Emily

Pecans. All right. Down here in South Georgia, we say pecans.

All right. And number two, I have a question for Uncle Si.

All right. And number two, I have a question for Uncle Si.

All right. And number two, I have a question for Uncle Si.

On the episode of Duck Dynasty of Duck Season Eve, why did you leave Martin and Jay stranded without any food? Anyway, I love podcasts. And God bless y'all.

On the episode of Duck Dynasty of Duck Season Eve, why did you leave Martin and Jay stranded without any food? Anyway, I love podcasts. And God bless y'all.

On the episode of Duck Dynasty of Duck Season Eve, why did you leave Martin and Jay stranded without any food? Anyway, I love podcasts. And God bless y'all.

It was a cold October morning when I walked into the office, expecting just another regular day. But the second I stepped inside, I knew something was terribly wrong. There were detectives everywhere. My heart started to pound as I saw David, my co-worker, being led away in handcuffs. His face was pale, his clothes wrinkled, and he looked terrified.

It was a cold October morning when I walked into the office, expecting just another regular day. But the second I stepped inside, I knew something was terribly wrong. There were detectives everywhere. My heart started to pound as I saw David, my co-worker, being led away in handcuffs. His face was pale, his clothes wrinkled, and he looked terrified.

The scene felt like something out of a nightmare. The office, usually filled with the hum of computers and quiet chatter, was now filled with whispers and tense faces. I took a deep breath and walked over to one of the detectives. I had to know what was going on. I'm Emily, I said, my voice shaking. I work with David. What happened?

The scene felt like something out of a nightmare. The office, usually filled with the hum of computers and quiet chatter, was now filled with whispers and tense faces. I took a deep breath and walked over to one of the detectives. I had to know what was going on. I'm Emily, I said, my voice shaking. I work with David. What happened?

The detective looked at me, his eyes filled with something that made my stomach turn, pity and fear. David's been arrested for something extremely serious, he said, not giving me any more details. The way he looked at me made me feel like there was something even worse he wasn't saying. They started questioning me about David. It felt like hours, and my anxiety grew with every question.

The detective looked at me, his eyes filled with something that made my stomach turn, pity and fear. David's been arrested for something extremely serious, he said, not giving me any more details. The way he looked at me made me feel like there was something even worse he wasn't saying. They started questioning me about David. It felt like hours, and my anxiety grew with every question.

They asked about David's behavior, if I noticed anything unusual. I told them everything, how David always seemed a little off, how his smile never quite reached his eyes, and how he would sometimes stare at me for just a bit too long. I even told them about the time I joked with my husband, Mark, that if anything ever happened to me, David would be the first person to suspect.

They asked about David's behavior, if I noticed anything unusual. I told them everything, how David always seemed a little off, how his smile never quite reached his eyes, and how he would sometimes stare at me for just a bit too long. I even told them about the time I joked with my husband, Mark, that if anything ever happened to me, David would be the first person to suspect.

I never thought those words would feel so real. The detectives weren't just questioning me. They were going through David's desk, taking apart everything. They took pictures of his papers, his pens, even his sticky notes. It was like they were looking for something specific, something hidden. I couldn't help but feel a chill run down my spine as I watched. What had David done?

I never thought those words would feel so real. The detectives weren't just questioning me. They were going through David's desk, taking apart everything. They took pictures of his papers, his pens, even his sticky notes. It was like they were looking for something specific, something hidden. I couldn't help but feel a chill run down my spine as I watched. What had David done?

What had he hidden right here, just a few feet away from me all this time? Later, one of the detectives mentioned they had searched David's home. He said they found things there, things that were worse than they expected. I tried to ask more, but he wouldn't tell me. Then he asked for my name and my husband's name. My heart sank. Why did they need Mark's name?

What had he hidden right here, just a few feet away from me all this time? Later, one of the detectives mentioned they had searched David's home. He said they found things there, things that were worse than they expected. I tried to ask more, but he wouldn't tell me. Then he asked for my name and my husband's name. My heart sank. Why did they need Mark's name?

I gave it to them, my voice barely a whisper, and then I quickly called Mark, trying to calm myself down. But I couldn't shake the feeling that something was very, very wrong. By the end of the day, the lead detective called me into a room one last time. He looked exhausted, his eyes red like he had been crying. He wouldn't even look at me directly. "'Emily,' he said, "'you need to be careful.'