The Delivery Man Killings

April 28, 2025

In this episode, Payton and Garrett explore the case of Marc Angelucci, a lawyer found dead after a delivery driver allegedly shot him and fled the scene. As another murder unfolds across the country, investigators begin connecting the dots — and are stunned when a third victim emerges.

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I'm Payton Moreland.

And I'm Garrett Moreland.

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That was so bad.

That was bad on purpose, you guys. It was bad on purpose. I wasn't showing you my skill. I would never show off like that.

Do you have a 10 Seconds for us today?

Well, Payton and I were in Vegas for my sister's volleyball tournament, and it was really fun, not going to lie.

We had a good time. We just watched a lot of volleyball, we hung out. Made me want to coach volleyball. I want to be a coach. Can I be a coach?

It would be so fun. If you want to be on my volleyball team, say "I" on three. One, two, three—

No, I wouldn't, 'cause you would yell at me.

No, I'd be so nice.

You'd give me that, like, "Why did you take that ball?"

No! I'd be the best coach.

That's about all I got. We were in Vegas, we hung out for a little bit, now we're sitting down recording, and we're going to bring you guys a good episode—so buckle up.

I have no idea what this case is about, but I'm ready.

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Do you ever stop to think about how many strangers we come into contact with every single day? Whether that's passing someone in the grocery store, running next to them on the treadmill at the gym, or sitting next to them at a restaurant, there are so many people that we know absolutely nothing about. Yet, we have these little interactions with them—almost mindlessly—all the time.

Sometimes it's easy to forget that these people are also real people, with their own lives, their own families, their own hopes and dreams... and their own grudges and dark secrets.

We never really stop to think about how a stranger's actions will affect us—because most of the time, they don't.

Until they do.

So imagine hearing a knock on your front door one day. You see a delivery person in a FedEx uniform. It's a complete stranger, just dropping off a package. You aren't even thinking about them as much as you're thinking about what you ordered and what they're dropping off.

But when you open the door, your entire life changes forever—just because that stranger was out looking for revenge.

This is why I don't open the door for anybody.

Why?

I don't leave my house. If you come to my house, the door just doesn't get opened—no matter what.

DoorDash deliveries? Thank you. I appreciate all the delivery drivers that drop it off at my doorstep. Really appreciate it. I will never open the door for you, but I love you so much.

But it's more than that. It's bending down in the grocery store aisle to get the can in the back, and there are strangers walking behind you that could literally just—

I'm not that far gone.

You should be.

Yeah, I should.

Okay, so let me introduce you to a 52-year-old man named Mark Angelucci.

In 2020, Mark is living in Crestline, California. This is a small little mountain town in San Bernardino County—it's about two and a half hours outside of Los Angeles.

Now, Mark’s never been married by 2020. He doesn’t have kids, and that’s because his entire life has been pretty much dedicated to his work.

See, Mark is a high-profile, well-liked lawyer. And he’s not the kind of attorney that’s driving around in some fancy car, wearing perfectly tailored suits all the time. Mark’s a lot more down-to-earth. He prefers the quieter, more humble lifestyle—which is probably why he chose to even live up in the mountains. He's still got his old car that he’s going to drive into the ground. He’s not flashy or materialistic. According to any of his friends, he’s just a fun-loving, light-hearted person who cares more about his close friendships than showing off to strangers.

But there is one thing about Mark’s career that some might find a little controversial.

See, Mark was a men’s rights attorney. And I know, in this day and age, that just sounds a little... wrong in general. But everyone who knew Mark said he was never someone who was against women. In fact, he was very supportive of the feminist movement. But he found it important to look for places where men were maybe underrepresented in situations that mattered.

For example, Mark was big on representing men who were victims of domestic violence.

Which—interesting.

Yeah, I mean, there does need to be representation.

Actually, in 2008, he led a lawsuit against the state of California, claiming it was unconstitutional to exclude male victims from domestic violence resources. But he also fought for men who were, say, having a hard time getting the custody rights that they deserved. That sort of thing.

Everyone needs someone in their corner. And for men who were struggling in certain cases, Mark was their guy. A lot of the time, he even took on cases pro bono.

Now, aside from that, Mark was also the vice president of an organization called the National Coalition for Men, or the NCFM—which is a nonprofit civil rights organization aimed at fighting legal discrimination against men. So this is a big part of Mark’s life and his identity, to say the least.

And while Mark might have upset a few people along the way, no one anticipated what happened to him in July of 2020.

