Every Friday at 6 p.m. my daughter called me without fail, and the one week my phone stayed silent I drove to her house and heard a sound from upstairs that turned our quiet Tennessee life into something I still can’t fully talk about

testimony about Kevin Marshall’s debts—three hundred eighty‑five thousand dollars he owed to casinos, to victims of a fraudulent investment scheme he helped push, to credit card companies and lenders. You’ll hear about how he planned this crime for weeks. Renting a storage unit under a fake name. Buying cleaning supplies. Rehearsing his story.

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