Susan Hendricks
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She became kind of the driving force of this thing. Like an armchair detective, so to speak. Um, and really kind of dug into it and was taking things to sleep at night and then It ended up accidentally killing her. The prescription mixed with something. And sometimes I have my sister call, don't get into too much into crimes. Michelle McNamara died. Like you can't, you have to separate this.
And my mom would say. Can't you tell them you have kids now? No more murders. I'm like, Mom, I can't go into CNN. I'm like, excuse me.
And my mom would say. Can't you tell them you have kids now? No more murders. I'm like, Mom, I can't go into CNN. I'm like, excuse me.
And my mom would say. Can't you tell them you have kids now? No more murders. I'm like, Mom, I can't go into CNN. I'm like, excuse me.
I do, but I think that I'm very skilled at compartmentalization. I don't know if that's a good thing. I'm able to... tell other people's stories and focus on that. I don't get afraid. But my son the other day is in second grade. He goes, Mom. He's just so sweet. He goes, so there was a mom today at reading, and she writes poetry with my friend's mom.
I do, but I think that I'm very skilled at compartmentalization. I don't know if that's a good thing. I'm able to... tell other people's stories and focus on that. I don't get afraid. But my son the other day is in second grade. He goes, Mom. He's just so sweet. He goes, so there was a mom today at reading, and she writes poetry with my friend's mom.
I do, but I think that I'm very skilled at compartmentalization. I don't know if that's a good thing. I'm able to... tell other people's stories and focus on that. I don't get afraid. But my son the other day is in second grade. He goes, Mom. He's just so sweet. He goes, so there was a mom today at reading, and she writes poetry with my friend's mom.
And I said to him, I'm like, my mom writes books. He goes, what kind of books? He goes, don't tell anybody.
And I said to him, I'm like, my mom writes books. He goes, what kind of books? He goes, don't tell anybody.
And I said to him, I'm like, my mom writes books. He goes, what kind of books? He goes, don't tell anybody.
And my mom goes, well, at least he said don't tell anybody. I'm like, the Catholic way. But I told that to Nancy Grace. I'm like, I swear, I said therapy is going to be therapy. Murder. And then when I decided to write this, and it's different because no one was caught at the time. I just got to know the families, and I thought there's something there about their perspective.
And my mom goes, well, at least he said don't tell anybody. I'm like, the Catholic way. But I told that to Nancy Grace. I'm like, I swear, I said therapy is going to be therapy. Murder. And then when I decided to write this, and it's different because no one was caught at the time. I just got to know the families, and I thought there's something there about their perspective.
And my mom goes, well, at least he said don't tell anybody. I'm like, the Catholic way. But I told that to Nancy Grace. I'm like, I swear, I said therapy is going to be therapy. Murder. And then when I decided to write this, and it's different because no one was caught at the time. I just got to know the families, and I thought there's something there about their perspective.
And growing up, I digress back to New Jersey. I think I was like 10 or 11. Our cousin, the Keefe family is like four very pretty girls. And the dad worked in local politics. So did my dad and the brother. And she was murdered. And I heard my parents talk about it, like on the landline. And we heard rumors like, was it a drug dealer in New Brunswick, New Jersey? No one ever talked about it.
And growing up, I digress back to New Jersey. I think I was like 10 or 11. Our cousin, the Keefe family is like four very pretty girls. And the dad worked in local politics. So did my dad and the brother. And she was murdered. And I heard my parents talk about it, like on the landline. And we heard rumors like, was it a drug dealer in New Brunswick, New Jersey? No one ever talked about it.
And growing up, I digress back to New Jersey. I think I was like 10 or 11. Our cousin, the Keefe family is like four very pretty girls. And the dad worked in local politics. So did my dad and the brother. And she was murdered. And I heard my parents talk about it, like on the landline. And we heard rumors like, was it a drug dealer in New Brunswick, New Jersey? No one ever talked about it.
And we didn't. And our friend whose sisters were friends with Kathy Keefe, um, said it was a drug deal and it was this house. So finally, when I was writing this, I mentioned it and I said to my dad, dad, what happened? And he goes, oh, it was our boyfriend. I went, what do you mean boyfriend? I thought it was a drug dealer. He goes, well, they were doing drugs, but it wasn't a drug dealer.
And we didn't. And our friend whose sisters were friends with Kathy Keefe, um, said it was a drug deal and it was this house. So finally, when I was writing this, I mentioned it and I said to my dad, dad, what happened? And he goes, oh, it was our boyfriend. I went, what do you mean boyfriend? I thought it was a drug dealer. He goes, well, they were doing drugs, but it wasn't a drug dealer.
And we didn't. And our friend whose sisters were friends with Kathy Keefe, um, said it was a drug deal and it was this house. So finally, when I was writing this, I mentioned it and I said to my dad, dad, what happened? And he goes, oh, it was our boyfriend. I went, what do you mean boyfriend? I thought it was a drug dealer. He goes, well, they were doing drugs, but it wasn't a drug dealer.
I'm like, why didn't you tell us? He's like, when am I going to tell my teenage girls about that? So I did call the sister and say, can I mention this? And it was, there was a newspaper article that I found, um, And it's funny because it says, like, the headline of this. And when I, the editor, Hachette, said, more of this. But if the sister said, I don't want to talk about it, I wouldn't have.