Nancy Drew

Hello,Premeditated podcast listeners.

Have you ever heard of Joe Kelsey?

That was the name given to a European immigrant

after World War II.

Joe spoke no English, had no family and no friends,

but in 1950, he landed a job in a Poughkeepsie factory,

where a watchman was killed in a robbery.

Joe confessed to the murder.

He was executed in the electric chair,

leaving behind zero trace of his existence

except for one box of evidence.

I tracked that box through federal,

state and local warehouses,

till it ended up in government storage

near Horseshoe Bay, Maine,

where as fate would have it,

a listener of thisPremeditated pod

with municipal connections has promised

to deliver me that box.

In exchange, I'll be telling this young woman

everything I've ever unearthed about the Frozen Hearts Killer,

who-- as I have frequently predicted--

recently resurfaced.

It's all going down live at DetectiveCon

in Portland, Maine.

Featuring yours truly, Laci McAllister.

So mash that button or just come and find me.

I am so glad we're going on this road trip.

You're fired up for DetectiveCon?

Personally,

I am not looking forward to a bunch of

cosplaying Sherlock Holmeses pointing

their magnifying glasses at me.

But if we want to catch the Frozen Hearts Killer,

this is a trade we have to make.

Didn't I recently see you giving a press conference?

I mean, what's the point of all this PR

if you can't bask in the adulation of your people?

The only people that I have are from Horseshoe Bay.

Not to, you know, dampen

your shocking enthusiasm you have for DetectiveCon.

Nah. DetectiveCon can bite the entirety of my butt.

I'm just stoked to go anywhere where I don't have

to think about having Odette's spirit trapped

in my subconscious,

or anywhere where Nick isn't stressing me out.

Everything okay?No, everything's fine.

Just sometimes the best way to support someone you love

is to give them the space to do their thing,

with their endless last-minute

youth center-opening to-do lists.

Woo-hoo, DetectiveCon.

What do you think Laci McAllister thinks

she's gonna find in here?

Joe Kelsey's crime and execution is a closed case.

Not our problem.

It's just our ticket to getting her to tell us

the Frozen Hearts Killer's identity confidentially,

without podcasting about it,

which could send the killer into hiding.

If she has all this information,

why hasn't she gone to the police?

She tried.

Turns out, when you keep claiming to solve

another unsolvable crime without actually solving it,

law enforcement stops trusting you.

I don't think the podcast lady wants you poking through that.

It's just that the tape is...

the tape is alr-- is already loose.

They ditched us.

We-We've been ditched.

They did not ditch us.

Your fiancée yelled, "Winter of George,"

and then jumped into the backseat

with her feet out the window.

Yeah, 'cause George and I both realized

I was stressing her out, and it'd be better

if I just took this down the homestretch without her.

And Nancy probably assumed you had your own stuff going on.

Yeah, well, that's not accurate.

Are you sure you haven't seen my youth center list?

It was on a, uh, a yellow legal pad

and had things on it like, uh, delivery details

and contact info for my new STEM hire.

It did not have "waste morning

looking for the list" on it.Okay. Easy.

You know what, I'm starting to understand George's motivation.

I'm supposed to open tomorrow, Bess.

I can't mess this up.

There are kids who need me not to mess this up.

Why didn't I take a picture of it on my phone?

: Or you could've just written it on your phone.

Um, have you check yesterday's jeans?

That's it. Yesterday's jeans.

: Look at us.

Oh, no, wait, wait, wait.

Do-do you want me to come with you to the youth center?

Oh, thanks, but no. I'm-I'm in the zone,

and I got my new staff member coming over to help me.

And so I'll just leave you to your, um, uh...

uh, yourself.

Yeah, I've got my own things to do, so...

The lid is really on there.

Yeah, 70 years' worth of people

with the good sense not to mess with it.

You know, it's not too late to leave it

the heck alone.

Ooh, ah.

And you don't. You never do.

Look at those boots.

These are all of Joe Kelsey's possessions.

Okay, that is moderately cool.

Can I see that watch?

"Vos-tok."

Vostok? Huh?

Soviet.

My zadiehas one his father gave him.

No way.

I think it's still ticking.

Built 'em different back then.

Is that dried blood?

Yeah, I think it's the murder weapon.

Let's see.

It's a police report.

Uh, and the original coroner's notes.

"Blunt force trauma to the right side of the skull.

Angle of impact indicates a downward attack from the rear."

Huh. Seems like somebody

who worked at the same factory as Joe Kelsey

tried to clear him.

But by then,

the police already had his full confession.

You guys smell something?

Electrical spark?

The heat is off.What does this do?

No.

Florence's panel looks all right.

What, is it outside?

Uh, no.

Ooh.

That's weird.

Florence, your slip is showing.

Ooh, we're losing power now.

Hold on, I'm gonna take the next exit.

Hold on.

Um, something's burning, you guys.

Something wrong with the wiring?

Oh! Oh, my God!

Come on, Florence.

What the hell was that?

I told you not to open that box.

Okay, what just happened tells us

that the items in the box are haunted.

By the ghost of a cold-blooded murderer

who was executed by the electric chair.

Or maybe he burned to death?

Electrocution can result in burns like that.

I saw it happen to Josh Dodd.

I'm sure it was a horrible way to die,

but why does the ghost want to take it out on Florence?

I've only got like half a bar.

We're gonna have to go up there.

Inside the nightmare factory?

How come you never take a vote?

Sorry, girl. We'll be right back.

No!

We're locked in.

Locked in? Are you kidding me?

Joe Kelsey's things went everywhere.

We should put the stuff back in the box.

There's more stuff up here.

How far did these things go?

Where did that coaster come from?

Well, if it isn't "glampy."

If it isn't my most tedious coffee date ever.

You stalk much?

I told you I wasn't interested.

And you're trailing mud on my rugs.

I did not come in here looking for you.

I'm looking for historical documentation

about former Passamaquoddy land in Horseshoe Bay,

specifically for this address.

Well, as a matter of fact,

you are looking for me.

In the absence of the woman who's normally in charge here,

I have recently began an internship

as a historical intern.

Great.

Suppose you absolutely need the electric kettle

to brew a cup of tea.

You know, thermal shock from overly hot water

can burn sensitive tea leaves.

I'm not one for reading tea leaves,

but maybe try being less sensitive.

If you want to check this out, I'm gonna need your name.

Abby, was it?

Addy. Soctomah.

Have this back to you by end of day.

And if I'm not here, then I guess

I'll just see you never.