True Crime

February 9th, 2026 I have a Monday routine, I get home around 7:30am, eat a real meal, usually takeout, go to bed and then wake up around 5pm. Because of Murdelicious I went to bed late, closer to 9am, and snoozed my alarm until 6pm. There’s still time to get my routine back on track. The first thing I do is log onto the Murdelicious Pod Patreon, I want to see the recipe list for the tater tot hot dish and if Emilia has posted any bonus recipes, she has, score! Swedish meatba

March 21st, 2000 Tommy Baker was exhausted from practice, Coach Thorsen had run them more than usual, he seemed frustrated, distracted. The other kids had left twenty minutes ago. Tommy, Roger and Sam were held late because they messed up an easy three on one break away opportunity. He needed to run to his locker and get his pre-calc book before heading out to his car in the student lot. He felt strange, being in the school with almost nobody else, the motion sensing lights c

March 21st, 2000, Sherry Lindquist Robbinsdale Cooper High School was quiet now, the busses had left as they always do, twelve minutes after the last bell, the teachers that had somewhere to be were gone, out the door at their contractually agreed upon end time thirty-five minutes after the final bell, and then there were the teachers that didn’t have anywhere else to be, the ones that coached or stayed late grading papers. Sherry Lindquist was the latter, the clock hits 4:45

Murdelicious Pod The Cases are cold, but the food is hot Episode 047: Below the Surface, Part One: Sherry Episode Description: Welcome to season three! Today we are returning to Minnesota, but instead of the great north woods of season one, we will be venturing to the Twin Cities, not far from where Stacie and Emilia grew up. Stacie has been researching and sitting on this case for almost a year. Six deaths. Three neighboring suburbs northwest of Minneapolis. Over the span of

June 23rd, 1994 To who cares, No, To my parents, No, To whoever finds this letter, I don’t know how to start, I don’t even know what to say, so I guess I’ll just write because in all the movies I’ve seen and books I’ve read, when people kill themselves, they leave a note. I can’t take it anymore, I can’t live with the embarrassment of being used like a toy, like being tossed aside for a “fresher” model, I thought we had something, I thought I was different than the others he