Hi crime junkies, I'm your host Ashley Flowers. I'm not going to spend too much time on the overview of why I'm in your feet on a Thursday, even though don't worry, still going to have your weekly Monday episodes.

If you want to know, I highly recommend you go back and take a

listen yourself. I've left you something in each episode but this one is

another stop in my own Crime Junkie Erras tour and this next stop is one that I don't get too often even though it's not too far

from my home state. It's home to some of the greatest musicians of all time,

specifically country musicians and iconic places like the Grand Ole Opry,

which I visited as a child once, but I would love to come back to as an adult.

But we know no matter the extent of the glitz and the glamour of a city or state or country.

It doesn't make the possibility of experiencing absolute life-changing and devastating circumstances.

Just like the one I want to retell you about. and I'm

changing circumstances just like the one I want to retell you about from this past episode.

Hi crime junkies, I'm your host Ashley Flowers

and I'm Britt and actually want to try something a little different with this episode so Brett I'm going to pass it over to you to tell the story

one that began nearly two decades ago in Tennessee this is the story of Zintoya Brown. The So, Okay, so the story I have for you today starts on August 7th, 2004 in Nashville, Tennessee. It's a little after 7 p.m. that day when a call comes in to

911 dispatch. This catcher asks the usual what's the address of your emergency and

the caller, a woman, gives them a street address on Mossdale Drive.

The next question, of course, is, what's the emergency?

What's going on over there?

And the caller responds with just one word.

Homicide. And according to court documents, the operator just one word, homicide.

And according to court documents, the operator tries to get more information,

but the caller hangs up before answering any more questions.

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