The Addiction That Went To Far - The Murder of Ernest and Charlene Scherer

September 29, 2025

Payton and Garrett uncover the story of a California family whose planned trip to Hawaii takes an unsettling turn when the parents suddenly go silent. What follows is a haunting mystery clouded by secrets and unanswered questions.

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Hey everyone, welcome back to the podcast. This is Murder with My Husband. I'm Payton Moreland.

And I'm Garrett Moreland.

And he's the husband.

I'm the husband. Welcome back. Another Monday, another episode. And here we are.

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I don't have anything too crazy for my ten seconds, but there are a lot of mouse traps in our house. Probably around, I don’t know, 50 mouse traps. We had a couple of mice last year—it just is what it is. We're making sure those things don't come back. Sorry. No mice in this house.

We actually have a lot of wasp nests as well, so we're getting that taken care of. Don't worry, they are not bees. They are wasps. I love bees. Bees are good. Wasps are not.

That's kind of all I got for my ten seconds. Nothing too crazy going on. Kind of hanging out, been working bagels like always.

Yeah.

So, on that note, let's get into today's episode. And hope everyone enjoys it.

Our sources for this episode are pleasantweekly.com, sfgate.com, The Cinemaholic, oxygen.com, cbsnews.com, and pokertube.com.

All of us have our escapes—something that takes our mind off the real world and allows us to be somewhere or someone else for a little while. For me, that's Fortnite. For others, it's golf, painting, going out with friends.

Most of the time, those escapes can be a healthy reset—a way to recharge and find some peace, especially in the mundane routines of everyday life. But when you're not careful, some escapes can be all-consuming. They can lead us down a dark path with no way to see the light. And when a person is that far gone, there's usually collateral damage. Sometimes those standing in the blast zone don't even see it coming.

So today we are headed to Pleasanton, California, about a 50-minute drive east from San Francisco. It is the year 2008, and that is where 57-year-old Charlene Abendroth and her husband, 60-year-old Ernest Scherer, are slowing down their lives and getting ready for retirement.

Now, 57-year-old Sherry and 60-year-old Ernie, as their friends called them, met back in the 1970s and actually married in 1976.

People described this couple, Sherry and Ernie, as having big personalities and a lot of energy. Friends said Sherry was well-spoken and well-educated, which made sense considering that she was a respected accounting lecturer at Cal State East Bay for three decades. At the same time in her life, she dedicated a lot of her time to the Mormon church, which she was a member of.

However, Ernie, her husband, was not a Mormon, but he supported Sherry's passion for the church and would often go with her and their kids to church anyways.

Okay.

But Ernie seemed to focus mainly on the kids and work. He actually made good money in the real estate business, and at the same time, he was heavily involved in local politics. He had even become a member of the school board where the couple raised their children in the earlier years before moving to Pleasanton.

Now, as they were older, they were living in a community called Castlewood. It's an exclusive neighborhood with its own country club and golf course, full of basically multi-million-dollar homes.

I was going to say, it sounds nice. Castlewood.

So by 2008, the couple's two children were now grown. Twenty-nine-year-old Ernest Jr.—who everyone called Skip—and his younger sister, Catherine, both had families of their own.

And while Sherry definitely worked hard to instill a lot of Mormon values in her kids, friends and family said they were also a very tight-knit family. Sherry and Ernie were very generous and supportive whenever it came to what the kids wanted to do. Ernie encouraged them to follow their passions, even coached Skip's soccer team and Catherine's basketball team.

Also, this family of four loved to travel together. Sherry was really big into the outdoors. She loved hiking. So the family spent every Memorial Day going to Yosemite and would take lavish vacations for three weeks every summer.

This is something that even continued when the family expanded with spouses and grandchildren. In fact, in March of 2008, the couple was planning to go with their kids, Skip and Catherine, and their families on a big trip to Hawaii. They were locking in last-minute details with a flight out on March 15, 2008.

Okay.

