The Deadly Friend - The Murder of Steven B Williams

October 6, 2025

On this episode, Payton and Garrett dive into the chilling case of a beloved radio host whose friendship with a charming investor aboard a luxury yacht takes a deadly turn, ending in betrayal, greed, and murder on the open sea.

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Hi everybody, 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.

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Yeah. But it’s okay. We all understood, man.

Long day.

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Hope you guys are all doing good. Payton and I are actually going to a hockey game after we record. Pretty excited—hockey season is starting.

It’s October! It is officially October, and we forgot to put our skeleton up.

We did forget to put our skeleton up. Happy October!

Spooky.

It’s creepy. What else?

Amazing month. Merry October, everyone.

It is a pretty amazing month. We have our house decorated already, got spooky stuff everywhere. We are ready to go.

Yeah. I hope everyone’s doing good. We’re going to kind of hop into today’s case.

I will say really quick that I’m officially going to be opening a bagel store. It’ll be early next year—stay tuned. I’ll keep you updated. I won’t mention it too much more other than that. I have a lot of work to do.

And low-key, I’ve just been getting bagel after bagel, and they’re so good.

True. P’s been eating a lot of bagels. I was meditating and you came in and just waved one over my nose.

I know. It’s like drugs in our house now—there are bagels everywhere.

So good.

Bagels, bagels, bagels.

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Our sources for this episode are crimelib.com, presstelegram.com, distractify.com, ilipedia.com, dailybreeze.com, denverpost.com, ocweekly.com, oxygen.com, cbsnews.com, thecatalinaislander.com, thecinemaholic.com, and Dateline.

There’s one thing about being an adult that I’ve learned—and that is how much harder it is to make strong, meaningful friendships as we get older.

When you think back to childhood, you’re just so open and willing to let people into your life. It’s so easy to just walk up to someone in a classroom or on a playground and play with them, building a friendship right then and there.

But as we reach adulthood, that sort of fades. And is it because by that point, many of us have already established our group of friends—our core community that we already feel comfortable with?

Or is it because our time becomes more valuable and we want to spend it with those we already care about, and less on getting to know new people?

Or is it because our perspective of the world has changed—our trust in others is more fragile than it was when we were younger?

I thought you were going to say life’s expensive.

Why does that make you not have friends?

No, I’m just saying as I’ve gotten older, I feel like I’ve realized it is. Like when I turned into an adult, I was like, “Oh my gosh.”

Yeah. World’s expensive.

Yeah. I’m definitely one of those adults who’s like, “This is a scam. We should reverse and be kids forever. Live it up while you can.”

I do think though, despite all the reasons, there are certain things that happen that should lead you to be more careful about the new people you let into your life.

Because when someone is so eager to be your friend, there’s usually a good reason why—and sometimes, like in today’s story, that reason can be deadly.

So, let’s take a trip to Denver, Colorado, where we start today’s case.

We’re actually back in the 1980s, and there’s a man named Steven B. Williams who’s dominating the local radio waves in Denver. If you were in Denver at the time, you might remember his morning show on KPK Radio called Steven B and the Hawk.

The show was a pretty huge hit and was said to pave the way for a lot of morning radio talk shows. Steven really did have the voice and personality to lure in listeners—he had this charm about him. His deep, soothing voice earned him the nickname “The Voice of the Rockies.”

But Denver wasn’t exactly where Steven saw himself being forever.

Born on May 14, 1947, Steven’s dad was in the U.S. Air Force, and he grew up presumably on a base in Hawaii. When his father finally retired in 1963, Steven’s parents and older sister, Jan, moved to Corona Del Mar, California.

It’s a nice area, by the way.

Very nice area.

But despite the fact that his parents and sister moved to California, 16-year-old Steven decided to actually stay in Hawaii.

From a very early age, Steven knew that he wanted to be a radio DJ and even got a job at a popular radio station in Honolulu in the early 1970s when he was around twenty-some years old.

