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Vanessa Richardson
Hi, it's Vanessa Richardson. Crime House is home to the best true crime shows and you don't want to miss the latest episode of Murder True Crime Stories. Carter Roy is looking into the mysterious unsolved case of the Boy in the Box. In one of America's most haunting mysteries, the body of a young boy was discovered in a box in 1957. Join Carter Roy as he walks you through the story. Listen to and follow True Crime Stories every Tuesday and Thursday on Apple Podcasts, Sports Spotify, Amazon Music or wherever you listen to podcasts. This is Crime House. During the week of August 4, 1892, 32 year old Sunday school teacher Lizzie Borden was accused of hacking her father and stepmother to death with an axe. The brutality shocked the nation and so did her acquittal. More than a century later, in 2014, a Florida man named Derek Medina shot and killed his wife Jennifer Alfonso, and then posted a photo of her lifeless body on Facebook, making this week's theme Crimes of Passion foreign the show. I'm Vanessa Richardson. Every Monday we'll be revisiting notorious crimes from this week in history. From serial killers to mysterious disappearances or murders, every episode will explore stories that share a common theme. Each week we'll cover two stories, one further in the past and and one more rooted in the present here at Crime House. We know none of this would be possible without you, our community. Please support us by rating, reviewing and following Crime House the Show wherever you get your podcasts and for ad free and early access to Crime the Show plus exciting bonus content. Subscribe to Crime House on Apple Podcasts. This week's theme is Crimes of Passion will start Today's episode. In 1892, when Andrew and Abby Borden were found brutally murdered in their Massachusetts home, their daughter Lizzie quickly became the prime suspect and eventually the center of a 19th century media frenzy. Then we'll skip forward to 2014, when Derek Medina shot his wife Jennifer Alfonso in their Miami home and shared a photo of her body online. His disturbing digital confession sparked outrage and raised questions about how social media can amplify violence. Both cases shocked the public, not just because of their callousness and violence, but because of who committed them. These weren't strangers in the night. These were people who the victims had loved and trusted. And in the end, they used to used that trust to do something unimaginable.
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Vanessa Richardson
August 4, 1892 was a warm Thursday morning in Fall River, Massachusetts and at 92 Second street, the Borden family home stirred to life. Breakfast was simple bread, mutton and coffee. Around the table sat 69 year old Andrew Borden, a wealthy but frugal businessman, his second wife, 64 year old Abby, the family maid, Bridget Sullivan and John Morse, Andrew's brother in law who'd arrived the night before as a house guest. By 9am the group went their separate ways. John left to run errands, Andrew set off for his morning walk and Abby and Bridget started cleaning up. Upstairs somewhere was Lizzie Borden, Andrew's 32 year old daughter. But what she was doing or what she was planning was about to become the question of the century. Sometime in the next hour and a half, Abby went upstairs to tidy the guest bedroom that John was staying in. That was pretty unusual for her. Normally Lizzie or her older sister Emma, who also lived at home, handled that chore. But Emma was 15 miles away visiting friends and for reasons that remain unclear, Lizzy didn't do it. So Abby handled the task herself. Shortly before 11am Andrew got back from his walk. He tried the front door, but it was locked. Bridget came down to help, but she had trouble getting it open. As she fussed with the door, she heard laughter coming from upstairs. She thought it was Lizzy. Eventually they got the lock open. Once Andrew was inside, he asked where his wife was. Lizzie came downstairs and told him that Abby had gotten a note summoning her to visit a sick friend. Andrew took Lizzie's word for it. He shrugged off his coat and sprawled onto the sitting room couch to rest. Meanwhile, Bridget went up to her attic room to escape the heat and take a nap. About 20 minutes later, Lizzie screamed for Bridget. She cried out, come quick. Father's dead. Someone's come in and killed him. Bridget rushed downstairs. Andrew was slumped on the couch, his face unrecognizable. He'd been struck with a hatchet like weapon at least 10 times. One blow had split his eye in half, a sign that he'd likely been asleep when the attack began. Blood still dripped from the