Now, a few days before that, on March 7, Ernie and Sherry went out and met another couple for dinner at the country club's restaurant in their neighborhood. They left around 6:30 p.m. from dinner and headed home, getting into their pajamas, ready to call it an early night.

But the following morning, Catherine called her parents, and there was no answer. So Catherine calls again the day after that, March 9, and there's still no answer or a call back.

The same goes for the following day. And now, their daughter is starting to get worried because this family is due to leave for Hawaii in just a few days, and her parents aren't answering anyone's calls.

Okay. A little strange.

Yeah. So, she calls her brother Skip. She's like, "Hey, have you heard from Mom and Dad?" And Skip says, "No."

So by March 14th, a day before everyone is supposed to leave, with still no answer from Ernie or Sherry, Catherine calls someone over at their local country club. She says, "Hey, can you just drive over to my parents' house and do a wellness check? They're not answering our calls."

So the employee heads over to the house. They knock on the door. No one answers. And then the employee's like, "Well, let me just peek inside the windows." And that's when he sees Ernie lying face down on the floor in a pool of blood.

Oh my gosh. Imagine being that employee, right?

So he looks through the window. He's like, "Oh, okay." So he calls the police, and when they arrive, obviously they find it is not just Ernie. Sherry, his wife, has been killed as well. And both of their bodies had already started the decomposition process, which means they had been dead for a few days now.

Okay.

Investigators realized pretty quickly that the Sheerers were bludgeoned to death in their own home, and then whoever had killed them used a different weapon to slit their throats and their wrists.

Now, Ernie had suffered multiple blunt force trauma wounds to his head, while Sherry had more than 20 wounds to her head.

Holy crap.

Her face was nearly unrecognizable.

Now, I want you to remember, this couple is almost 60.

Yeah.

Okay. Ernie had appeared to fight so hard against his attacker that his wedding ring flew off. However, there was no weapon left behind at the scene, and there also didn't appear to be any signs of forced entry.

But there was one unusual detail at the crime scene that was left by the killer. It was a few sets of bloody shoe prints, but something about them set off alarm bells for detectives right away because they didn’t look natural. It almost looked like someone had methodically placed these bloody shoe prints. They were almost stamped on the tile.

Almost like too perfect.

Yeah. There's no sign of smearing, or like if you're walking, you know.

But police did discover it was a size 12 Nike shoe. And one set actually led to a linen closet that had a collection of decorative swords.

Okay.

So obviously set up.

I mean, I assume.

Police actually, though, quickly ruled out that any of these swords were used in the murders.

Yeah.

However, they did learn later that there was one sword missing from the collection. That's really the only thing that appeared to have been taken from the house.

Now, the home had definitely been sifted through. It was a mess. There were things all over the place, but there wasn't really anything of value missing—including the $750 in Ernie's wallet and the $9,000 in cash that Ernie kept in his bedroom.

And the objects that had been thrown about in the house again almost appeared staged, like things were purposely knocked over but then the thing next to it was still standing, which wouldn't make sense if everything had really been hit.

Like someone intentionally tried to make this look like a break-in robbery when it wasn't.

Which is why police quickly ruled this out and instead wondered, was this someone that the couple knew? Like, there obviously had to be a different motive.

And that's when police learned that Ernie had a little hobby he had picked up over the years, one that helped him unwind and sort of escape daily life. Ernie was a pretty big poker player.

It wasn't anything too serious. The games mostly rotated around some other local dads' homes, other guys he met while coaching Skip's soccer team back in the day. And apparently, he did have a tendency to brag about his winnings and be flashy with his cash from time to time.

In fact, the day police think he died, on March 7th, Ernie had played poker and won the cash that was in his wallet. He had also had a game planned for the night of March 14th—the night he was actually found—which was supposed to be hosted at his house.

Yeah. I was going to say though, I mean, it can't be that much money. Can't be like he's winning hundreds of thousands of dollars. He's just playing with friends.

Yeah.

Yeah. So it would seem… it would seem weird for someone to kill him over, I don't know, $5,000, whatever it might be.