On the 11th of that month, Mark was enjoying a quiet little Saturday at home with a friend, when a little before 4:00 p.m., there was a knock at his front door.

Mark’s friend peered out the window and noticed it was a FedEx delivery guy. While Mark was busy, the friend opened the front door and offered to sign for the package. But the delivery person insisted that it had to be Mark’s signature.

So they waited patiently at the front door while the friend went to grab Mark. He came back ready to sign for the package and then continue about his day. And this is when the FedEx man pulled out a handgun and just shot Mark—point blank—on his doorstep.

The delivery man then ran back to his white car, got in, and sped off. And this is before Mark’s friend had even really realized what happened. Like, he heard the bang, but didn’t realize that the delivery man had shot Mark that fast and then ran away.

First responders arrived at Mark’s home a little after 4:00 p.m. that day, but it was too late to save him. Mark was pronounced dead at the scene. And the only thing police really had to work off of was the fact that a white male, dressed in a FedEx outfit, driving a white car and pretending to be a delivery man, had been the one who shot him.

That’s going to be hard to find, especially considering where he lives.

Well, two things were sort of happening simultaneously here. There were both no suspects and dozens of suspects at the same time. Because while they had no idea who this FedEx driver could have been or why he might have deliberately wanted Mark dead, Mark did have a lot of clients and cases he was working on where he was either representing or working against some pretty troubled people.

I mean, anytime a lawyer is killed, you’re going to have a long list of suspects.

I’m actually surprised this doesn’t happen more.

Not that I want it to happen more, obviously. I’m just saying, considering the amount of cases lawyers take—high-profile cases, low-profile cases, just anything that has to do with someone dangerous.

I’m also surprised that they don’t give protection to any of the attorneys. But then, that would be, you know... that’d be hard.

I think maybe some attorneys in really high-profile—

I guess it’s no different than being like a police officer, or in that line of work, right?

Well, it’s just that, like, if you feel like you’ve had injustice against you, and then there’s someone actively working to keep that injustice against you—fighting for the person who’s hurt you—that is, like, frustrating.

I can imagine just sitting there being like, “Oh my gosh.”

Yeah, just feeling so out of control of the situation.

Mhm.

So when this happens, Mark’s friends confidently told police it was very likely that the person who had shown up on the doorstep and shot him was someone that he had worked with or was currently working with—someone that probably had a grudge against him.

But as police started to look into who those suspects might be, another tragedy happened.

It was eight days later, and 2,800 miles away.

So it’s now July 19th.

Okay.

In North Brunswick, New Jersey—about an hour and a half outside of New York City—the Anderl family is having what starts off as a lovely Sunday afternoon.

20-year-old Daniel was a junior at Catholic University in Washington, D.C., but that year had been tough on him—like it had been for pretty much everyone in 2020—because of the pandemic. Daniel had spent much of his last semester just studying at home, missing his friends. But Daniel wasn't the type of kid to complain. He and his family were the sort of people to make the best out of any hand they were dealt.

Daniel's mother, Esther, was born to a Cuban mother and a Mexican father. And honestly, this woman was a hero in more ways than one. When she was younger, she literally helped her family escape from a house fire. Then she grew up, pursued a law career, and became the first Latina U.S. District Court judge in 2011—which is a huge deal.

It was through her law career that she ended up meeting her husband, Mark Anderl, who went on to be a criminal defense attorney. Judge Salas—which is Esther's last name—was actually in charge of a pretty famous New Jersey case back in 2014. If you watched The Real Housewives of New Jersey, she was the judge assigned to Teresa and Joe's financial fraud case.

I’ve never watched any episodes of anything Real Housewives.

Me neither. I just don’t—

I think a lot of people think I'm crazy for that, but it’s never been my thing.

Never been my thing, honestly. Payton and I don’t really watch reality TV. Everyone’s always telling us to watch Love Is Blind or—what’s the other one—Love Island?

I don’t know, for some reason we don’t love reality TV.

Huh. It's not that. It's just that there are other things I would rather watch more, and I don't spend a ton of time watching TV. And so I don't have enough time to then also do the reality TV.

That’s true. Like right now we’re watching This Is Us, Last of Us—

The Last of Us. Guys, Garrett is struggling.

I’ve cut a bunch out, but I'm struggling today.

Wait, what’s This Is Us? Did I make that up?

No, that’s the—I feel like I can’t—family drama show, right?

Now too I feel like I have a—remember Chrishell’s ex-husband? He was on This Is Us.

