The Nicotine Poisoner

August 18, 2025

In this episode, Payton and Garrett dive into the baffling death of Linda Curry, a case that began with quiet tragedy but spiraled into one of Orange County’s most perplexing investigations.

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All right, guys. Trends come and go—bell-bottom jeans, Pokémon, flip phones. But if there's one trend that I'm happy about disappearing and never coming back, it's probably smoking cigarettes.

Now, thankfully, we're no longer being told that smoking is sexy and cool and for the bad boys and girls. Because the truth is out there: cigarettes kill both users and those who live in close proximity to one.

But that doesn't mean cigarette smokers have gone extinct completely. Eight million people still die each year from smoking and secondhand smoke. And the reason some people just can't kick the habit is because of a little stimulant added to cigarettes called nicotine.

That poisonous little chemical on its own isn't enough to kill someone, but it definitely keeps them coming back for more—unless you have it in extremely high doses. Which, honestly, is why if you want to get rid of someone bad enough and you're looking for a way to get away with it, nicotine can actually make for the perfect murder weapon.

Let's head now to San Clemente, California, where in the late 1980s a 45-year-old woman named Linda Kincaid is working at a Southern California Edison power plant.

Now, Linda has been working at this power plant for years. She started at the bottom as a secretary and worked her way up to a manager position before becoming the top training coordinator at the plant.

And according to everyone, she was easily the most fashionable, kindest go-getter that worked there. Linda always showed up for work dressed in the trendiest outfits.

She worked hard for her money, and she liked to spend it on nice, expensive things. She was always planning her next big vacation and seemed to always be partnered up with a new attractive man.

Now, throughout her time working at the power plant, Linda had been married and divorced twice, and then dating an on-again, off-again boyfriend named Bill. This is before meeting another coworker in March of 1989.

And this coworker is one she fell head over heels for—a 32-year-old nuclear engineer named Paul Curry.

Fun fact: the majority of affairs actually start at work. Just thought I’d throw that in.

I don’t know if we’re going toward an affair. I’m just saying.

Well, she was kind of on and off dating Bill. So I think moving on to Paul—I don’t know if she considered it an affair, or if there was overlapping time.

But either way, Linda really had it figured out at this point. She had been working at the plant for 27 years. She had been single for some time. She bought herself a big, beautiful house in the San Clemente area. But there was something about Paul Curry—despite him being 13 years younger than her—that Linda just couldn’t resist.

He was charming. He had a pretty good reputation around the office. The only real complaint anyone had about Paul was that he was maybe a little too smart for his own good. So smart that Paul had actually been on Jeopardy!—not once, but three times.

Wow, that’s amazing.

Before meeting Linda, over the first two episodes, he won a total of $24,000. But on his third appearance, Paul was stuck on one of the final questions.

I want to ask you.

Okay, yeah, yeah. This is good. I want to hear this.

“Though his second administration was scandal-ridden, he was almost nominated for a third term four years later.”

Say the question again. Repeat, please.

“Though his second administration was scandal-ridden, he was almost nominated for a third term four years later.”

Yeah… um… wait, give me a second. It has nothing to do with Monica Lewinsky.

Yeah, thank you. I know that.

You’re welcome. Who is… this is probably wrong… Ronald Reagan?

No, I don’t know, I just—

Why did you act like you knew this?

What do you mean? I’m on Jeopardy! I’ve got to be a little confident. Wait, wait, let me—can I get one more guess?

Do you want me to tell you what Paul wrote down?

Yes.

He wrote down Andrew Jackson, and that is wrong.

Yeah. Well, I guess I’m a little confused because the third term thing’s confusing me. I said Ronald Reagan, but that wasn’t even possible. So honestly, I have no idea.

Yeah, I think you’re going to get a little bit of crap for that answer.

Well, I know, but I’m explaining why I said it—because I didn’t know what else to say. And you can’t do three terms, so I honestly have no… I mean, yeah.

Well, he died.

Oh yes. Yeah, thank you. I mean, this is obviously a long time ago. He literally couldn’t do three terms, so I don’t know who it could have been.

Okay, the correct answer was Ulysses S. Grant.

Oh yeah, see, that was going to be my next guess.

Yeah. Therefore, ending Paul’s reign on Jeopardy.

Now, what Paul did win that episode was a color TV and a lot of bragging rights. In fact, it might have been those bragging rights that had a few people almost turned off by Paul. Some said he was prone to talk over people, to be a little condescending at times, maybe even a bit full of himself.