wounds. It was clear he'd only Been dead for minutes. Someone ran for help and police arrived a little after 11:15am by then, the family physician was already on the scene. He confirmed what was obvious. Andrew Borden was dead. When asked where Abby was, Lizzy repeated the story she'd already told. Abby had received a note that morning and gone to visit a sick friend. But then Lizzy said maybe Abby had come back home already, which would have been very strange. Surely if Abby had returned, she would be downstairs grieving over her husband's dead body. Even so, Lizzie suggested someone should go upstairs and check on her. And sure enough, that's where they found Abby. Face down in the guest room in a thick pool of blood. Unlike her husband, her body was cold and stiff, meaning she'd probably been dead for a few hours, which begged the question, how had no one in the house noticed? Investigators struggled to make sense of the crime scenes. Despite the violent nature of the murders, there was hardly any blood except on the victims themselves. No bloody footprints, no trail, and no murder weapon in sight. But eventually, in the basement, officers found a collection of axes and hatchets. And one stood out. A small hatchet head with a broken handle. It was covered in ash, but it almost looked deliberately done, as if someone had tried to make it look old and unused. But the break in the handle seemed fresh. It was likely the killer had used this hatchet to murder Andrew and Abby Borden. And yet, for some odd reason, the police didn't take it into evidence until the following day. The murders stunned the people of Fall River. They just seemed so senseless. There was no sign of forced entry, no valuables taken, no screams or fleeing suspects. No one knew why they'd happened. Police briefly focused on a Portuguese laborer who'd visited the Borden house that morning, asking Andrew for overdue wages. But ultimately, there was no evidence tying him to the murders. The attention soon turned back to the two people who'd been home during the murders, Lizzie and the maid, Bridget. But of the two, Lizzie had more motive. At first, she was treated gently. After all, she was a church going Sunday school teacher and these were her parents. But her story didn't hold up. She said she'd been in the barn when her father was killed, looking for fishing sinkers. However, when police checked the dusty loft, they didn't find any footprints. And there was no way to move up there without leaving them behind. Plus, there was Lizzy's demeanor. It was unnerving. She was too calm and cold. She hadn't cried at all, not a single tear for her dead Parents. And when she was initially questioned at the crime scene, Lizzie was quick to point out that Abby was not. Not her mother. She was her stepmother. Lizzy made it clear that their relationship had been distant at best. And yet authorities didn't search her for blood stains. They didn't even inspect her bedroom. She'd been given morphine to calm her nerves, which they figured might explain her confused and contradictory answers. Besides, a woman of her standing couldn't possibly be capable of such violence. But then came a troubling discovery. A local pharmacist told police that just one day before the murders, Lizzie had come into his store asking for prussic acid, a deadly poison. She said it was to clean her furs, but he'd sensed there was something off and refused to sell it to her. Tests on the milk in the Borden household and on Abby and Andrew's stomachs showed mill no poison in their system. But the story added weight to the growing suspicion that maybe Lizzie did have something to do with their deaths. And it wasn't long before she added to that notion. On the morning of August 6, 1982, two days after the murders, Lizzie's friend Alice Russell walked into the Borden's kitchen. She'd been staying at the house with Lizzie for comfort and support. But when she saw Lizzie that morning, she froze. She watched as Lizzie pulled a blue dress from a pantry shelf. A dress that looked remarkably like the one Lizzie had been wearing the morning of the murders, and proceeded to start cutting it up over the stove, then burning the pieces in a cast iron pan. When Lizzie noticed Alice, she explained that the dress had paint on it and was ruined. Since the dress was destroyed, investigators couldn't take a closer look. But the timing was impossible to ignore. And so was the way Lizzie got rid of it. Why be so methodical when she could have just thrown it in the trash? When Alice told the authorities what she'd seen, it seemed like a sure sign of Lizzie's guilt. The question no longer seemed to be whether Lizzie Borden had killed her parents, but. But why?
