A voice on an open phone line, captured by chance, unaware it’s being recorded. This is not a confession, not a dramatization. It is the sound of a crime in progress.
Near Edmonton, Alberta, a nineteen-year-old named Amber Tuccaro makes a call to a friend during a ride on a late-summer evening. The line stays open. Through the thrum of road noise and the steady tick of a turn signal, a man’s v...