So after finding some success there, Steven went on to work at several more radio stations, including one in San Francisco. Then he was offered a great opportunity to join the team in Denver—that’s when he moved there around 1980.

It’s pretty funny because that job doesn’t really exist anymore. I mean, it does to an extent, but not how it used to.

Growing up, the local radio DJs or talk show hosts were like celebrities—local celebrities. Now, social media has kind of taken over.

Well, and kids just don’t really listen to the radio or follow DJs anymore. I mean, there are DJs on TikTok or in clubs—it’s just changed quite a bit.

Yeah. But our story is obviously in 1980, so it’s popping off.

The president of the Denver radio company was extremely impressed by Steven. He specifically talked about how grounded Steven stayed in the midst of local fame, saying, “Sometimes egos grow with ratings, but not Steven. He and Don Hawkins were the market leaders, but he was a good guy.”

Unfortunately, Steven couldn’t ride that wave of fame and success in Denver forever. Around the turn of the millennium, he was laid off from the radio station. But instead of getting the same job somewhere else, Steven decided to change career paths and follow a different passion of his—winemaking.

He moved to the Napa Valley area and began working at a winery.

Okay.

And he also started going to culinary school. Though the winery was a huge pay cut for Steven, he really didn’t seem to mind. Cooking and wine had always been a huge part of his life, and he was happy being out in the fields with a hose, lugging buckets of grapes down to the cellar. For a while, this was his happy place.

Unfortunately, life didn’t allow him this pleasure for very long.

In 2001, Steven’s father got very sick, so Steven moved back to Corona Del Mar, California, to help take care of him. That was where Steven stayed for the next two years.

Finally, in 2003, Steven’s father’s health became irreparable. He passed away that year, but he didn’t leave Steven and his sister with nothing.

By that point, Steven’s father had amassed a $2.44 million estate, including his million-dollar home, which he left to Steven and his sister Jan to split after his death.

And I will say, I don’t think you could find anything close to a million-dollar home in Corona Del Mar these days.

No way.

I’d say the average home in CDM these days is probably three to four million. A nice home is going to be eight to ten million.

It’s definitely one of the nice suburbs next to the ocean.

It’s right next to Newport Beach—sometimes technically considered part of Newport. It’s crazy how much has changed.

So, his father leaves this money to Steven and his sister Jan. The problem was, Steven was pretty overwhelmed by it. He had never been great at managing his finances, and now he had more money than he knew what to do with. Taxes, bills, savings, and investments were not Steven’s strong suit.

But thankfully, he found some relief in September of 2003 when he reunited with an old friend. Steven had invited this friend over to his house for what seemed like dinner one night, and that guy brought along another friend—a man named Harvey Morrow.

One of the first things Harvey noticed when he stepped into Steven’s house was all the open bills and paperwork scattered about. It seemed clear that whatever Steven’s financial situation was at this point in his life, he was in over his head.

Over dinner that night, the three men got to talking, and Harvey mentioned that he had been in the investment banking business. He said he was a retired Wall Street executive, had made quite a bit of money from stocks, and even at one point had a job importing luxury cars from Canada.

Harvey had actually gotten divorced several years back but remarried a woman named Debbie in 2000. They had been living in a beautiful lakeside home in Texas but had recently relocated to Los Angeles, which was not very far from where Steven was living now.

They’d flipped that investment into a 75-foot luxury sailboat that they now had docked out in San Pedro, California—about 45 minutes away.

Seventy-five feet? That’s big.

Yeah.

So Harvey is telling Steven all about this, saying that he and his wife Debbie’s plan was to get the boat fixed up a bit and then one day travel the world. Steven thought this was one of the coolest ideas he’d ever heard.

At the time, Steven was kind of unsure what the next chapter of his life would be. With radio behind him, no longer needing to care for his father, and with this new lump of cash, the world was pretty much Steven’s oyster. And he told Harvey that.

At some point, Harvey joked about Steven going along with them on this boat to travel the world as their own private chef, and Steven seemed to think it was actually a good idea.