But if Linda saw that side of him, she wasn’t put off by it. Instead, it seemed to draw her closer to Paul. Because on September 12, 1992—three years after they started dating—Paul and Linda actually ran off to Las Vegas to tie the knot.

He moved into Linda’s beautiful big home. And even though the couple lived together, worked together, and were now married to one another, they still seemed to spend all of their free time together too.

And a lot of people who knew Paul said he was a really great, doting husband. The kind of guy who would cook his wife dinner, creating his own salad dressings with herbs and vegetables from their own garden.

There was just one little thing that made people question the type of marriage Paul and Linda had, and that was the fact that Linda and Paul were actually never having sex. Their marriage seemed to be a purely platonic relationship.

How did they know this? Like, did they go around parading that they didn’t have sex? That seems a little weird.

Linda told her friends that Paul was never even interested in consummating their marriage.

Oh. Wait—so they’ve never had sex?

Yes. But for Linda, it seemed that mental stimulation was enough. She liked being intellectually challenged by Paul. They had deep, meaningful conversations that were seemingly more important to her than any sort of sex.

And it’s because of that that the relationship worked for both of them. Like, the intimacy was still there in ways. Paul would tell Linda he loved her. He would take care of her when she was sick. He would draw these big, lavish bubble baths for her—pamper her in ways she’d never been pampered.

One time, after an argument between the two, he even booked them a three-day cruise as an apology. But what was supposed to be this apologetic getaway ended up being the beginning of a pretty complicated year.

Interesting. Okay.

So, it was around the end of June 1993 when the couple boarded that cruise ship for their adventure. But that trip went sideways quickly when a bunch of passengers came down with something called Hantavirus. It's a condition that comes from rats and can lead to flu-like symptoms that can be deadly.

Now, unfortunately for Paul and Linda, they were two of the passengers on the ship who got sick. Thankfully, days after that trip, Paul and Linda's health improved. But then, just a few days later, Linda found herself back in the hospital in July.

It seemed like the condition had come back with a vengeance. When Linda's friends went to visit her in the hospital, they said it looked like Linda was near death—that she had appeared to age forty years. She had lost twenty-five pounds. Doctors said her organs were failing.

The problem was, they couldn't find any sign of the virus in her blood work anymore.

Okay.

They were pretty baffled about what could have been making Linda feel worse than before. So, they began considering whether it was radiation poisoning from Linda's time at the power plant, but they ended up ruling that out too. Then they started to wonder if all of this was just psychiatric.

Was Linda suffering from some kind of Munchausen syndrome? Nothing was really making sense to them. Linda was in the hospital for twenty-one days at this point.

Oh my gosh, that is a really long time to be in the hospital.

She was kind of hovering on the line of life and death. She had suffered a stroke in the hospital. Then slowly but surely, Linda started to bounce back. Her symptoms died down and she was eventually discharged to go home.

Now, friends said that's when Paul really stepped it up. He appeared to be doting on her more than ever, really doing whatever Linda needed—kind of at her beck and call. The illness actually seemed to bring the two of them closer together.

That is, until December of that year when Linda's illness mysteriously returned. It was New Year’s Eve 1993 when Linda became violently ill again. Noticing that it was the same symptoms she had felt over the summer—severe vomiting, diarrhea, dehydration—Linda wasted no time asking Paul to rush her back to the hospital.

And once again, her doctors were totally baffled. Nothing was coming up in her blood work. None of their theories made sense. Even Paul himself seemed totally rattled and confused by her illness. He spent countless hours at her bedside, taking care of her, tending to her every need. And he actually did seem really devastated over the fact that his wife of only just a year seemed to be at death's door again.

But again, after several days, Linda bounced back. She slowly began to recover and was discharged and told she could go home.

Now, for the next six months, Linda resumed her life, though never really feeling back to 100%. Instead, this time, the condition seemed to be gradually taking a toll on her body.

And on the morning of June 9, 1994, Paul sent an email to one of Linda's friends, a woman named Mary Seabolde. Now, Mary found it strange to be getting that email from Paul that day—she had never gotten an email from him before in her life. But the content of that message was even more worrisome.

Paul emailed Linda's friend Mary and said that Linda was feeling worse than ever, that she was wobbly and incoherent, and he wanted to know if Mary would be able to come over and help.