Oh, what’s his name? Selling Sunset Chrishell.

Justin—you mean the guy with Sydney Sweeney?

No, that's Glen Powell.

But close. I’m talking about Justin Hartley.

Wait, Glen Powell is not Justin Hartley.

They kind of look alike, right?

Yeah. I mean, yeah. Same same. Tomato, tomato. Loaf of bread, I guess. Same loaf of bread.

Okay, thank you.

Anyways, she was the judge for The Real Housewives of New Jersey. So all to say, Daniel—who is the only child of two very prominent people in law—decides, obviously, he's going to follow in their footsteps. So he's planning to go to law school once he graduates from Catholic University.

But, as I mentioned, it had been a while since Daniel had seen any of his friends, thanks to the pandemic. So earlier that summer, he asked his parents for a favor: could some of his closest college friends come by and spend the weekend for his birthday if they promised to be super careful?

Esther and Mark said, Yeah, sure.

So on Friday, July 17th, a handful of old pals stayed at the Anderl’s house, spending the weekend laughing, reminiscing, and having beautiful meals to celebrate Daniel's 20th birthday. And when it came time to pack up their things that Sunday morning, the 19th, they thought it would only be a matter of time before they would all be reunited again at school.

Little did they know, just a few hours after they would leave Daniel’s home, everything would change.

That afternoon, there's another knock on the door of the Anderl family home. Mark peers out the window to see a FedEx delivery guy standing at their doorstep. He thinks to himself, it's a little odd for a delivery driver to be working on a Sunday afternoon, but he figures, I don’t know—it’s 2020, nothing seems to be normal right now.

So before Mark can even get to the door, Daniel—his son, who had been chatting in the basement with his mom—darts upstairs to answer it. When he opens the door, he finds a white man standing there in a FedEx uniform, saying he has an envelope for Esther. He asks Daniel if she’s home and if she can come to the door to sign for it.

But before Daniel can even make a move to go fetch his mom, the delivery man pulls out a gun.

Jeez.

His dad, Mark, comes around the corner just in time to see his son raise his arms in the air, scream "No," and then get shot and fall back onto the ground. Because Daniel has gotten shot and is now on the ground, Mark—the dad—is now in the man’s line of fire. So the gunman then points his weapon at the dad and fires three more times.

What is going on?

Well, it’s at this point, obviously, Esther—the mom—darts upstairs to find her husband and son both bleeding out in her foyer, and the man who attacked them is now nowhere to be found.

First responders were at the house within a matter of minutes. They placed Mark, who was still breathing, on a gurney and rushed him to the hospital. But it was already too late for Daniel. He was pronounced dead at the scene.

Now Mark, his dad, suffered severe wounds to the stomach, but thankfully, he did make a full recovery.

And while police weren’t yet aware of the similar crime that had just been committed a week earlier in California—I mean, we’re talking about two different parts of the United States—it would only be a matter of time before they found out. Because both of them are going to rope in the help of the FBI.

Now here’s the thing: I mean, it’s obviously the same guy.

But why?

Because one’s an attorney and one’s a judge?

Well, I mean, I guess it’s against the legal system, technically.

So yeah.

Now, Judge Salas has of course gotten threats in the past. She’s a high-profile judge, prosecuting big cases, so the occasional scary phone call or intimidating letter probably wasn’t all that foreign to her. But this is certainly the first time anyone has acted on it. And she has no idea who it could be.

While the FBI works to figure that out, they equip her with 24-hour protection from U.S. Marshals. So they’re pulling out the big guns for this—especially because they aren’t sure if this is one person or an entire group of people targeting her family.

The FBI is mentally preparing themselves for what they think is going to be a doozy of a case. They’re getting ready to start collecting any shred of a threat that’s been sent to the judge in the past.

When, the following day, the FBI hears about another death that happened 150 miles away in New York State’s Catskill Mountains.

This is now the third death in this case.

On July 20th—just the day after Daniel's death and Mark’s shooting—New York State Troopers receive a call about a suspicious vehicle sitting on a dead-end road in Sullivan County, New York. Sure enough, when they arrive at the scene, they find the vehicle is abandoned. But they also discover that just a few steps away is a dead body lying in the grass.

This man has been shot in the head. He has his wallet and ID on him.

It’s a 72-year-old man named Roy Den Hollander.

But they find something else at the scene—sort of covered in the brush—it’s a semi-automatic pistol. And from the direction of the wound, investigators are pretty sure the shot was self-inflicted in this case.