So from there, Steven and Harvey became fast friends and began spending more and more time together. Steven started taking more cooking classes while he and Harvey split their time between staying at Steven’s house and working on the boat, tirelessly getting it ready for the sea.

The additions they made were pretty lavish—teak floors, new masts, state-of-the-art electronics, a new GPS system, and internet access. These updates continued for the next few years as their friendship blossomed over fixing up the boat. Before long, they were mapping out their route for the trip.

One version was to travel north and spend the summer in Alaska before moving down and heading toward the Caribbean for winter. Meanwhile, the two grew closer and closer, spending more and more time together.

But for Steven, it might have been more than just a friendship. Apparently, Steven was gay, though not many people knew about that. Whether or not there was anything more to their relationship than the promise of him being the chef on this adventure isn’t clear. People say there’s no evidence it was romantic between the two, but others felt it was kind of strange that he was willing to third-wheel on this boat for so long. Still, it could explain why Steven felt so connected to Harvey—and why he trusted his new friend with managing his finances, too.

As I said, Steven was the first to admit he was bad with money. One friend even mentioned that there was a time when Steven would just forget to file his taxes for years at a time. So imagine how overwhelmed he must have felt trying to figure out how to handle his father’s estate after his death.

Thankfully, Harvey was a pro at that. He offered to help Steven set up a trust fund where he could stash away that $2 million inheritance. Harvey helped him set up an account and promised to manage it.

And after that… oh no.

Issues started to arise between Steven and Harvey—but not over the account. The issues were because, by 2006, Steven was ready to kick off the boat trip as the chef. It had been nearly three years of him helping Harvey work on this boat and looking forward to the adventure. But every time he mentioned taking the boat out, there was always something else that “needed” to be done.

According to friends, Harvey always had an excuse for why they weren’t ready to go quite yet. Understandably, Steven grew frustrated. He had put his life on hold for three years to help fix this boat and prepare for the journey—that was his plan.

Then, around April 2006, Steven told his older sister Jan something odd. He said someone had gotten into the trunk of his car and stolen his passport and his laptop, which was alarming for two reasons.

Shoot. Dude, getting your passport stolen would be thirty, fifty times worse than getting your license stolen.

And this was even worse for him because he was already antsy to get on this trip, and now it was going to delay travel even further. And second, there were important business documents on that laptop—sensitive information about his accounts that held all his money.

Still, that didn’t stop Steven from wanting to take the boat out that May. He told a friend at the beginning of the month that he was planning on going to Catalina Island for the weekend. It’s about twenty-two miles off the coast of Los Angeles.

And this wasn’t weird for Steven—he’d been working on this boat for three years. It made sense that he’d want to take it for a short trip.

On Thursday, May 4, 2006, another boat owner saw Steven getting on board Harvey’s boat at the marina. But after that—May 4, 2006—Steven seemed to go radio silent.

Luckily, Steven had a lot of close friends who grew worried several days later, including his friend Leo Rossi. Leo and Steven spoke almost every single day, so when three days went by with no word from Steven, Leo panicked.

He called Steven, left five or six voicemails, but still didn’t hear back. So he called another friend, who then called Harvey.

Harvey told this friend, “Oh yeah, Steven was planning on taking a trip back to Hawaii for a bit to blow off some steam.”

When that friend relayed the message back to the others, they said, “There’s no way that’s true.”

Because Steven had talked about going back to Hawaii before and said he wasn’t interested—he didn’t really want to go back.

But when they said this to Harvey, like, “Hey, dude, he didn’t want to go to Hawaii,” Harvey doubled down and insisted, “No, he changed his mind and made the trip back. He’ll probably be home in a couple weeks.”

A couple. Okay.

However, Leo — his friend who was initially really worried about him — still wasn’t buying it. Especially when another friend told him, “Oh, Harvey told me that Steven went to Mexico, not Hawaii.”

What? That’s crazy.

