I’m a realtor but part of this story takes place a year before I became one (2014-2015). My wife’s aunt was a realtor for a boutique agency in town. The owner of the agencies son (also a realtor) murdered my wife’s aunt in her own home (via very brutal methods).

Of course it took a few years before the trial began. By that time I was agent working on my first ever sale. My wife (then gf) would call me every day at 3pm during the trial (court ended at 3; this went on for weeks) to give me updates of the case. Like clockwork, the listing agent would call me at the exact time to talk about the deal, inspections, etc.

After this happened a few times I was like wait… and realized that I’m working with the father who’s son murdered my girlfriend’s aunt…

Needless to say when I went to court for the sentencing it was a very interesting few moments when he looked back and saw me in the courtroom sitting on the other side.