Hello, I'm Keith Morrison. Love, infatuation, desire. You can inspire people to do wonderful

things and not so wonderful things. Bad behavior, sadly, is an all-too-common destination

for people at the end of love. People are hurt. Then generally move on, generally. But

sometimes the end of love is just convoluted and confusing as, well, this unforgettable

tale of reality turned on its head, which made it very hard to tell who was who and what

was what. In this story, called Scorned. It was dark when they started searching. Dark

cold. The 5th of December 2015, just across the night black Missouri from Omaha. Back

and forth went the chopper. As squad cars prowled the park, Big Lake Park, Iowa, looking

for a shooter. Looking for whoever shot her. The woman who'd come out here alone to clear

her mind, get that nemesis out of her head. And instead, was bleeding through a hole

shot clean through her thigh. Oh, she knew who did it, she said. As they patched up her

wounded leg, she knew all too well how deadly that crazy woman could be.

So she gets to shoot somebody and then she gets to kill another person and then she gets

to move in with them and she gets to be free and you guys are arresting her.

She who was she? That furious woman Scorned. And what horrors was she capable of to eliminate

her rivals to win or punish the one man she so desperately wanted? The man who didn't

want her. It began as these things often do on an innocent and ordinary day in Omaha, Nebraska

three years early, the fall of 2012. I'm working behind the counter. I'm doing 10 things.

It happened in an auto repair shop who a mechanic named Dave Kruper. She walks in. I see

her. We meet eyes just for a moment. I kind of stop and I go, well, hello. He was working.

She wanted her SUV repaired and you know, in the back of my mind, I'm thinking, wow,

she's gorgeous, but I'm a work representing their company I work for. That's off the

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