I mean, we obviously know where this is going. That’s crazy — he’s trying to cover it up and can’t even keep his story straight.

Why would you say that? You forget your lies, idiot.

So Leo’s like, “That’s it. I’m filing a missing person’s report. I’m not taking Harvey’s word that he’s in Hawaii.”

And so, around Steven’s fifty-ninth birthday on May 14, he gets a missing person’s report filed on his behalf.

Now, cut to four days later — May 18, 2006. The sheriff’s deputy on Catalina Island gets a call from the U.S. Coast Guard.

A boater was out in the channel between Catalina and the mainland near Los Angeles when they spotted a bunch of seagulls circling a floating object out in the water.

And when they got closer, they realized it was a human body floating face down.

Once police were able to get out there and bring the body onto a boat, they noticed a few things. One, the body seemed to be male, though it was hard to say for sure. The decomposition and time spent in the water had made it nearly impossible to identify.

The person was wearing a green fleece tracksuit, gloves, and expensive deck shoes. But the most telling part was that there were already barnacles stuck to the bottom of the shoes.

Now, for barnacles to grow like that, the body must have been out in the water for at least five to fifteen days.

Unfortunately, there was no identification on the body. At first, police suspected this might have been someone who was out working on their boat and accidentally fell into the water and drowned.

But when the body was transported to the morgue, the autopsy told a different story.

For starters, this wasn’t someone who fell off a boat and drowned — there was a bullet hole in the John Doe’s head.

And when they removed the gloves from the John Doe’s hands, they noticed this person happened to be missing three fingers that looked surgically removed prior to death.

Now, I haven’t told you this yet, but back in high school, Steven had lost three of his fingers in a woodworking accident.

Got it.

Okay. So now our John Doe is missing three fingers — and Steven, who is currently missing, is also missing three fingers.

All right.

Knowing all of this, police realized they likely had a homicide investigation on their hands. They started going through missing person’s reports and came across the one Leo Rossi had filed about his friend Steven B. Williams four days earlier — which matched the timeline suggested by the barnacles, that the victim had been in the water for five to fifteen days.

So they got in touch with Leo and asked, “Hey, are there any features that could help us identify Steven if we find him?”

And he said, “Oh yeah — he’s actually missing three fingers from a woodworking accident he had.”

And suddenly, John Doe number 88 was given a name. He was identified as fifty-nine-year-old former DJ Steven B. Williams.

It’s crazy — I mean, I know where this is headed. I’m sure you guys all do, right? It’s wild to me how many cases we do that involve money.

Mhm.

Like, it’s mind-blowing how much money plays a role in — I mean, everything. Even at the beginning of the case, right? I said life’s expensive. Money plays a huge role in so many aspects of life.

Mhm.

To be honest, I don’t have exact data on this, but from all the cases I’ve researched, it seems like money is one of the top motives police look into immediately. They always check out the victim’s financial situation to see if there’s any motive involving money that could have caused this.

It’s similar to a love triangle — police immediately look for these things. Whether someone had a lot of money, owed someone money… money plays a role.

I’d say at this point, seventy-five to eighty percent of the time in these cases—

Bro’s always throwing out statistics.

I made that statistic up, but it sounds pretty good, so we’re gonna keep going with it.

So obviously they’re like, “Yeah, Leo, this is definitely your friend Steven’s body that we found in the water. Do you know anything?”

And Leo’s like, “Oh, let me tell you about this guy, Harvey, who Steven was supposedly last seen with — getting onto his boat — and now he’s telling different people different stories.”

So that’s one of the first places detectives go.

On May 25, 2006, about a week after Steven’s body was found, police got a warrant to search and seize Harvey’s boat in the San Pedro Marina.

Only Harvey wasn’t there — and he didn’t even know about the search until a contractor named Greg Leano called him and said, “Hey dude, the police are on your boat.”

When the contractor talked to Harvey, he didn’t seem too concerned. However, Harvey did show up shortly after that phone call, around 10 a.m., to watch police search his boat.