Now, the name Roy Den Hollander doesn’t ring any bells for police. It doesn’t seem like he’s on any sort of suspect or wanted list at the time. But a quick background search on Hollander reveals he’s also an attorney—though he’s from New York City.

So the question now is: why would an established lawyer with a big career come all the way up to the Catskills to die by suicide?

One of the officers on this case, Captain Brian Webster, starts asking this exact question. But once they start rifling through Hollander’s car, things become even clearer.

Probably the most telling clue was that Hollander had a FedEx envelope sitting in his car that was addressed to Judge Salas in New Jersey. And Captain Brian Webster—well, he watches the news. So this name sets off a bunch of alarm bells for him, because he’s been following the story over the last 24 hours about how a prominent New Jersey judge and her family were targeted by a FedEx worker at their home.

So once he sees that FedEx envelope, he’s thinking: Wait, I might have the suspect in this case—but he’s now our victim in this case.

Interesting.

So he alerts the FBI right away.

Oh, and by the way—a .38 handgun, like the one that was found right by the deceased Hollander, is the same weapon used in the attack on the family. So, I mean, one plus one equals two.

But that’s not the only telling thing police find in the vehicle. They also discover a piece of paper with an address for a home in the mountains just outside of Los Angeles. A home in San Bernardino.

Belonging to Marc Angelucci.

You know—the first victim.

So sad that the woman in this case, like, her son just got killed because of a case she’s working on. Esther. That sucks.

I do want to be clear—we have two Marks. The first victim is Marc Angelucci.

And the second one is the dad.

Yep.

The husband who was shot but is alive.

Now the FBI gets in touch with the police in that district, because they’re like—why does this paper have this name on it?

And then they learn about Marc’s murder.

Because remember, at that time, the crime was still being investigated by local police forces. They didn’t have a single person on their suspect list over in California.

So as they’re putting the pieces together, they’re feeling pretty confident.

Okay, we think these three crimes are connected—or these three deaths, if you will, are connected. I feel like it’d be pretty—I'm not a cop or detective, but I should be on the jury—beside the point. I feel like it’d be pretty easy to be like, "Okay, what cases has this judge worked? What cases has this attorney worked?" Bada bing, bada boom.

They’re also like, not only are these all connected—we’re pretty sure Hollander shot himself. So now we’re thinking he’s the guy. But then, why did he shoot himself? It’s on the opposite side of the country. So, did he act alone? Is there more than one person? Is this a group of people who are attacking lawyers or judges?

Seems to be the former, because they find evidence that Hollander had taken a train out west to San Bernardino on July 7th—four days before Mark Angelucci’s murder. He got there, rented a car—it’s a car with the same description as the one that showed up at Mark’s house that day. Then he fled back to Los Angeles, dropped off the rental, and got back on a train at Union Station to come east.

So this is just even more damning. Hollander is captured in surveillance footage at both train stations—L.A. and San Bernardino. It seems open and shut. He’s walking in this footage with a coffee in his hand, but it confirms exactly when he arrived and left. This just fits the timeline of the crimes.

Shortly after making this discovery, police also test the ballistics in the weapon that they found with Hollander at his crime scene—I guess, if you will, a self-induced crime scene—and they run it against the one that shot both Daniel and Mark. Sure enough, the bullets are a match.

So the FBI is certain: we have our guy, and we know that he was very likely working alone in this. But now we need to know why. Roy Den Hollander wasn’t some hardened criminal or someone down on their luck whose life was made harder by either Judge Salas or Mark Angelucci. He was just another human to them.

So why would he want both of them dead?

By the way, this mystery only deepens with some of the other pieces of evidence found in his car. Hollander appeared to have made some sort of hit list. Police also discovered a photo of a New York chief judge named Janet DiFiore. There was also another address for a state appeals courthouse in his car.

So now they’re wondering—was this someone Hollander had planned to get to and just couldn’t? An address for a courtroom could mean anything, but with Hollander’s history and agenda, was he planning to just go in there and open fire on a room full of people?

It just seems like there’s a ton of what-ifs surrounding Hollander. The one silver lining is that he can’t hurt anyone anymore. They’re pretty sure they have their guy, but all of these targets being court-related are a bit telling to investigators.

Clearly, Hollander was someone with a grudge—a vendetta—and the only way to get to the bottom of it is to dig deeper into Roy’s life.

So, the day after police find Hollander dead, they’re in his New York City apartment confiscating every shred of evidence they can to unravel this mystery. They’re also speaking to anyone and everyone they can get to who might have known or worked with Hollander at some point.