Right.

Actually, the night they were found dead, one of the other poker players showed up to Ernie's house. He hadn’t heard the news about the murders.

That's sad.

And he's like, "Oh my gosh, this place is covered in police. There's police tape."

So investigators began to wonder, "Okay, if the motive wasn't robbery, maybe there was gambling debt or something. Did someone follow him home after that last game?"

Well, it turns out this wasn't the only thing in Ernie's life that might have earned him an enemy.

Earlier, I mentioned how Ernie was on the school board back at his kids' old district in a completely different place. Well, apparently he was not very well liked during his time on the school board. He was kind of the outcast of the group, in a way—one of the outliers who always voted against the majority on things.

In fact, he was apparently so confrontational that he was eventually kicked off the school board in 1990. Some said it was because he refused to negotiate with the teachers’ union when they went on strike. Whether or not that was true, it was something Ernie never let go of. He was bitter about it.

Feeling defeated and embarrassed, he continued to fight the school board on things after being kicked off.

Okay.

And he was scheduling a meeting back then to speak with the local mayor, H. Abram Wilson, about corruption on the school board right before he died.

So he was still involved in this.

That would be wild if he was killed over a school board issue. That would be insane.

Well, that meeting was set to take place that March 2008, but just a few days before that meeting, Ernie was found dead—especially so gruesome. Like, there’s no way. There’s no way.

So, police also wondered if perhaps Ernie had made an enemy through his real estate investment business. They were basically combing through Ernie's life and saying, "Where could he have met someone who wanted to murder him?" Maybe also wondering if he upset someone with his backing of the Republican political party when he was involved in politics. He did financially support some of those candidates.

So for the next few weeks, police followed every single one of these leads—the poker, the politics, the school board, his real estate business—but they didn't turn up a single person of interest.

Which is when investigators started pursuing a new angle, one no one really ever imagined: that maybe Sherry and Ernie's killer was someone much closer to home.

I was just thinking I would not be surprised if, for some reason—don’t know the reason yet—it’s someone in the family.

So, let's talk about Skip, their son, or rather Ernest Scherer III. This is Sherry and Ernie's now 29-year-old son.

At the time of the murders, Ernie Jr. was living with his wife, Robin, who he had met while studying economics at Brigham Young University in Utah. They also had a young son at the time who was about three years old.

Now, growing up, Skip—Ernie Jr.—seemed like a pretty well-rounded kid. He was heavily involved in sports. He was an Eagle Scout. He was an active participant in the Mormon church, thanks to his mother.

But there was one hobby Skip picked up from his dad that kind of put him on the wrong path early on, and that was poker. What started as just a hobby, like his dad, soon actually became a full-time dedication for Skip. He eventually quit his job in the mortgage business to pursue life as a poker player full-time.

Now, of course, everyone in Skip's life was more than a little hesitant about this career change. His mother, Sherry, was particularly vocal about how she did not want him to do this. It felt dangerous.

But Skip did seem to do okay for a while. In one year, he made $100,000 playing poker professionally.

Well, good for him.

He also played in the World Series of Poker. So this was very serious for Skip. He was even traveling around the country, playing in tournaments. But that obviously meant leaving his wife Robin and their young son behind, where they had moved to California, a lot.

Now, playing poker isn’t grounds to think someone’s a murderer, obviously.

Yeah.

So police didn’t exactly see this as a red flag when they were looking into him. But they did find Skip's behavior suspicious after the murders.

Apparently, when his sister called him that day to say, "Hey, I know you said you hadn't heard from Mom and Dad. Well, I sent someone over to the house to check on them, and they were murdered," apparently, according to his sister, he acted a bit strange. He sort of paused and then said, "Oh no, what are we going to do now?"

Oh. Oh no. What are we going to do?

Obviously, he might be in shock.

So… no, that's wild. That’s wild behavior, right?

Take it with a grain of salt. Odd, but it didn’t end there.