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Vanessa Richardson
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Vanessa Richardson
On August 4, 1892, 69 year old Andrew Borden and 64 year old Abby Borden were murdered in their home. And their daughter, 32 year old Lizzie Borden, quickly became the prime suspect. Just four days after the murders, Lizzie was called to testify at an inquest, a sort of formal inquiry into the investigation. She wasn't the only person summoned. So were the Borden's house guest, John Morse, the maid Bridget Sullivan, and Lizzie's sister Emma. But the focus was on Lizzie. She sat alone on the stand. She was still being given regular doses of morphine prescribed by her doctor to steady her nerves. It's impossible to know how much the drug influenced her answers, or if it was all an act. But what came out in that courtroom was strange, scattered and contradictory. Under questioning, she offered multiple versions of her whereabouts that morning when her father came home. And at one point she said she was reading in the kitchen. Then it was ironing in the dining room and then coming down the stairs. And the more the prosecutors pressed her, the more evasive she became. So the prosecutors turned to what they could control. Explaining her possible motive, they painted a picture of long, simmering resentment. Lizzie, they said, had grown bitter over her father's tight grip on his wealth. Despite being one of Fall River's richest men, Andrew Borden refused to move his family from their cramped home on Second street to the upscale mansions on the Hill. But with her father gone, Lizzie and her older sister Emma stood to inherit everything. A fortune that could allow them to live wherever they wanted. Prosecutors pressed Emma too, but she insisted there was no bad blood, especially not with their stepmother, Abby. Still, details emerged that contradicted that testimony. It turned out that the sisters called Abby Mrs. Borden, never mother. They believed Abby's family wanted their father's money and feared she might cut them out of their inheritance entirely. To the prosecution, it all added up. Resentment, greed and a chance to finally be free. It could make even a Sunday school teacher want to kill. After several days of testimony, the inquest concluded. The criminal magistrate ruled that there was in fact enough evidence to level charges against Lizzie. So on August 11, Lizzie was officially arrested for the murders of her father and stepmother. She would spend the next 10 months in jail, awaiting trial. Lizzy's inquest testimony was damning, but the jury would never review it. When her case went to trial the following summer, the new three justice panel ruled that her statements were inadmissible. She hadn't been properly advised of her rights and she hadn't been allowed a lawyer, the prosecution would need to argue it all over again. But they weren't concerned. They? Their case was simple. Lizzie had the means, the motive, the opportunity and absolutely no alibi. But proving her guilt beyond a reasonable doubt would turn out to be far more difficult than anticipated. Lizzie's trial began in June 1893 and from day one the courtroom was packed. The physical evidence was shaky. The supposed murder weapon was the hatchet head with a broken handle that they'd found in the Borden's basement. But it had never been tested for blood and the police hadn't checked Lizzie for stains the day of the murders. Then the prosecution tried introducing evidence from the autopsies. Andrew and Abby Borden's skulls had been preserved by the medical examiner and the prosecution decided to display them for the jury. But when they did, Lizzie fainted. The moment was dramatic. Reporters ate it up and it helped reinforce a central argument for the defense that Lizzie was too refined, too fragile to have committed such a savage crime. She wasn't a cold blooded killer. She was a genteel Victorian woman. The prosecution's case took another blow when the justices excluded included any testimony from the local pharmacist, the one who said Lizzie had tried to buy poison. The court ruled the evidence inadmissible because the poison had legitimate uses that were completely innocent. The courtroom drama had the public captivated and divided. To many, Lizzie's guilt seemed obvious. But to others it was unthinkable. A woman raised in a respectable, God fearing home was well bred and virtuous, couldn't possibly be capable of killing her father in cold blood. But it wasn't up to them. It was up to the jury. And when it was time to deliberate, they only needed an hour to reach a verdict. Not guilty. Lizzie let out a sharp cry and collapsed into her seat out of joy and relief. Afterwards, she said that the decision decision had made her the happiest woman in the world. But while the trial may have ended the debate over what really happened that August morning, never did. In the years since, theories have multiplied, each one casting the Borden house in a darker light. Some believed Lizzie killed Andrew and Abby while she was in a dissociative fugue, her mind fracturing under pressure. Others pointed to unspoken trauma, even abuse. Whispers that have no hard proof but still raise eyebrows. Crime writer Ed McBain imagined a scandalous forbidden relationship between Lizzy