Ben Kissel

I'm sorry, everybody.

Sounds like a plan.

Welcome to the last podcast on the left, ladies and gentlemen.

I didn't get the sweater vest memo.

I'm sitting here with two pastel wearing sweater vest morons.

Hey, we can always stop and just put you under a lamp for a couple hours.

My name is Marcus Parks.

I'm here with the pink and gray Henry Zebrowski.

Not yet.

We've also got with us today the color of pastel green that Ed Larson is wearing today.

I don't think I've ever seen that in nature.

And here we are at the conclusion to our series on Alec Murdoch.

Yep.

So when we last left the Murdoch family, Paul had just been responsible for the death of his friend Mallory Beach, who'd been killed in a drunk boating accident in which Paul had been driving recklessly, to say the very least.

Alec Murdoch, of course, had come to the defense of his horrible shit-stain of a son immediately upon hearing of the crash, and had arrived with his father, Randolph Murdoch III, at the hospital where the survivors were being treated that very night.

Now, instead of inquiring after the safety of the young adults who'd been injured as a result of his son's actions, or asking what the progress was on the still-missing girl, Alec Murdoch had gone from room to room to tell the kids that if investigators asked them who was driving, they were supposed to say...

They did not know.

A lot of skittering and tinkering.

Well, the purpose of this was to muddy the waters of the investigation.

And that's if a proper investigation were to ever even happen.