Send us a text A spider-filled garage sets the tone, but the chill arrives when we revisit a body-cam moment from the Chris Watts case that feels impossibly exact. As a neighbor tries to pull up security footage, the app crashes into a National Geographic ad: a fetus in the womb, an eruption, a skull in oil. We walk through that nine-second cascade with clear eyes—no hype, no ghoulish delight—asking how coincidence, conscience, and pattern-seeking collide when a killer is cornered in his own ...
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Send us a text A spider-filled garage sets the tone, but the chill arrives when we revisit a body-cam moment from the Chris Watts case that feels impossibly exact. As a neighbor tries to pull up security footage, the app crashes into a National Geographic ad: a fetus in the womb, an eruption, a skull in oil. We walk through that nine-second cascade with clear eyes—no hype, no ghoulish delight—asking how coincidence, conscience, and pattern-seeking collide when a killer is cornered in his own ...
Send us a text Join us in this episode as we delve into the remarkable journey of transitioning into the exciting yet challenging world of our thirties! We kick things off with some light-hearted anecdotes, including a comical fall I took while walking my excited canine companion through the snowy landscape. Those slips and trips remind us that despite aging, we can still embrace adventure. As we navigate through the episode, we explore interesting insights on dog training, the essentials of...
The Mick & Pat Show
Send us a text A spider-filled garage sets the tone, but the chill arrives when we revisit a body-cam moment from the Chris Watts case that feels impossibly exact. As a neighbor tries to pull up security footage, the app crashes into a National Geographic ad: a fetus in the womb, an eruption, a skull in oil. We walk through that nine-second cascade with clear eyes—no hype, no ghoulish delight—asking how coincidence, conscience, and pattern-seeking collide when a killer is cornered in his own ...