Now, the dock master and the marina office manager later told detectives, “Oh yeah, we saw him come by, but he didn’t ask a single question or say anything about why you guys were there on his boat. He just watched you for a little bit and then disappeared.”

Police were like, he had no questions as to why we were searching his boat? That’s insane.

But on board the vessel, there wasn’t a whole lot to go off of. For example, detectives found an operating manual for an expensive portable GPS system — only that GPS system itself was nowhere to be found. When they turned on the main GPS that had been installed inside the cabin, they realized it had never even been used.

Other than that, there were no signs of a struggle on board, no hint of a murder weapon, and not a drop of blood from what they could tell.

But police did speak to a witness — the same guy who had actually called Harvey to tell him that police were searching his boat, Greg Leano.

Greg had been doing some work on the boat the night before it was searched, which was why he was even there. Afterward, Harvey asked if he wanted to grab some dinner and drinks, then offered to let Greg spend the night on the boat rather than drive home.

Greg said Harvey was adamant that he sleep in Steven’s designated cabin. But after dinner, seeing the police search the boat, and noticing how Harvey was acting throughout the whole situation, Greg started to get a bad feeling.

He noticed that Steven’s room on the boat was practically sterilized — and he’d been working on that boat with them for a while. This wasn’t how Steven normally kept his cabin.

When Greg asked Harvey where Steven was, Harvey said, “Yeah, he actually went to Hawaii because we called off our big sailing trip.”

So this is what was going on with Greg as police continued to look into Steven’s disappearance. They eventually got to the point of going through Steven’s cell phone records.

Those showed that on the afternoon of May 4, Harvey and Steven had called each other back and forth a few times. Steven’s phone last pinged that same day in the area of Catalina Island — and after that, the calls between Steven and Harvey stopped completely.

Obviously, none of this looked good for Harvey. The day Steven went missing — before anyone even knew he was missing — he just stopped calling his friend. And then there were the mixed stories about Hawaii and Mexico. How do you explain that? It’s just not going to happen.

But police still didn’t have any actual physical evidence of murder. So they started digging into Harvey’s background to see if he had the means and motive to kill his friend, Steven Williams.

It didn’t take long for them to realize that Harvey Morrow did have a past — and he kind of seemed like a master manipulator.

Turns out, while Steven was ramping up his DJ career in the 1980s over in Colorado, Harvey was in Florida. And he wasn’t importing luxury cars or working on Wall Street like he had claimed. He was operating an investment scam, selling back stocks.

When the U.S. Attorney’s Office found out about the scam, they charged his company with corruption. Surprisingly, all the senior staffers were caught and hit with charges — except for Harvey. He ran off to Colorado and kept his head down for eight years while the statute of limitations expired on the case.

Okay.

There, he married a lawyer named Deborah — not to be confused with his new, current wife, Debbie.

Also, how ironic that he was in trouble with the law and then married a lawyer.

Right?

With Deborah, he had a few kids. He also got a huge house, a couple of Mercedes, nine motorcycles, and an expensive wardrobe. Harvey again told everyone he was an investment banker, when in reality, he was working as a human resources officer.

Eventually, things fell apart between Deborah and Harvey, and he didn’t take it well. In response, he lit one of her dresses on fire and was convicted of arson in 1996.

That’s when Harvey moved to Texas and met his new wife, Debbie. The two married in 2000 and eventually moved to Los Angeles in 2003, where they bought a brand-new boat and began outfitting it with state-of-the-art technology.

And it was around that time that they were introduced to Steven Williams.

Where’s all this money coming from?

So, in the weeks before Steven’s death, Harvey had actually called his ex-wife Deborah to say that he was having a hard time making ends meet and needed to lower the child support payments he’d been paying for a while. Which is interesting, considering that at the same time, he was dumping more and more money into his boat.

Here’s the thing though — remember, Steven was terrible with his finances, to the point that Harvey was managing them.