Now, apparently, Linda was feeling well enough to go to work that day. But when she came home, she went to bed almost immediately at 6:00 p.m. However, around midnight that evening, Paul said he woke up to the sound of their cat in their bedroom. And when he looked over at Linda asleep in their bed, he realized she was no longer breathing.

So Paul dialed 911, and paramedics rushed to the house right away. But it was already too late. Linda was taken to the hospital where she was pronounced dead in the very early hours of June 10, 1994, at just fifty years old.

I mean, I already know where this is going just because of what you explained at the beginning of the case. I won’t say much, but I’m curious to see how this unfolds.

So, at the hospital, the doctors are like, “So she finally just succumbed to this illness.” But there was one person at the hospital who felt there was something off about Linda's illness: a nurse named Sher Bundy.

Sherry had been treating Linda a lot through her many hospitalizations. And when she heard about Linda's death the following morning, her first thought was, “Paul finally did it.”

This nurse believed that Paul was the one who had been making Linda sick. And it turns out she wasn't the only one who thought this.

Linda's friend, Mary Seabolde, went and stayed at the couple's home for a bit after Linda first got sick back in 1993. She had a sneaking suspicion that Paul might have been mysteriously causing her friend's illness. And when she got a peek at what was hiding in their home, that suspicion only grew.

I wonder if anyone ever said anything to her as well.

We'll get there.

Okay.

So, Mary uncovered paperwork that showed Paul had been made the beneficiary in almost all of Linda's finances, which wasn’t a total shock to Mary. Only a month after Linda and Paul tied the knot back in 1992, Linda called Mary to say that Paul had been pressuring her to make those changes on all of her paperwork right after getting married.

The mortgage, the 401(k), you name it. Paul even encouraged her to take out a new $1 million life insurance policy on herself and then insisted that he didn’t actually need one because he was thirteen years younger than her.

Remember, she was only in her mid-forties at this time. She was healthy when she married Paul.

Luckily—

That’s funny because you’re actually supposed to get it as young as possible.

Yeah.

Like, his would have even been cheaper.

Exactly. Luckily, Linda didn’t listen. She didn’t take out another life insurance policy, but that’s because she already had a few totaling close to $1 million. And Paul did successfully convince her to make him the beneficiary on those accounts.

But this was not the only red flag Mary found regarding Linda and Paul’s marriage. Remember how I mentioned Paul and Linda had gotten into an argument about something and that’s why he even booked that three-day cruise—but then they both got the virus on it? Well, the reason the two of them were even fighting was because a woman had called Linda’s house looking for Paul.

She was trying to find out when he would be sending his next child support statement.

Okay.

That’s when Linda learned Paul had been married not once, but twice before—and had never told her.

Imagine just discovering this one day. And we’re also in a time period where you could hide that stuff. It was a lot easier to hide that you were married. I mean, now with social media and honestly even just searching people on the internet, it’s harder. You can’t do that. But back then, you totally could have.

And not only did he not mention these two former marriages, he also didn’t mention that he had three children.

Holy crap.

From these former marriages.

Okay.

Now, of course, obviously, as we know, his solution was to just whisk Linda away on a three-day vacation to make it better. But then, as we know, after that, Linda began getting sicker and sicker, and Mary just did not find the timing all that coincidental.

In fact, once Linda was well enough, she encouraged her to move out of the home with Paul. Mary outright told Linda, “Honestly, I think he’s doing this to you, and I’m afraid Paul might actually kill you if you continue living with him.”

Oh no. And I’m guessing she—I mean, I don’t blame her, because obviously it’s not her fault and you never think your significant other is going to kill you. So I’m sure she was like, “Oh, it’s okay,” and so forth.

Here’s the thing. Mary couldn’t tell Linda why or how Paul was doing it. That’s the thing—she also didn’t have evidence. But she was certain the day would come when it would be too late to fix all of this.

And she was right, because Linda was so in love with Paul. She never took her friend’s advice. Instead, she died at home in bed with Paul on June 9, 1994.

That’s so sad.

And perhaps the most heartbreaking part of all of this—Linda might have been fully aware of what was happening to her, that Paul was responsible, and she still chose to forgive him and stay by his side.

I say that because early on, during one of Linda’s hospital stays back in July 1993, that nurse I mentioned before—nurse Sherry Bundy, who had been treating Linda—first noticed something odd. While checking her IV drip at the hospital, she saw the medication looked a little more cloudy than usual.