and the maid Bridget Sullivan. In that scenario, they were discovered by Abby and the murders happened in a sudden burst of violence. Lizzy's Uncle John. John Morse had also been debated as a possible suspect. He'd arrived at the Borden's house just a day before the murders and gave an alibi that was so rehearsed it felt staged. Over the years, other theories have pointed the finger at an alleged illegitimate son, at Emma Borden and even Bridget. According to one account, the Borden's maid confessed on her deathbed that she'd lied to protect Lizzie. Unfortunately for us, the truth never left that house. The lingering questions remain, and they always will. But one thing we do know is that two months after her acquittal, Lizzie and her sister moved to a grand Victorian house on the hill. The very place where they'd always wanted to live. And now, with their inheritance, they could. More than 130 years later, no one has been able to prove exactly what happened inside the Borden house that morning. But in some ways, the uncertainty is the story, the contradictions, the missing evidence, the shadow of Victorian repression. It all adds up to the enduring mystery of Lizzie Borden. Up next, a Florida man posts an alarming Facebook status only minutes after killing his wife. Lizzie Borden's murder trial shocked 19th century America and left a legacy of speculation and doubt. More than a century later, another murder would stun the public for very different reasons. This time the alleged killer wasn't a Sunday school teacher in a quiet New England town. He was a man obsessed with social media and was broadcasting his crime in real time. It was just after 10am on August 8, 2013, and nothing about the quiet South Miami townhouse seemed unusual. From the outside. The morning sun was out and the street was still. But inside, 31 year old Derek Medina and his 26 year old wife Jennifer Alfonso, were fighting again. That in itself wasn't new. Derek and Jennifer argued often and loudly. Their relationship had always been volatile, swinging between affection and fury. But this fight was wasn't going to end. Like the others, Derek was a property manager. But he thought of himself as more than that. He fancied himself an actor, an amateur boxer and an author. He'd self published several motivational ebooks such as How I Saved Someone's Life and Marriage and Family Problems Through Communication. He also had a YouTube channel and was constantly posting on Facebook. Facebook Online he projected a casual confidence, but in private, he was jealous, controlling and erratic. And he took that all out on his wife, Jennifer. They'd already been married and divorced once. They were now on their second attempt at marriage. And it wasn't going any better than the first time. Jennifer worked as A waitress at Denny's, she was a devoted mom to her 10 year old daughter from a previous relationship. She smiled, often, tried to keep the peace. But the full picture of her life and what she was enduring was kept hidden in the pages of her diary. She called it the mind of an insane woman. The early entries read like the thoughts of a strong, sharp, independent woman. But as time went on, her words grew darker. Jennifer berated herself constantly. She called herself a single sourpuss, fat, crazy. She worried about her appearance, whether she was keeping the house clean enough, whether she was making Derek happy. She wrote about their fights, their trust issues, the way he made her feel small. And she began to question whether they loved each other at all. In one entry, she described feeling extremely jealous when Derek looked at other women. She wrote the phrase, quote, quote, want to murder. But mostly she just seemed exhausted, lost in a relationship where everything seemed to revolve around keeping her husband calm. That Thursday morning, a small security camera mounted near their kitchen ceiling captured what would be the last moments of Jennifer Alfonso's life. The footage offered a wide angle view, almost like something out of a department store surveillance feed. It didn't pick up audio, it didn't capture every detail. But what it did show was chilling. The fight started upstairs, off camera. According to police reports, Jennifer threw a towel and a tube of mascara at Derek. That wasn't unusual, but then she said something that was. She told Derek she she was leaving him. Jennifer left her verbal grenade hanging in the air. Then she went downstairs to the kitchen. Maybe she thought it was over, just another fight in a house full of them. What was the worst he could do? After coming downstairs, Jennifer made breakfast for her 10 year old daughter. The security footage showed her standing at the sink washing dishes. Her daughter had just finished breakfast and gone upstairs. That was when Derek appeared in the frame. Jennifer turned to face him, startled. They got into some kind of argument that the camera didn't pick up. Then Derek disappeared from view. And when he came back, he was holding a gun. It wasn't visible in the footage, but it was in his hand. According to Derek's later statement, Jennifer grabbed a knife. He claimed she mocked him, called him names and dared him to shoot. He said he disarmed her and put the knife away in the drawer. But then she punched him again and again. And