Is it a sin? Is it a crime? Love and you do like I do.

If it's a crime, then I'm guilty. Guilty of love and you.

Hello, my friends, and welcome to Criminal Brods, a true crime podcast about wild women on the wrong side of the law.

It's June, the lovely month of June, and you guys, we have a theme this month.

This is Sisters Month. Every week we're going to meet back here and talk about another case involving sisters.

Sisters who work together, played together, made bombs together, spoke a secret language together, and died together.

There is something about the bond between sisters that everyone who has a sister knows is special.

I have a sister, love you Anna, but there's something about that bond that when it goes wrong or becomes extreme or becomes twisted, makes for bizarre and very compelling stories that really baffle the mind.

In my experience researching these cases, the cases that involve sisters leave people's headspinnings basically kind of like what?

What? George with her sister? She did this with her sister? Sisters could do this.

So we're going to get into all of that this month. We're going to start with the case of the pop-on sisters.

One of France's most gruesome crimes and a favorite of academics everywhere, academics love interpreting this crime.

There is so much there that you can interpret or try to interpret or feel like you're interpreting.

This case was requested by beloved listener Michelle W. So thank you Michelle for sending me down this gruesome rabbit hole.

And before we get into it, I just want to say that I'm recording this in the next episode in May.

Time travel. I'm recording them in May because I'm going to see my grandparents or the first time in forever now everyone's vaccinated and they're going to get to meet their little adorable great grandson.

So anyway, if something happens in the world like I don't know criminal broads is awarded the Nobel Prize and I don't mention it on the podcast for the next two weeks, that's why because I'm recording these ahead of time.

Okay, and I'm going to thank all my new patrons at the end of this to a period. Okay, now you know where I'm at when I'm at.

So yeah, let's get into the story. We're going to travel back to 1930s France and we are going to meet the crime scene.

There was an eyeball on the stairs to the second floor. It lay there staring blankly at the ceiling.

It reflected the gleam of the policemen's flashlights. The policemen shown their flashlights a little further up a few more stairs up to the stair landing.

And their lights fell across bare legs, matted hair blood. They saw that things were only going to get worse the farther they went up the stairs.

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