Less than 24 hours after the murders, Skip was asking to get inside of his parents' home—the crime scene—so he could find their will. And then, that same evening, instead of mourning his parents with his family, Skip actually went to San Francisco to have a very expensive meal at a fancy restaurant.

So he’s like, "Oh yeah, let’s go out to eat."

The whole thing is pretty alarming to police, not to mention everyone else in the family. Pretty much everyone they had looked into so far in the family had solid alibis—except for Skip.

He said at the time of the murders, he was at his house in Brea, California, which is about seven hours away from his parents' home. He's like, "No, I was way far away, fast asleep." And his wife Robin was actually away visiting family with their son.

So, he wasn't asleep in bed with his wife who could vouch for him. He was asleep alone at his house.

So, four days after the murders, police decide to bring Skip in for questioning. He seems pretty cooperative, happy to answer their questions. He even offers to let them look at his cell and credit card data so they can see his movements.

Problem is, there's a big 17-hour gap of time where there is absolutely no activity on any of his accounts or his cell phone.

Seventeen hours.

A 17-hour window that the police believe actually matches the time his parents were murdered.

Still trying to figure out—I mean, I know we'll get to it—like why. He's got to be in some gambling debt or something. There's… it's got to be something around that.

Has to be.

Murder your parents… murdering your parents to pay for gambling debt. One of the craziest things. I mean, every episode we do is crazy, but murdering your parents has got to be up there as just downright evil.

I think we've covered a couple other cases where kids…

Yeah.

Kids have murdered their parents. It always shocks me. It's mind-blowing that you could do that.

So despite all of this, police still let Skip go that day and they're like, "We're just going to keep looking into him."

Meanwhile, other people are starting to notice Skip's odd behavior around this time. For example, at the funeral, Skip was one of the pallbearers, so he was carrying one of the caskets. And despite that, he doesn't show any emotion during the ceremony.

And while that's happening, police end up finding something else that proves Skip might not be the person everyone thinks he is. Because apparently, he's not just playing poker when he goes out of town. He's also having multiple extramarital affairs.

Okay.

They're not just one-night stands. Like…

No, he has women in different cities that he plays poker in that he's having full-blown relationships with.

Oh gosh.

Okay. So it turns out two years prior, back in 2006, Skip had met a woman named Adrien Solomon while they were both in Vegas. Adrien was visiting from North Carolina and was there on a business trip when she sat down at a craps table next to Skip.

Now, noticing that he didn't have a wedding ring on his finger—despite the fact he was married at the time—Adrien entertained the flirtatious conversation, and the two ended up spending the next few days together.

When Adrien went back to North Carolina, the two stayed in touch, often meeting back up in Vegas whenever Skip was going there to play poker. She claimed Skip never mentioned he had a wife or a son. And it was certainly alluring that he was getting all kinds of comped rooms and perks at the casino for being a professional poker player.

But things get even more serious from there. They start talking about a future together. Skip even took her to Tiffany’s to look at engagement rings.

Tiffany’s.

And keep in mind, she says she had no idea he was already married. They began taking exotic vacations where they would be away for weeks at a time.

Holy crap, dude.

Now eventually, Adrien began noticing things about Skip that did seem like red flags the more time she spent with him. When they started dating, his betting was small—50 or 75 bucks. But as time went on, she watched him betting more and losing more. $500 a bet. And that just didn’t sit right with Adrien.

I'm not totally sure how their love story came to an end, but I do know eventually Skip moved on to another woman, including someone named Pamela Nichols, who he also met in Vegas—although this time through Craigslist.

In fact, she was about to go on her third date with Skip the night his parents were found. He had called her to say his parents’ bodies were just found after a violent break-in, and he needed to cancel their dinner.

Okay.

Pamela thought this was strange because Skip didn’t sound that upset that his parents were murdered.

Also, Craigslist, come on.

And she wondered why he was so worried about canceling their dinner when his parents had just died.

What police later learned was that, like I had just said, Skip had called Pamela before he had even called his own wife Robin to tell her about his parents.