Only Harvey didn’t take the money and put it into a trust like he said he would. He moved the money into an offshore account in the British Virgin Islands and was withdrawing it in small increments — using it for himself.
Harvey probably told Steven the withdrawals were for stock investments. He definitely told him it was the best way to save on taxes. But when Steven lost access to his account completely, alarm bells started to sound.

And what’s even worse — that money belonged to Steven’s sister, Jan, as well. The two were supposed to be splitting it, and Jan trusted Steven and Harvey to manage all the money together.

Steven had nothing in writing to show for it. There was no paperwork, no documentation — nothing to prove that he had given Harvey his money or that Harvey was acting as his financial adviser.

Instead, the money slowly trickled out of that account and into renovations for the boat — renovations Steven had no idea he was paying for.

Meanwhile, Jan, who was apparently living with a disability at the time, was evicted from her townhouse for not being able to pay her rent.

Oh my gosh.

Then she was thrown out of another apartment, found herself unhoused, and eventually moved in with friends in Tennessee.

Steven also confided to a friend that he no longer had a dime to his name. He was having a hard time paying for meals at restaurants and even buying himself groceries because he no longer had access to his inheritance — it was all locked up in this account.

Oh my gosh, that’s horrible.

When his friend offered to give Steven a loan back in April — a month before his death — Steven actually declined. He said, “Uh-uh, I’m approaching Harvey. I’m going to confront him about this and get my money back.”

Steven’s friend begged him not to do it. She said, “If you are going to do it, please do it in a public place.” She just had a sense that the whole thing was weird — that Harvey had locked Steven’s account, Steven didn’t have access to his own money, and Harvey was just giving him the runaround.

But Steven didn’t take the advice — and that was the last time she ever saw him.

Which is why police started to suspect that maybe Steven confronted Harvey about the money on the boat that day. Maybe the two started arguing. Maybe Steven asked where all the money was and if it was even there — and Harvey responded by shooting him in the head.

Okay.

The problem was, there was zero evidence tying Harvey to the murder. Sure, he had a history of being a con man and a strong motive, but he didn’t have any history of violence — and everything they had so far was circumstantial.

Still, knowing that Harvey was managing Steven’s funds and stealing them was enough to file the case with the DA. Except for one big issue — Harvey Morrow was now on the run.

Immediately after seeing the police on his boat that May, Harvey took off — leaving L.A. and his wife behind.

After speaking with some of Harvey’s connections, investigators were worried he might have actually left the country — either going down to Belize, where he had some criminal ties he could rely on, or to the Virgin Islands, where the offshore account was established.

Turns out, Harvey had a whole other idea entirely: to run to a place no one expected him to go — Great Falls, Montana.

By September 2006, Harvey had settled down there and gotten himself a job at a used car dealership. By that point, he had already blown through all of the money from Steven and Jan — all $2 million — and was probably looking for his next target.

He blew through $2 million?

Mhm.

It was there that he actually became close with the manager at his workplace — a former cop named Joe Parsidic.

Harvey told Joe that his wife had died in a boating accident in the Gulf of Mexico and that he was looking for a fresh start.

But Joe, the ex-cop, wasn’t buying it. Harvey seemed too cocky and overly confident to be this mourning husband who had supposedly moved to Montana after his wife’s death.

So Joe went on the internet, looked Harvey up — and discovered that Harvey was a wanted man, wanted for murder in L.A. County.

Good job, Joe.

Apparently, Harvey didn’t even try to change his name. So Joe wasted no time. He called the police immediately and said, “Hey, Harvey’s hiding out in my hometown.”

On September 20, 2006, authorities moved in on the fifty-five-year-old Harvey and finally arrested him at the used car dealership where he was working.

He was then brought back to California to face murder charges.

There was still something weighing on prosecutors, though — could they build a case against Harvey based on motive alone? The murder weapon was likely at the bottom of the ocean, any DNA had been cleaned from the boat or washed away from the victim, and there was little hope of finding something concrete at this point.

