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To my grandmothers, Marion LaVallee and Lucy Summers, for their unwavering love and support

DANNY GILCHRIST:

Its a beautiful day in the city. The sun is shining, not a cloud in the sky. I had a great lunch in Central Park, a chicken shawarma from the Shawarma Stop, which was overwhelmingly recommended to us by our listeners after last weeks episode on NYCs best kept secrets. Thanks for that, you guys. It was so good, it just might be my dinner too. From WNRK New York, Im Danny Gilchrist and you are listening to Always Out There.

Today, were doing something newsomething big. Today, were pre-empting your regularly scheduled episode of Always Out There to launch the first episode of our new serialized podcast, The Girls. If you want to hear more, you can download all eight episodesthats right; the entire seasonon our website. Were pretty sure youll want to hear more.

Created and hosted by one of our longtime producers, West McCray, The Girls explores what happens when a devastating crime reveals a deeply unsettling mystery. Its a story about family, about sisters, and the untold lives lived in small-town America. Its about the lengths we go to protect the ones we love and the high price we pay when we cant.

And it begins, as so many stories do, with a dead girl.

EPISODE 1

[THE GIRLS THEME]

WEST McCRAY:

Welcome to Cold Creek, Colorado. Population: eight hundred.

Do a Google Image search and youll see its main street, the barely beating heart of that tiny world, and find every other building vacant or boarded up. Cold Creeks luckiestthe gainfully employedwork at the local grocery store, the gas station and a few other staple businesses along the strip. The rest have to look a town or two over for opportunity for themselves and for their children; the closest schools are in Parkdale, forty minutes away. They take in students from three other towns.

Beyond its main street, Cold Creek arteries out into worn and chipped Monopoly houses that no longer have a place upon the board. From there lies a rural sort of wilderness. The highway out is interrupted by veins of dirt roads leading to nowhere as often as they lead to pockets of dilapidated houses or trailer parks in even worse shape. In the summertime, a food bus comes with free lunches for the kids until the school year resumes, guaranteeing at least two subsidized meals a day.

Theres a quiet to it thats startling if youve lived your whole life in the city, like I have. Cold Creek is surrounded by a beautiful, uninterrupted expanse of land and sky that seem to go on forever. Its sunsets are spectacular: electric golds and oranges, pinks and purples, natural beauty unspoiled by the insult of skyscrapers. The sheer amount of space is humbling, almost divine. Its hard to imagine feeling trapped here.

But most people here do.

COLD CREEK RESIDENT [FEMALE] :

You live in Cold Creek because you were born here, and if youre born here, youre probably never getting out.

WEST McCRAY:

Thats not entirely true. There have been some success stories, college graduates who moved on and found well-paying jobs in distant cities, but they tend to be the exception and not the rule. Cold Creek is home to a quality of life were raised to aspire beyond, if were born privileged enough to have the choice.

Here, everyones working so hard to care for their families and keep their heads above water that, if they wasted time on the petty dramas, scandals and personal grudges that seem to define small towns in our nations imagination, they would not survive. Thats not to say theres no drama, scandal, or grudgejust that those things are usually more than residents of Cold Creek can afford to care about.

Until it happened.

The husk of an abandoned, turn-of-the-century one-room schoolhouse sits three miles outside of town, taken by fire. The roof is caved in and whats left of the walls are charred. It sits next to an apple orchard thats slowly being reclaimed by the nature that surrounds it: young overgrowth, new trees, wildflowers.

Theres almost something romantic about it, something that feels like respite from the rest of the world. Its the perfect place to be alone with your thoughts. At least it was, before.

May Beth Fosterwho youll come to know as this series goes ontook me there herself. I asked to see it. Shes a plump, white, sixty-eight-year-old woman with salt-and-pepper hair. She has a grandmotherly way about her, right down to a voice thats so invitingly familiar it warms you from the inside out. May Beth is manager of Sparkling River Estates trailer park , a lifelong resident of Cold Creek, and when she talks, people listen. More often than not, they accept whatever she says as the truth.

MAY BETH FOSTER:

Just about here.

This is where they found the body.

911 DISPATCHER [PHONE] :

911 dispatch. Whats your emergency?

WEST McCRAY:

On October third, forty-seven-year-old Carl Earl was on his way to work, a factory in Cofield. Its an hours drive from Cold Creek. Hed barely begun his commute when he noticed black smoke marring the early morning horizon.

CARL EARL:

Started out like any other day. Least, I think it did. I imagine I got up, had breakfast and kissed my wife on my way out the door because thats what I do every morning. But I honestly cant remember a thing before I saw the smoke and everything that happened after that well.

I wish I could forget it.

CARL EARL [PHONE] :

Yeah, my names Carl Earl and I just want to report a fire. Theres an abandoned schoolhouse off Milners Road and its all lit up. Its about three miles east of Cold Creek. I was just driving by and I noticed it. I pulled over to call. Its lookin pretty bad.

911 DISPATCHER [PHONE] :

Okay, Carl, were going to send someone out.

Are there any other people around? Anyone in need of assistance you can see?

CARL EARL [PHONE] :

Just me out here, far as I can tell, but I might not be close enough I could maybe get a little closer and see

911 DISPATCHER [PHONE] :

SirCarlplease stay clear of the fire. I need you to do that for me, all right?

CARL EARL [PHONE] :

Oh, yeah, noI wasnt going to

CARL EARL:

So I did as I was told, even though a part of me wanted to play hero. Im still not sure what compelled me to stick around because I couldnt afford to miss the work, but I stayed til the cops and the firemen came. I watched em go at it until the flames were under control and thats when I noticed just beyond the schoolhouse there, I sawI was the, uhI was the one that saw her first.

WEST McCRAY:

The body of Mattie Southern was discovered between the burning schoolhouse and the apple orchard, just out of sight. Shed been reported missing three days earlier and here she was, found.

Dead.

Ive decided the gruesome details of what was uncovered in that orchard will not be a part of this show. While the murder, the crime, might have captured your initial interest, its violence and brutality do not exist for your entertainmentso please dont ask us. The details of this case are easy enough to find online. In my opinion, you only really need to know two things.