No. This guy… this guy murdered his parents.

Apparently, Robin was actually pretty in the dark about her husband's secret affairs, believing every time he left it was to go to poker tournaments.

Oh man, dude.

It wasn’t until police actually informed her of this that she learned Skip had been hiding a lot of things during their marriage—secret credit cards, P.O. boxes. He was even sometimes going by an alternate identity: Bill Franks.

Bro, how could you… being this betrayed? I don't know how you could ever trust someone again. That would be so hard.

Like that. There are so many layers to that. I can’t even imagine.

So, detectives start digging deeper into Skip's finances once they learn about this secret life he's been living—because they're looking for a motive. And this is what they learn.
Skip had recently borrowed about $600,000 from his dad to help pay for a new house.

Okay. Well, $600,000 for the new house, some gambling debts, and expensive gifts for his side girlfriends he was love-bombing.

Now, his wife Robin knew about the loan. She said the plan was to pay her in-laws back close to $4,000 every month until they could settle up. And while Ernie Sr. was happy to hand over the money, Sherry felt differently. She already hated that Skip had quit his stable job to play poker, and she felt like her husband giving him the loan was just enabling him.

Yeah, I feel like… I don’t know if I could. That’s a lot of money to borrow, first of all. $600,000 is a ton of money, and borrowing it from your parents would be hard. Like, I don’t know—family and money just don’t mix well.

Sherry was very, very vocal about her disdain for Skip’s current profession. He was aware of it, but it didn’t seem like the loan actually helped him much, because when police looked into Skip’s current finances, they found that he owed more than $40,000 in credit card debt and $90,000 in gambling debt.

But what did he do with all the money?

Robin also told police that they were having a hard time making ends meet, which means Skip probably had spent the entirety of the loan.

Yeah, I bet you the majority of it just wasted away gambling.

Now then, 2008 rolls along. The housing market starts to take a downturn. Suddenly Skip’s parents want their money back—because if you remember, Skip’s father is in real estate. And police suspected that’s when Skip panicked. And maybe that’s when he began looking for an alternate solution.

Why so brutal, though? Like why the way he did it? The brutality doesn’t make sense. I can comprehend the motive behind, like, the killing part, but the way he did it—that part I don’t comprehend.

There must have been a lot of anger. Like, what’s going on?

So police look to see if there’s anything besides getting out of debt that he could gain from killing his parents. And they discover that in the will Skip was looking for, there was a line that said Skip would get $2 million in the event of his parents’ death.

Wow.

This is a payout that wouldn’t be given to him until he turned 30, which at this point is just a few months away. So now the police have motive to get out of debt and motive to make money.

But the evidence itself is mostly circumstantial. That was until about a week after the murders, when they found some surveillance footage that kicked the investigation into high gear.

So the country club in the Sheerers’ community had plenty of security cameras, and there was one that actually pointed out towards the street leading to their home.

So police get this footage, and after hours of watching it, they spot a red convertible with a black soft top entering the community around 8:27 p.m. on March 7th. This is the night the couple was killed. And then it left that street four hours later.

And do you know who owns a red convertible Camaro?

Yeah, I do.

Skip. Which is why the police go scrambling at this point to get a search warrant for that vehicle. Because they’re like, if he killed them and then got in the vehicle, maybe there’s blood or evidence or something.

They get the search warrant. They go through the vehicle and they find nothing—because Skip had cleaned it thoroughly a day or two after the murders.

Wow.

And remember how I mentioned Skip had given the police his phone to look at the data and that there was 17 hours of time that nothing happened on it? He deleted a bunch of stuff.

Well, police made the drive from the Sheerers’ back to Ernie’s house in Brea. Now, it’s both California, but it is very far away. They left at the exact same time that his car pulled out, and they found Skip’s phone turned back on at exactly the amount of time it took for the police to make that drive back to his house.

Dedication to make that drive, ’cause that sucks.

But there was one other detail that police were looking for. If you recall, at the crime scene, there were those footprints that belonged to a size 12 Nike shoe. Skip is a size 10.