So Sherry did the right thing and reported it to the hospital higher-ups. They immediately switched out the bag and sent the cloudy one out for testing. They found that a numbing agent had been infused in her IV drip, something called lidocaine.

So they reported it to the police, and detectives actually came to the hospital to speak with Linda around August 1993 about what was going on.

Now, during this interview, detectives flat out asked her, “If somebody was trying to do something to you, they were trying to poison you, do you have any idea who that would be?”

This is what she says:

“Well, the only person I could think of that would even have a motive to do it would be Paul, my husband. And the only motive I can think of is money. But I don’t want to really even believe that or think that.”

She tells them all about the life insurance policies, the pressure to change her financial paperwork, the secret past wives and children. She tells the police all of this very early on.

This is so interesting. It's like she knew but didn't want to. I mean, like anyone—you don’t want to admit it, right?

She tells the police, “But I’m very much in love with Paul. I don’t think he would do this.”

Yeah.

She doesn’t press charges. She doesn’t insist the investigation go on. She starts to recover. She goes home back to her life with Paul. And the investigation kind of ends there—at least until New Year’s Eve, when Linda finds herself back in the hospital.

Now, during that stay, a different nurse named Nancy Row was on duty tending to Linda. One afternoon, Paul was spending some time at her bedside, but moments after he left, Linda’s alarm went off.

When Nancy went in to check on Linda, she found her IV port had been broken in a weird way that she felt looked intentional—not by Linda herself. So she reports it. Once again, police come back and get involved in Linda’s health.

It’s interesting because hospitals also usually are pretty strict, you know, about who’s getting into someone’s room. There are a lot of nurses. People are usually asking questions.

Exactly.

So even more—the only person it could be is him.

Right.

So the police file this under potential tampering, but they don’t do anything. The only real change was that the hospital staff decided to ban Paul Curry from going into the room. They were like, “Listen, someone tampered with her stuff, so you’re not allowed in.”

So Linda recovers and then goes back home with Paul.

It’s safe to say that Linda had plenty of warnings that there was a chance Paul was trying to hurt her, but like Garrett has said, she couldn’t get herself to admit it. And it is understandable. It really is 100% understandable. It’s not her fault at all.

So she goes home, and that’s when things turn deadly. While she didn’t have any prolonged hospital visits, Linda wasn’t recovering in the way she should have for a 49-year-old woman. And six months later, she was dead.

The medical examiner at this time said they couldn’t find any proof that Linda was poisoned, which meant Paul was never investigated as a suspect in her death, despite the reports that had come out of the hospital.

That also meant he was able to collect on Linda’s already established life insurance policies and her 401(k), which listed him as a beneficiary. He gained a total of $419,000 plus $564 a month from her retirement benefit.

But something else was revealed about Paul shortly after Linda’s death. Paul was transferred from the power plant he worked at with Linda to a new facility. And during a routine background check—which I guess the previous power plant just didn’t do—the new employers found something interesting.

They discovered Paul was actually never a qualified engineer. He had never even gotten a college degree. He had faked it. He was a total fraud.

That’s interesting you say that because I just saw a video of a cop that went to a home, pulled over a nurse, and she had been a nurse for, like, multiple years.

Oh, I saw this.

And she didn’t even have a nursing license—nothing. She used someone else’s and had just been literally working.

Yes. Yes. It’s crazy.

So the new employer’s like, “Hey, you don’t actually have a degree.”

So wild.

Yeah, you’re right, I don’t. Here’s my resignation letter. Bye.

He doesn’t even try to fight it.

’Cause he got all this money, right? He’s rich. He doesn’t need a job. Instead, he let the house go into foreclosure. He bought himself a Cadillac. And six months after her death, he started over with a new life in Nevada.

With that, Linda’s death went uninvestigated for years. It wasn’t until 2002 that Sergeant Yvonne Schaw with the Orange County Sheriff’s Department’s cold case unit started looking back. And she realized, “Uh, guys, I’m pretty sure we let a murderer walk free on this case.”

So Sergeant Schaw began by digging into Paul’s background and saw there were a lot of things about this guy that were secrets and lies. For starters, she found that mere days after Linda had passed, Paul was busy calling their insurance company to say someone had actually stolen Linda’s 18-karat gold Rolex and some other jewelry.

She dies. He calls insurance and says, “Hey, someone stole this.” And he walks away from that with $9,000.