And this is what they find.

One former friend named Jeffrey Drummond says that Hollander was actually a good lawyer. But he was a scary guy, though. When he hears that his friend is responsible for not one but two high-profile murders, he's like, “Yeah, that doesn’t really surprise me.” This guy Hollander had a huge anger problem.

Jeffrey met Hollander back in 1977 when they were both volunteering for a state senate campaign out of Boston. They both moved to New York around the same time, three years later, so the two kept in touch—being in a new city and all. But eventually, Jeffrey says he started to put distance between them. He said Hollander was toxic, always extremely angry about life in general, and just the kind of unpredictable person you never really wanted in your life.

Also kind of ironic, considering he’s an attorney trying to get away with… murder. He should know it’s extremely difficult to get away with murder. Then again, I’m not sure he was trying to get away with it. I think he was just trying to get his anger out—considering that he then took his own life.

And here’s the thing—they interview another one of his friends, Joe, and he says pretty much the same thing.

Joe and Hollander actually met in Moscow in 1999. Joe was working for an American consulting firm there, and that year, Hollander joined the team. Now, I’m not sure if the job is what brought Hollander to Russia, but Joe was pretty impressed by his background. Hollander was actually a really intelligent guy. He had worked at prestigious law firms back in the United States and had an MBA from an Ivy League school.

Plus, Hollander really seemed to keep up with his appearance. He worked out all the time and dyed his hair a lot. So Joe thought, for a 50-year-old single guy, this is someone who has a lot going for him. He’s smart, he’s handsome—and Hollander seemed to think so too. He was always out in the nightlife scene in Moscow, looking for women to date.

In fact, Joe said it almost seemed like an obsession for Hollander. All he wanted to do after work was go out, drink, and pick up a new woman. And in that nightlife scene in Russia, the 50-ish-year-old Hollander met a 24-year-old model named Alina.

The two had a whirlwind romance and got married in Russia in 2000. Then, when Hollander moved back to the States, she came with him under a temporary visa.

Ninety-day fiancée…

And 25 years between them. But after they got back to New York City that summer, things started to go south.

Alina began filing complaints with the police, saying Hollander had become abusive. Meanwhile, he argued that she was just using him to get a green card. And by December of 2000—less than a year after getting married—the two were officially divorced.

Later, Hollander would argue that Alina falsely accused him of abuse just so she could stay in the States under the Violence Against Women Act, which does offer those sorts of protections and can help survivors petition for immigration status.

Here’s the thing, though—people who knew Hollander believed Alina. They weren’t surprised. Because Hollander always had this sort of lack of respect—or honestly, rather total disdain—for women.

He was openly anti-feminist, and he used his skills as a lawyer to challenge things he believed were inherently favorable to women.

As fellow lawyer Nicholas Mundy told The Post, “In my opinion, he was already a controlling, misogynistic, sexist, delusional, and disturbed individual before his marriage failed.”

Dang. So this is just the type of person people around him—no offense—already saw him as.

Yeah. And then, in the 2000s, friends noticed Hollander started referring to women with a new term. Instead of calling them “women,” he started calling them feminazis.

Okay, this guy’s weird.

The angry, anti-feminist remarks became less subtle and more consistent from there. Which makes sense, considering some of the cases he started taking on around this point in his career.

Like this one: in 2008, he sued Columbia University for offering women’s studies classes. He claimed it was bigotry against men.

And he won that lawsuit, by the way.

He won?

Yes. He also filed a handful of lawsuits against bars for having ladies’ nights. He said they violated the 14th Amendment—which guarantees equal protection under the law.

That’s embarrassing.

He was basically saying that giving women a discount to get into a bar, but not men, was prejudicial. So it was sort of trivial nonsense that Roy Den Hollander was wasting his law degree fighting for.

But in his eyes, the fight against women seemed like a cause worth dying for. And this apparently all stemmed back to his mother.

At one point, Hollander wrote a book and dedicated it to her with the words: “May she burn in hell.”

Holy crap. What is going on?

This was a lifelong crusade for Mr. Hollander—something that became even more apparent when police discovered a 2,000-page manifesto in his apartment.

Two thousand?

I can’t even begin to summarize the entire thing, but as you can imagine, a lot of it had to do with how much he hated women. It’s embarrassing. But it also kind of explains why he drove from New York into the middle of nowhere to die by suicide. Apparently, his family had a cabin there when he was a little boy.

