Lenor was actually found not guilty by a jury, and she was acquitted of that crime.

I'm not sure how this entire thing affected Bob and Diane's marriage, but the verdict probably didn't put him at ease. And it unfortunately wasn't giving police any confidence in Diane either.

So the next time the police speak with Diane, they ask her, "Hey, why don't you just take a polygraph test so we can clear your name?"

Do any detectives that are listening to this—do you guys still use polygraph tests? Like, are they still weighted pretty heavily, or is it just something to scare whoever they’re trying to pressure?

I would think it would be more like that—used as a tactic. Like, "You failed." Because no one even— I mean, everyone knows at this point that they’re not… they can’t be used in court.

Yeah. Yeah, I don’t know. It's interesting. Like, I’m wondering if they're even really used that much. Because now it’s almost like a game. People on social media do polygraph tests with their friends and stuff like that. They're so unserious at this point.

Yeah.

So Diane agrees, and she tells police she has absolutely nothing to hide. She had nothing to do with her husband’s murder. And her results come back inconclusive. She doesn’t fail, but they can’t get a read on her.

So the next step is for police to get a closer look at Bob’s personal life, and Diane agrees to let them take his computer for analysis. And what they find there honestly changes the course of this investigation.

One of the first things they find on Bob’s computer is that he has been visiting homosexual websites—and not just pornography. It's more like hookup websites. Think Grindr before Grindr.

Yeah.

So that leads detectives to subpoena Bob’s phone records, because now they’re wondering: is this a secret love affair that went sideways? Someone looking to blackmail or even extort Bob?

And when they look into his call history, they find that Bob has been chatting with one person pretty consistently for a while—someone who lives out of town, about three hours away. It’s a man named Drew Smith.

Here’s the thing, though. Drew and Bob weren’t just having some long-distance emotional affair. Apparently, they'd meet up in motels closer to Drew’s hometown whenever Bob could get away.

So police think, "We’ve got to talk to Drew," obviously, because he’s basically Bob’s lover. And honestly, what they uncover is pretty heartbreaking. Because not only did Bob feel like he was living this double life, it turns out, according to Drew, he and Bob really were in love.

They spoke to each other several times a day. And I guess Bob was telling himself he wanted to eventually just come out to his wife, and then have a relationship with Drew.

Drew even had a tattoo for Bob on his arm. Meanwhile, Bob had been keeping little souvenirs from their meetups and dates together.

Now Drew has an alibi for where he was during the time of Bob’s death, and he passes a polygraph, so he’s kind of ruled out as a suspect pretty quickly.

But police discover something else. The secret life that Bob was living—well, it wasn’t so secret after all. Diane, Bob’s wife, had stumbled across some of the emails Bob had been sending to Drew. So she basically knew. She knew about this love affair.

And when she confronted Bob about it, he apparently denied it all. But Diane was like, “No, this is real.” Like, why—at that point, why deny it, right? Because you kind of were just given your reason, your opportunity.

Yeah.

So now the focus returns back to Diane. Could she have been angry about this relationship? Maybe hired someone to put—no, I don’t see that happening. Could be wrong.

The problem is, though, there’s only circumstantial evidence when it comes to Diane. Nothing concrete whatsoever connecting her physically to the crime.

So Bob’s case starts to run cold until about two years later when St. Charles police get a call from a DNA investigative team.

Oh, okay.

So remember how the police cut out Bob’s pocket where his wallet usually was? The thinking was that if someone yanked his wallet from his pocket, there would be touch DNA.

Well, in 2009, investigators learn the DNA they pulled from that pocket finally has a match. And it’s someone the police would have never guessed.

This man’s name is Paul White, and he was a customer at Bob’s insurance agency. There were even files on Bob’s desk when he died with Paul’s name on them. So it’s a current client.

They also discover that a month or so after the murder, Paul White was a passenger in a car that was stopped for a traffic violation. It was for an expired registration. The driver’s name was Cleo Hines, and Cleo Hines drove a light-colored Ford Focus—just like the one that was seen driving past Bob’s office in the minutes before and after the murder.

Now Paul is pretty easy to find because he’s in prison when his name finally pops up in this case. It’s for a completely unrelated charge though—forgery, actually.

But that’s not the only thing on Paul White’s rap sheet. I mean, this guy’s been charged with a bunch of different things over the years, mostly forgery and theft. I don’t think murder was on that list yet.

However, when police show up to the prison to question Paul, he completely denies having anything to do with Bob’s murder. He actually says it was physically impossible for his DNA to be on that pair of pants.

So with Paul not willing to show any of his cards, detectives realize they need to pivot. And now they are looking at the man who was driving the car during that traffic violation—the owner of the white Ford Focus, Cleo.

What they learn is Cleo was living with Paul before his arrest. So they think, all right, we’re starting to get somewhere. They have this relation—like a personal relationship at least.

Maybe we should bring Cleo in for questioning. Maybe he’ll flip on Paul. I mean, maybe he was the getaway driver.

Almost the second he sits his butt down in the hot seat, he cracks like an egg. He’s like, “Yes, okay. Hey, I was involved in Bob’s murder, but I was just the getaway driver, I swear.”

In fact, he doubles down, saying, “No, Paul actually forced me to do this. He literally held me at gunpoint and made me drive him there and back.”

Cleo claims that the night before, Paul had lost over $1,200 at a casino and was desperate to make up for it. He told Cleo he knew a guy that kept a bunch of cash at his business on-site, and they were going to go rob him.

This was literally a day of decision. He said Paul had actually woken him up that morning with a pistol to his head, forcing him to get up and do it.

And when Cleo was asked what kind of gun Paul was wielding that day, Cleo said it was a 9mm Glock. This is the same exact kind of gun that was used to kill Bob.