at that point he had no choice but to fight back. The camera didn't show Jennifer wielding a knife though, or throwing any punches. What it did show show was a sudden burst of motion, a puff of smoke, gunfire and Then Jennifer fell out of frame. There were eight shots in total. Derek had emptied the entire clip. It was a horrific act of domestic violence. But what Derek did next turned the murder into something else entirely. She. He took out his phone and he snapped a photo. Jennifer's body was slumped beneath the kitchen cabinets. She was wearing a black tank top and her face and arms were stre with blood. Her head rested against the cupboard doors. And then at 11:11am Derek made his next move. Not with a gun, but with a post. He uploaded the photo to Facebook to both his and her accounts. And above the image, he wrote a caption that read, RIP Jennifer Alfonso. I'm going to prison or death sentence for killing my wife. Love you guys, miss you guys. Take care Facebook people. You will see me in the news. My wife was punching me me and I am not going to stand anymore with the abuse. So I did what I did. I hope you understand me. When Jennifer's friends opened their phones that morning, they thought it was a horrible joke or a hack. It had to be. But then the comments started rolling in. The post was shared, screenshots spread. And slowly the truth settled in. This was real. Facebook removed Derek's profile about five hours later. But the post had already been shared thousands of times. The media dubbed him the Facebook Killer. The camera had captured the act. The post had made it unforgettable. On August 8, 2013, 31 year old Derek Medina fatally shot his 26 year old wife, Jennifer Alfonso. Then he posted a photo of her dead body on Facebook. It didn't take long for news of the murder to spread. First among family and friends, then across Miami and around the world. But before the headlines or the hashtags, before anyone knew what to do to make of what they'd seen online, Derek walked into the South Miami Police Department, approached the front desk and calmly told the officer on duty that he just shot his wife. Within minutes, officers were at the townhouse. In the kitchen they found Jennifer's body. She'd been shot eight times and her 10 year old daughter was still home. Home. She'd assumed the gunshots were kitchen items getting thrown around. But Derek had left her upstairs when he'd gone to the station. Without any explanation, police quickly removed her from the scene, shielding her from the body in the kitchen and the chaos beginning to swirl outside. From there, the investigation moved quickly. There wasn't much mystery about who pulled the trigger. The only real question was why. Detectives obtained a search warrant for the townhouse. They collected two cell phones, three computers and an iPad While they combed through the digital trails Derek had left behind, other investigators questioned him in an interrogation room. Derek insisted he'd acted in self defense. He said Jennifer was unstable, that that she'd physically attacked him and had threatened him with a knife. He told detectives he only pulled the trigger because he believed she was going to kill him first. He also claimed that she'd written in her diary about wanting to murder him. And when detectives asked why he'd posted that graphic photo of her dead body to Facebook, he said it was to let family and friends know what had happened, to explain his side before the media twisted it. He insisted he wasn't being cruel or callous, just honest. But that story didn't match the evidence. Police soon interviewed Jennifer's co workers and friends. They described a woman trying to escape an emotionally abusive relationship. One co worker said Jennifer had shown up at work work with bruises. Another said she'd begged Jennifer to leave Derek, but Jennifer had kept swearing that Derek was going to change. There were signs of control and obsession on Derek's part. There were the surveillance cameras he put up in their own home, the fact that he knew her social media passwords, and he hadn't liked Jennifer working nights at Denny's. He would wait for her in the parking lot and traffic track her movements. Several people said he wouldn't even let her talk to others on the phone without listening in. And when Jennifer tried to assert herself, like that morning when she said she was leaving him, the consequences were fatal. Derek was charged with first degree murder. Prosecutors eventually downgraded that to second degree, but added on charges of ch, child neglect and illegal discharge of a firearm. When the trial began in 2015, more than two years after the murder, the courtroom was packed. Media outlets from across the country descended on Miami. People wanted to know the fate of the Facebook killer. Derek showed up to court clean shaven and composed. He wore a suit and sat upright and answering questions clearly. But prosecutors weren't fooled by his calm demeanor. Prosecutor Leah Klein made her argument clear from the start. This was a premeditated killing, a calculated act by a man who'd spent years controlling, gaslighting and isolating his wife. She told the jury that Jennifer had warned friends that Derek would kill her if she ever tried to leave and that he'd followed through with his threat. Then