Okay. So just a completely unrelated thing, but still—the motive was money, plus a lie.

Yeah.

I think about that sometimes, which is funny you brought that up, because I literally was just thinking—not in a weird way—but I was like, if Payton died…

Please don’t bury me.

No, listen. If your significant other dies, at what point do most people try to get insurance money? I guess that’s what I’m trying to say, right?

Yeah. ’Cause if you notice, like, media outlets—and it’s even what I report—because I’m like, are you just not supposed to? You just ignore it?

Always point it out.

It’s like everyone immediately goes in to see how fast they collected life insurance.

So like, do you just now be like, “Okay, I’m going to wait 60 days”? At what point do you actually collect on it?

Obviously, him lying about the Rolex has nothing to do with the life insurance policy, but it just goes into the fact that he got all this money from her and then lied after she died. Like… when?

Yeah.

Anyways.

Mhm.

It is a good question.

Yeah. I don’t know. I’ve heard of people who literally deal with it for years. I’ve heard of people who wait years because collecting it makes it feel final.

Yeah, that would make sense.

And so they just can’t get themselves to do it.

I was thinking about it. I feel like I’d be so sick to my stomach it wouldn’t even be on the top of my mind.

Right. But maybe other people need it to survive. You know what I mean?

True. That’s a good point.

Yeah.

Yeah. That I can’t—okay, I’m not even going to think about that.

But Schaw obviously found this a strange thing to do, especially before his wife’s body had basically even run cold. This was just the tip of the iceberg, though.

When Schaw tracked down those two mysterious ex-wives Paul Curry had, one of them had a pretty similar story to tell. Paul’s second wife said there was a point in their marriage when she started to get sick too. It began with her feeling dizzy, and then she lost all of her energy to the point where she couldn’t even get out of bed. She also claimed that doctors couldn’t figure out what was wrong with her.

She said she felt like this for over a year of their marriage. And like Linda, Paul had also encouraged her to take out a life insurance policy. Luckily, this ex-wife refused to do so. But when she did, Paul just up and left her for Linda.

Schaw also went back and spoke to witnesses, friends, and family who knew and interacted with Paul during his marriage to Linda. And one of them had something very interesting to say: they had overheard Paul talking to someone at a barbecue where he claimed that he thought he could kill someone without ever getting caught.

This reminds me of Josh Powell, because he talked to people about the best way to hide a body—and then his wife went missing.

Payton and I do a true crime podcast for our jobs, and we never talk to people about this. That’s just weird.

If that ever comes up in a random conversation, stay as far away as you can.

Well, low-key, you’re kind of dumb because it’s insane how it’s almost impossible to get away with it. Yes, it happens all the time, but if it’s someone you know—like your wife—it’s going to be pretty freaking hard to get away with it.

Yeah.

He basically admitted at this barbecue—and this is where it gets even worse. He admits, “Oh, I could actually make a deadly poison in my garage, and then, if I administered it to someone, it would be really hard to detect.”

So, when Sergeant Schaw figures all of this out and looks back at Linda’s autopsy, she notices that Linda’s post-mortem toxicology report came back positive for something that was a little interesting: nicotine.

But as Sergeant Schaw discovered, Linda wasn’t a smoker.

Now remember, the autopsy was done in 1994, and at this point it’s 2002, 2003. The technology of toxicology reports was a lot more advanced than it had been nine years earlier. This time, when Schaw had Linda’s samples reanalyzed, she found that Linda had fifty to one hundred times more nicotine in her system when she died than the average smoker would.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Okay.

And she also had a toxic amount of Ambien in her system as well.

Wow.

Here’s the thing: nicotine poisoning like this is really hard to pull off as a murder weapon. It needs to be ingested or injected and absorbed into the bloodstream. But Schaw began to wonder—hearing how doting of a husband Paul was, cooking Linda these meals and homemade salad dressings—could he have just slipped it into some dressing, very slowly over time?

But when she consulted an expert, he was like, “Listen, there’s no way something like this could kill her slowly. Sure, it would create symptoms like pain, nausea, and sweating, but in order for this to be a murder weapon, it had to be a huge dose and administered swiftly.”

So that’s when Schaw noticed something else on the autopsy report that seemed to be overlooked: there was a small mark behind Linda’s ear that looked like a needle puncture.

Okay.

So she develops a theory. Paul had been experimenting with different poisons for some time. After the two got sick on the cruise, he was like, “Hey, I can kind of take advantage of this.” His first poison of choice was lidocaine, which is what he slipped into Linda’s IV at the hospital.