But then, a miracle happened.

In February of 2007, as the prosecution was putting together their case, someone at the Los Angeles Yacht Club called the police. He said they had found something inside one of the cabinets at the club library, and they believed it was something police might be interested in.

No way he would— okay, wait, keep going.

Apparently, this was the area where Harvey Morrow always used to sit and read at the yacht club library. And right near it was a filing cabinet. One of the employees was going through it when they discovered something in the back of one of the drawers — a heavy object wrapped in paper towels.

It was a gun.

When they unfolded it further, they saw it was a handheld GPS system.

His old GPS system.

Yeah — and the batteries were removed. So the yacht club employee took the device home, got new batteries, turned it on, and looked at the most recent trip.

It showed a voyage from Los Angeles to the far side of Catalina Island. Even stranger, the boat seemed to move in circles for a while before turning around and heading back to the mainland.

Now, this yacht club employee clearly knew about the case of the man wanted for murder on a boat from their yacht club and worried this might have something to do with it. So they called police, told them what they’d found, and said it might be evidence.

Sure enough, the GPS matched the exact same manual detectives had found on Harvey’s boat when they first searched it. It was the missing GPS from the boat — and the timing of the route matched exactly with the data from Steven and Harvey’s cell phones from that day.

Now, Harvey’s defense team tried to argue suicide, saying, “No, Steven took his own life.”

But Harvey’s wife actually divorced him while he was sitting in jail and said, “I had no idea about Steven’s money. I had no idea Harvey was even managing it. I thought this was all our own money.”

Horrible.

They claimed Steven was distraught over the mismanagement of his funds, and instead of confronting Harvey that day, the two were on a fishing trip that weekend when Steven shot himself and fell overboard.

They also said the only reason Harvey took the money from Steven and his sister was because their father and Harvey’s father knew each other — and that the Williams family had been indebted to the Morrows for twenty years.

So he’s just making things up.

Yeah. He said, “Once I saw my friend take his own life, I just took the money.”

Okay… because I deserved it.

It’s an extremely strange defense, and there was no evidence the families even knew each other or had any relationship at all.

Wild.

Finally, on November 9, 2011 — five years after Steven B. Williams’ death — a jury reached a conclusion. They found the sixty-year-old Harvey Morrow guilty of first-degree murder and murder for financial gain.

He was sentenced to life in prison without parole, plus twenty-five years.

As for Steven’s sister, Jan — following the sentencing, authorities attempted to sell Harvey’s yacht to help recoup some of the losses she’d suffered. They also began an investigation to see if they could recover any of the stolen funds.

Whether or not that ever came to fruition is unclear, but about a year later, Jan passed away — seemingly from natural causes.

The one silver lining is that she did get to see her brother’s killer brought to justice before she said her final goodbyes.

And that is the case of Steven B. Williams.

Can’t believe he had kids, too.

Harvey.

Yeah. Just — what a horrible human being.

Also, it’s eerie when someone who was a local celebrity, someone’s favorite DJ back in the day, moves on with his life — planning to sail the world — and then you learn he was murdered.

Yeah. It’s sad, because someone was stealing his money. It’s just eerie.

It’s crazy that this guy was doing all this, and his kids and wives didn’t even know. All behind people’s backs.

Scammers, man. The pipeline from fraud and money to murder is insane — it happens so often.

Yeah, it’s actually kind of scary. When you’re committing a bunch of scams and stealing people’s money, and you’re a con man, I think it becomes easy for that person to justify murder.

Because at first they justify the money — like, “I’m not a bad person. I just need this money to pay someone back. I’m not hurting anyone.”

And then they get caught in this web.

Yep.

And then boom — you’ve murdered someone trying to keep up with the lies. It’s wild. It’s honestly crazy.

It’s actually — I think it’s like a disorder.

Yeah.

Anyway, that is our case for this episode, and we’ll see you next time with another one.

I love it.

And I hate it.

Goodbye.

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