came the footage from Derek's own security camera. The texts between Jennifer and her friends, the diary entries, the chilling Facebook post. The prosecution argued that Derek hadn't just killed Jennifer. He also made sure the world saw what he'd done. Forensic pathologist Dr. Emma Liu told the jury that Jennifer had four wounds on her forearm which were consistent with her trying to hold up her arms to defend herself. She said Jennifer was probably low to the ground, possibly cowering when the fatal shots were fired. The defense tried to push back. They called their own expert, Dr. Michael Bodden, one of the high profile pathologists who testified in the O.J. simpson trial. Bodden said the trajectory of the bullets suggested Jennifer had been standing when the shooting began, not kneeling or cornered. To corroborate that conclusion, the defense painted Derek as a battered husband pushed to the brink. They said Jennifer had a temper and often sent angry texts. They tried to introduce instances where Jennifer had told a friend that she wanted to to rip Derek's face off. In another, she said she felt like she was about to explode. The defense tried to suggest that Jennifer was a drug user and she possibly even worshiped Satan. The judge wasn't having it, though. She ruled much of that so called evidence inadmissible, calling it irrelevant and inflammatory. It never made it in front of the jury. At one point, point, the defense tried to introduce a last minute blurry still from the surveillance footage that they said showed Jennifer holding a knife. But the image wasn't conclusive and the judge rejected it. She said the trial had been messy enough already. They didn't need to go down another rabbit hole. After a week of arguments, the jury went off to deliberate. And then on November 21st 5th, 2015, they came back with their decision. 33 year old Derek Medina was guilty of second degree murder as well as child neglect and illegally firing a weapon inside a dwelling. Shortly after, he was sentenced to life in prison. But the story didn't end there. In May 2024, 10 years after the killing, Derek began giving interviews from prison. He still insisted he was innocent. He said he'd feared for his life, that Jennifer had snapped that morning, that if he hadn't fired the gun, he'd be the one who was dead. And then he said, the line that would echo long after the interviews ended. He said, quote, I'm not the Facebook killer. I'm Derek Medina. The media has created a monster, and I'm not a monster. But outside the prison walls, few were convinced. Jennifer's mother said the interviews made her sick, that all Derek was doing was blaming her daughter again. To her, he wasn't misunderstood. He was dangerous. He had brutally killed her daughter. And then he had turned it into a message. A legacy of pain that spread from one Florida kitchen to screens around the world. Derek's post and how fast it spread became a warning of what can happen when digital tools are used to amplify real world violence, a grotesque example of the worst kind of overshare. But for Jennifer's family, and for advocates working to end domestic violence, the focus remains on her. On a young mother who tried to leave, who tried to live, and whose life was stolen by a man who couldn't let go and who made her final moments into a spectacle the world couldn't unsee. Lizzie Borden and Derek Medina lived more than a century apart, but both became infamous for the same reason, a brutal, intimate act of violence that shocked the people closest to them, then captivated the public. One allegedly wielded a hatchet, the other a gun and a smartphone. These were crimes not just of passion, but of power in families where tension simmered just beneath the surface until it finally boiled over. Because that's what crimes of passion really are. A collision between love and rage, affection and control. And whether it ends in whispered gossip or a viral Facebook post, the damage is always lasting and almost always done to to someone who never saw it coming. Thanks so much for listening. I'm Vanessa Richardson and this is Crime House the Show. The show is a Crime House original. Powered by Pave Studios. At Crime Crime House, we want to express our gratitude to you, our community, for making this possible. Please support us by rating, reviewing and following Crime House the Show. Wherever you get your podcasts, your feedback truly matters. And for ad free and early access to Crime House the Show plus exciting bonus content, subscribe to Crime House plus on Apple Podcasts. We'll be back next Monday. Crime House the Show is hosted by me, Vanessa Richardson, and is a Crime House original. Powered by Pave Studios. This episode was brought to life by the Crime House the Show team. Max Cutler, Ron Shapiro, Alex Benidon, Natalie Pertzovsky, Lori Marinelli, Sarah Camp, Alex Burns, Hania Saeed, and Michael Langsner. Thank you for listening.
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Vanessa Richardson
From our Crime House slate of shows? Don't miss Murder True Crime Stories. Carter Roy is looking into one of the most haunting, mysterious, unsolved cases, the Boy in the Box. Listen to and follow Murder True Crime Stories every Tuesday and Thursday on Apple Podcasts, Spotify, Amazon Music, or wherever you listen to podcasts.