Now, when that didn’t work and Linda recovered, he began slowly poisoning her with nicotine in her food. It was making her sick, but not sick enough to kill her. So on the night of June 9, he gave Linda a strong dose of Ambien, and then he injected her with a massive dose of nicotine—killing her within a half hour of administering it.

That’s so sad. But where do you get all this nicotine?

After consulting again with experts, Schaw learned he only needed one pack of cigarettes to get the amount he needed.

So, I have no idea how you turn a pack of cigarettes into an injectable form, but police are pretty confident that this is what he did.

So I will say, though, building this case against Paul happens really slowly. Schaw knows her theory is nothing more than that—a theory. What she really needs is to get Paul Curry to confess.

So finally, around 2010, she finds a way to get to this guy. She goes to Kansas, where Paul’s now living with a new wife, a new son, and a brand-new job as a building inspector. She shows up at his house pretending to be a local police officer with questions. Alongside two actual local detectives, Schaw tells Paul that they are there to close out the final details of a death investigation regarding Linda Kincaid, his ex.

I guess Schaw thought if she pretended to be from Kansas, Paul wouldn’t think he was getting arrested. And seemingly, she’s right, because Paul admits to them, “Yeah, Linda is my ex-wife.”

And Schaw says to him, quote, “The night Linda passed away, you and Linda were alone, correct?”

And Paul’s like, “Yeah, that’s right.”

So she goes on asking, “So there was no one else in the house with you that night?”

And he’s like, “Yes.”

Now, this might not sound like a smoking gun, but to Schaw, this admission is actually pretty strong because it proves that he’s admitting he was the only one who could have poisoned Linda. And because we know that poisoning, in order to be fatal, would have to happen pretty quickly, there’s only one person with her that night—and he himself admits it. Paul Curry.

So she confronts him about it right there. She says, “Did you poison your wife?”

He’s like, “No.”

Schaw now has what she needs to finally arrest Paul Curry—sixteen years after Linda’s murder. An admission that he was home alone with her when she died of fatal nicotine poisoning is enough. And when Paul’s new wife, Teresa, visits him in jail the following day, he admits to her that the case against him isn’t looking good.

Unfortunately, it would take another four years to get him into court.

Gosh, that’s annoying.

Paul was charged with insurance fraud and murder in the first degree with special circumstances. And on September 11, 2014, his trial begins. But it’s not really an easy case to try. There were no syringes found in the home, no receipt for the nicotine or cigarettes purchased to kill Linda. I mean, this case is pretty circumstantial.

So old—how are you going to find all that?

Paul’s defense team argued that Linda was sick long before she met Paul and that she gave herself a nicotine enema, which is sometimes used to treat ulcerative colitis. But there was no evidence Linda had ever done this. Instead, everything pointed to Paul: the hospital staff testimony, the IV bags that had been tampered with, the injection site found behind Linda Curry’s ear.

Yeah, I think there’s enough circumstantial evidence that I think he gets charged.

In 2014, Paul is found guilty of insurance fraud and murder in the first degree with special circumstances. So now, at 58 years old, Paul Curry was sentenced to life in prison without parole.

Good.

But that still doesn’t answer one huge question people had about the case, which was: if Linda knew this was happening to her, why would she stay in the house with Paul? But I think the truth is we never really know what’s going on behind closed doors. Perhaps Linda was loving and generous. She was blinded by that. And the fact that not everyone we let into our lives has pure motives. Sometimes the most evil people can be the ones living right beside us.

Yeah. And I also don’t think it’s any different—sadly any different—than abuse victims, right? People who are in a relationship that’s domestic violence. I mean, sometimes they’re in relationships for five, ten, twenty years before they get out. I think it’s—I mean, he could have been a very manipulative person. I think there’s so much that could have happened that we just have no idea.

Well, and I think it’s also important to note that every source, every friend, claims that Paul was a very doting husband. He was very loving. When she was sick, he was at her beck and call—feeding her, taking care of her.

That can be very manipulative. Like, how do you look at him and feel this love from him and feel this, like, “I wouldn’t be able to survive without you… oh, he’s killing me.” And then be like, “But he’s killing me.” Yeah, that’s really hard for your head.

Agreed.

All right, you guys. That was our case this week—the case of Linda Kincaid.

And we will see you next time with another one.

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