Yeah. I mean, that was obviously planted and fake.

Again, police don’t believe these footprints, so they wonder, did Skip buy a pair of size 12 shoes and then purposely stamp these? Especially because they led to that linen closet.

And that’s where Skip may have made his biggest mistake in these murders. Who would know that there was a linen closet full of swords in the house? And the footprints led directly there.

Yeah, that’s true. That’s true.

Apparently, right after the crimes were committed, Skip actually told his wife, Robin, something pretty interesting. He muttered to her that one of the swords was missing from his parents’ closet.

How could he possibly have known that?

Mhm.

Unless he was the one who took it. Granted, this is all circumstantial evidence, right? Nothing concrete.

Not saying he didn’t do it—’cause I mean, obviously I think he did it—but just thinking of the court and the jury. This is all circumstantial.

So police do feel like they have enough circumstantial evidence to zero in on Skip, make him their prime suspect. There’s just one little problem: Skip has skipped town. Just days after his parents’ funeral, Skip had gotten in a car, left his wife and child behind, and went on a cross-country road trip.

So I wonder, people like this—are they, like, trying to… um, diagnose them? Which I don’t have a degree to do that, so warning. Like, I wouldn’t necessarily consider him a psychopath. I don’t know, you know, ’cause… but like, who does that? Who just goes, “I don’t care about my wife and family. I don’t care about my kids. I kill my parents.” At what point are you a psychopath?

Like, that seems like it should almost classify as—

I mean, I wouldn’t go as far as to say he’s a psychopath, but I think… I’m not going to diagnose anything. But it’s definitely a far step away from a normal person who gets himself in a bad situation, is very hurt, has a lot of trauma, and then ends up murdering someone for a motive. You know what I mean?

You kill your own parents? Like, we’re past that. That’s all the lying, the secret life, the multiple women, the debt. It’s insanity.

It’s definitely a little heartless and emotionless.

Mhm.

So, he tells his wife, “I need to go on this cross-country trip to grieve.” But he didn’t take his red Camaro. He took his dad’s car. And he isn’t shy about saying where he is, because he’s posting Craigslist ads along the way.

Dude, this guy and Craigslist.

I don’t know why he’s so dumb to think that the cops haven’t found out that he used Craigslist before. So they’re obviously following this. He’s looking to meet up with women whenever he stops on this road trip.

Now, luckily, the police do have a little extra help from someone—and it’s Skip’s wife, Robin. At this point, she’s actually just as convinced as the police that her husband killed his own parents. She wants nothing more than to get him in handcuffs and away from her child.

So she agrees to let the police record her phone calls with Skip and read the emails they’re sending, as she pretends to be the supportive wife still.

By mid-April, police tell the rest of the Sheerer family, including Skip’s sister, that Skip is their number one suspect. And it might be best if even the sister goes into hiding for a bit—with him on the run, who knows what he’s capable of if he feels like police are zeroing in.

And even Robin was afraid that he would find out she was working with police until Skip was caught. Those close to him were kind of living in fear.

Meanwhile, Robin kept playing the role of the concerned wife as she checked in on her husband. But one particular call felt like the nail in the coffin.

During one recorded conversation, Robin told Skip that the police told her they had a video of his car leaving his parents’ neighborhood the night of the murder. And she’s like, “This isn’t good, because you told me and the police that you were home, hours and hours away the night of the murder.”

And then he says, “Robin, did you watch the video? Could you see my face in the car?”

Oh my gosh.

And Robin lies and says, “Yes, I watched it. Your face. It’s you. It’s you in the car.”

Yeah. Smart. That’s smart.

He takes a long pause at this point and then says, “What else do you know about the video?” And with the cops listening in, they now know this means that Skip’s guilty.

Yeah.

So finally, after months of gathering evidence and listening in on the calls, police feel like it’s enough to make an arrest—because of how he responded to his wife on the phone.

Insane, dude. Insane.

