Hi crime junkies, I'm your host Ashley Flowers and I'm Britt and the story I have for you today is a cautionary tale

one about assumptions and rushed judgments and games of telephone that spiral out of control and how all of these things

can cloud our vision and make us miss what's right there in front of us.

This is the story of Maria Marta Garcia Belsoonsi. The Oh, It's a little before 7 p.m. on a Sunday in late October 2002 when a 50 something year old

retired stockbroker named Carlos Karascoza is driving the few short

blocks home from his in-laws house and by the the way, when I say in-laws, I'm talking about his wife,

Maria Marta's half-sister Irene,

and her husband, Guillermo, so like not her parents kind of in-laws.

Got it.

Anyways, Carlos and Guillerimo are buddies and they had spent the evening watching a huge

national soccer match together, like pretty much everyone else there in Argentina.

When Carlos pulls into his driveway, he's a little surprised to see one of his

neighborhood security guards, Jose Ortiz. He's parked in a golf cart out front, and he's also

confused that there aren't any other cars parked in the driveway,

other than Maria Martas because he knows that she had a massage scheduled for 7 p.m. at the house

it's part of her weekly routine. But as soon as he talks to Jose he finds

out why Jose explains that Beaetries the masseuse is at the entrance of their gated

community waiting to be let in but the guards haven't been able to reach

Maria Marta on the phone. And she's waiting at the entrance because this is the type of

neighborhood where guests have to be authorized to enter. So this guard

says that he stopped by to see if he'd have

better luck knocking on the front door, but he kind of got the same thing. No answer.

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