So police now know this is likely the truth—or at least Paul and Cleo are in fact involved in Bob’s murder. Maybe we don’t know the specifics, was he actually forced? They believe now that these are the two guys.

But the entire time, Cleo is insisting, “I never got out of the car. All I did was drive Paul to the scene. He got out, he got the cash, and got back in the car, and I drove away.”

So now police realize they’ve got to go back to Paul and let him know Cleo’s turned on him. And this time, not knowing that his buddy is speaking out against him, Paul says, “Okay, I’m going to confess. I did kill Bob Idman that day, but I didn’t do it alone.”

Paul says the morning of the crime, both he and Cleo lost money at the casino. They went around town looking for people to rob and, at one point, considered targeting people coming out of Walmart. But when they realized there were too many cameras, Paul came up with another idea.

They should just go after his insurance agent, Bob Idman. Paul knew Bob kept a bunch of cash on-site because his wife had seen it when she went to sign for her insurance policy about a month or two earlier.

And then Paul says, “The two of them drove to Bob’s office together. They both got out of the car, put on masks, and went into Bob’s office, where they demanded he give them the cash.”

Bob gave them $300 that he had on hand. But when they demanded more and Bob said he didn’t have it, they ripped his wallet out of his pants, and in a spur-of-the-moment decision, decided to shoot Bob several times and left.

What the— it’s so sad. Bob, $300. Bob’s just trying his hardest to make money and work, and then he gets killed by a random client who he had done nothing wrong to—for $300.

Paul and Cleo split the $300—$150 each. That’s insane.

Now, I will say Paul changes his story a lot during his confessions. So this is the best version I kind of wrapped up for you. But I will add this: neither Paul nor Cleo ever mentioned Diane.

They were both asked individually if they had ever heard of Diane, and they were like, “No.”

Which means Diane Idman, who was probably the main person of interest in this case—simply because of her family history, what happened between her dad and mom, her not-so-good memory, her husband’s affair—what a coincidence, right?

She’s cleared all because of a little touch DNA on a pair of pants. Literally, because they cut out this pocket, they figured out who it was. Whoever did that—whatever CSI came in, whatever is going on—good job. That thought: let’s just cut it out. Because I mean, you can’t test everything for touch DNA. This is the issue with crime scenes: you would hope they could go around to every square foot of a building and test everywhere, but that’s not possible. You have to check the most common places—a place someone would touch or grab. So it was so smart for them to test that pocket.

Now Paul White and Cleo Hines are both charged with first-degree murder and first-degree robbery. Paul pleads not guilty to the charges. His trial only lasted three days. The jury’s deliberations are quick—just two and a half hours—and they come back with a verdict of guilty on all counts. He’s later sentenced to life in prison without the possibility of parole.

Now Cleo Hines, on the other hand, chose to enter an Alford plea. We’ve talked about this before—it basically means he’s not officially saying he did it, but he acknowledges there is evidence against him, and he doesn’t want to go to trial, so he’ll take an Alford plea.

So Cleo gets a lesser conviction than Paul does because of this. He gets second-degree murder with first-degree robbery. He is sentenced to life in prison with the possibility of parole.

No, I’m surprised he got life in prison. Oh wait, he has a chance to get out, but his sentence is still technically life. Not that I want him to get out, I’m just... it’s just so interesting. We do so many of these cases, and the way the justice system works in each one is so vastly different. It’s kind of frustrating. And I get that every case is different, but it’s wild to me that you’ll have someone in the same situation, same everything—just different judge, different jury, whatever—they get like five years in prison. Then you have another one where it’s life in prison. I mean, we’ve seen co-conspirators get eight years. But I mean, it’s so vastly different sometimes that it’s kind of frustrating, actually.

Now, unfortunately, because of the circumstances surrounding Bob’s death—and this is what I was talking about earlier, and this is something that is just so sad and devastating—on top of someone being a victim of murder, everything about their life gets put on blast.

So these secrets that Bob had, he doesn’t get to take to the grave with him. And that’s something I find difficult to swallow—that sometimes we dig into people’s personal lives in order to find out who killed them.

However, in Bob’s case, none of that even needed to be exposed to learn what really happened that day. I mean, him having this affair, you know, having a man that he was in love with, was a huge part of this case. It was the number one reason Diane was a suspect—just to find out that it had nothing to do with that.

Which is hard because I do get the other side of it—that statistically, it usually is the spouse. Right. So to them, they’re like, “We have to dig.” No, and it’s not wrong. I mean, this is what happens. Most likely, if you dig into someone’s life, you will find the answer, 100%.

However, at the end of the day, Paul and Cleo stole a lot more from Bob than just $300 in his life. They stole Bob’s privacy. That’s something Bob and his family will never really get back.

And that is the murder case of Bob Idman. Dude, he was just working, living his life—awful, trying to make a bunch of money—for $300. His business was struggling, he’s already stressed, and some people come and kill him.

Like, what? I’m glad they’re both serving life in prison, ‘cause that’s absolutely—yeah. Yeah.

Well, and also, you know, the part that’s actually more frustrating to me—it’s not like they shot him and then found out there was only $300. They got the $300 from him and then chose to shoot him.

So they basically confirmed that his life was only worth $300. Just low IQ, absolute horrible individuals.

Yeah, like, that just doesn’t... we don’t need them in this world. I’m going to be honest.

Same. We don’t need them. X them, move on to the next.

These are Garrett’s thoughts and Garrett’s alone.

X them, move on to the next.

All right, you guys, thank you for listening to this week’s episode, and we will see you next time with another one.

I love it.

And I hate it.

Goodbye.

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