On February 23, 2009, 11 months after the murders, Skip was arrested in Las Vegas at an apartment he had been sharing with a new girlfriend.

Skip’s trial was set for January 4, 2011. But during that time, prosecutors were still trying to compile evidence against him. And they found something that was more than just circumstantial.

When looking back over the crime scene photos, they noticed a bloody warranty card for a Nike baseball bat. So they began looking at Nike stores in the areas where Skip had been in the days before the murder, including one in Primm, Nevada. And they found that on March 7th, the day his parents died, Skip bought a brand new baseball bat.

Oh my gosh.

And a pair of size 12 shoes. And a pair of soccer gloves from that Nike store.

And by the way, that baseball bat—it was believed to be used in the murders to bludgeon the Sheerers before they were stabbed. It also finally explained those size 12 shoes and confirmed the police’s theory that the perpetrator had used these to plant evidence and try to throw the police off their scent.

So, when the date of Skip’s trial finally arrived, the prosecution was feeling good about their case. And here’s kind of the quick rundown of what they said at trial.

They believe that Skip drove back from Nevada on March 7th and went straight to his parents' home around 8:00 p.m. This is obviously after buying that bat, the shoes, the gloves. And then, there on the lower level of his parents' home, he went to confront his mother about her issues with his profession and the debt they now wanted him to suddenly repay.

And according to the prosecution, this turns violent. She goes upstairs in an attempt to flee, but he gets to her. He chases her up the stairs. On the top stair, he attacks her. And then he approaches his father, hitting him six times with the bat before grabbing that sword from the linen closet to inflict the stab wounds on each of his parents.

You’ve got to be so, so messed up to do that to two people who raised you.

Well, also, it’s like—sure, an argument might have turned into murder, but I think he instigated that argument. He was planning to murder, considering the stuff he bought before. It’s still first-degree murder, even though they’re saying the argument led to it.

Yeah.

At 12:42 a.m., Skip got back into his red car, drove home to Brea, and turned his cell phone back on at 6:36 a.m. when he arrived.

However, when it came time for the defense’s case, they had something interesting to present to the jury. They said there was DNA at the crime scene inside one of the bloody shoe prints that didn’t match Skip’s DNA. And I will say this was quickly disputed by the prosecution, who argued the DNA sample likely came from one of the first responders who came to the scene and checked on the parents—not a different suspect.

Regardless, it takes three whole months to lay out the case for the jury, but they only needed 11 hours to deliberate. In the end, Skip was found guilty of two counts of first-degree murder, two counts of murder for financial gain, and one count for committing multiple murders. He was given two consecutive life sentences without the possibility of parole.

While Skip was awaiting trial, Robin had actually divorced him. In 2016, he tried to appeal his conviction.

It’s a joke, dude. What a—I think that’s such a joke when murderers that obviously murdered someone are like, “I didn’t do it. I’m going to appeal.”

Yeah, he was denied.

How embarrassing.

He’s actually now incarcerated at the High Desert State Prison in Susanville, California.

And as for his sister Catherine, she actually seems to have suffered the most in all of this.

Poor girl.

During her brother’s sentencing hearing, she said, “The murder of my parents has effectively left me without an immediate family. Dreams were lost, promises were broken. Our lives will never be the same.”

She said her daughter has since been diagnosed with reactive detachment disorder as a result of the crimes and the aftermath. Her husband had to quit his job to take care of the kids while Catherine dealt with the trial and everything regarding her parents’ estate.

Yeah.

And even with Skip behind bars, their life has been difficult to put back together—because her brother murdered her parents.

Yeah.

And all because of a hobby that maybe was supposed to be a temporary escape, one that he bonded with his dad over.

Money, man. Money is…

Yeah.

It ended up becoming a lifetime of irreparable damage for so many more.

And that is the case of Ernest Scherer and Charlene Abendroth.

That’s crazy. To murder your own parents.

I just cannot. That’s horrible.

All right, you guys. That was our episode for this week, and we will see you next time with another one.

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