Now, you’re probably wondering: Why the heck did he pick these people? Like, why travel all the way across the country to shoot someone?

Especially since Mark was a men’s rights activist—you’d think he and Hollander would be on the same team.

Right? But not really.

Let’s start with Mark. They may have been in the same realm of work, but Hollander actually held a grudge against him for years. And it all stemmed from something kind of petty.

Around 2014, Mark filed a lawsuit alongside the National Coalition for Men. Hollander had already been working on a very similar lawsuit. So now he’s like, “Hmm… even though we’re fighting the same battle, you’re my competition because you got there first.”

Yeah—“You're fighting the same battle as me, so now I hate you.” What a guy. What a guy.

And to make matters worse, Hollander was a board member of the NCFM at the time. But in 2015, he was kicked out—because after learning he’d been left out of that lawsuit Mark was filing, he called the president of the NCFM, Harry Crouch, and threatened his life.

So… he’s literally just petty.

It’s such a cowardly move—to kill people and then kill yourself. Like, it’s such a cowardly move.

Now, Mark Angelucci had received a handful of threats from Hollander over the years, but apparently didn’t know they were coming from him. Or, if he did know, he didn’t tell anyone.

So, all right. We now know Hollander’s motive for Mark. But why Judge Salas and her family?

Back in 2015, Hollander filed a lawsuit that Judge Salas was overseeing. The case argued that selective service registration was only required for males. So basically, if there’s ever a draft, only men are included in that. Hollander argued that was discriminatory.

Oh no.

Yeah. Hollander saw this case as a huge milestone in his career. I mean, if he could change that law, he would literally change American history.

But Judge Salas was a roadblock. She kept delaying the case. Apparently, there were so many postponements that, in 2019, Hollander had to turn the case over to a larger New York firm. He claimed something had come up in his life that would prevent him from doing his job.

And that’s when he started killing people.

Troy, at this point in 2019, Roy Den Hollander had just been diagnosed with cancer.

Oh. Now it all makes sense. He figured he was going to die anyway—might as well go out taking everyone down with him.

Exactly. It was terminal. Treatment would only be in vain. I’m not sure how long they gave him to live, but in his mind, he wasn’t going out alone.

In that manifesto, Hollander confessed that the diagnosis motivated him to go after those he felt had wronged him. In his writings, he included the quote:

“The only problem with a life lived too long under feminazi rule is that a man ends up with so many enemies that he can't even the score with all of them. But law school and the media taught me how to prioritize.”

And unfortunately, Mark Angelucci and Judge Salas were some of his top priorities.

Though it wasn’t Judge Salas who lost her life that day. It was her son, Daniel. And nearly her husband, Mark, as well.

Judge Salas felt that a major part of the problem was how easy it was to access her information online. Thanks to a quick Google search, Roy was able to find his way directly to her doorstep.

In November 2020, she pushed for legislation to change that.

That month, Daniel’s Law was signed into effect. This bill is aimed at protecting public officials from having any of their personal information listed online.

Judge Salas’s hope is that no judge, attorney, or lawmaker will ever have to worry about a stranger showing up at their doorstep again. She wants to make sure none of her colleagues ever have to go through the heartbreaking devastation her family experienced when they lost their only son.

If you want to make a contribution to the victims of this case and their cause, you can visit the Daniel Judicial Protection Project’s website at:

www.judicialprotection.org

And that is the story of the murders of Mark Angelucci and Daniel Anderl.

It’s just sad. The son had nothing to do with it. The husband had nothing to do with it—I mean, obviously. But I mean, like… there was motive.

You know what I’m saying? I’m just saying… they were all innocent bystanders, basically. And the son was just opening the door. Like… what the—

And I’m sure… and it’s weird that in his first murder, he waited for the correct person to even care. And this time of day...

I think that, because of the cancer, he just... I think he was just—

Well, he had a lot of… a negative, grumpy, angry person. He constantly played the victim and had rage and thought, “You know what? If I’m going to die, so are other people.”

He was so messed up. Which is honestly just like—the worst type of person.

Horrible. It’s horrible. You’re just grumpy. Like, you’re just a bad person.

If you’re grumpy and you’re listening to this… go do something else.

Well—if you’re grumpy because, like, you didn’t get to have a cookie, that makes sense. And that’s okay.

But if you’re grumpy because you hate women? You should go to therapy.

We're wild.

All right, you guys—that’s our episode for this week, and we will see you next time with another one.

I love it.

And I hate it.

Goodbye.

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