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And something like that. >> this? >> I don’t know. That’s why I’m That’s why you’re here and that’s why we’re talking. Would you ever ask someone to do something like this? >> Not in a million years. >> Okay. Do you think someone would do this for your benefit without asking you? >> No. >> What good does it serve? >> I mean >> [music] >> Friday, July 18th, 2014.

Just after 11:00 in the morning and nothing about it feels out of the ordinary. In the quiet, tree-lined Betton Hills neighborhood of Tallahassee, Florida, 41-year-old Florida State University law professor Dan Markel is driving home. He’s just dropped his two young sons at daycare, hit the gym, and now he’s pulling into his driveway on Trescott Drive, phone to his ear, catching up with a friend like it’s any other Friday.

Then his voice changes. Hold on a second. There’s someone in my driveway I don’t recognize. His friend tells him, “Sure, go ahead.” And waits. Moments later, the line goes silent. The call is still connected. Dan Markel just never speaks again. Next door, James Geiger is sitting in his living room when a loud bang stops him cold.

 He looks out in time to catch a light-colored Toyota Prius flying backward out of Markel’s driveway and tearing off down the street. Something’s wrong. Geiger jogs over, half expecting a break-in. Instead, finds his neighbor slumped behind the wheel, engine running, barely breathing. He calls 911. >> 911, what’s your address here, Marion Street? >> Uh we heard a loud bang and a car pulled away from next door.

I came over and looked in and the driver’s window was up. And I thought the gentleman was backing out and I went back to the house, but he never backed out and I came back over and his window his his driver’s side window was shattered and he’s battered and can’t answer. He’s inside. I don’t know if somebody tried to shoot him or if he shot himself or what, I don’t know.

>> They didn’t send an ambulance already. >> For a moment, it looks like a robbery gone wrong, but nothing’s missing. No forced entry, just a Harvard-educated law professor shot twice in broad daylight in his own garage for a reason nobody can explain yet. He shocked all of us. This is a terrible tragedy.

 Police have yet to name a suspect. That Prius Geiger saw speeding off, it’s about to become the one loose thread that unravels everything, because this is no random act. It’s the opening move in a murder-for-hire conspiracy stretching from Florida’s capital straight down to Miami, and into one of the state’s wealthiest families.

 It will take investigators over a decade to prove it. Before we get into how it all unraveled, drop a comment and let us know where you’re watching from. And if true crime documentaries like this one are your thing, go ahead and hit subscribe, because there’s a lot more where this came from. Daniel Eric Markel was born on October 9th, 1972, and raised in Toronto in a close-knit Jewish family, the son of Ruth and Phil Markel, brother to his sister Shelley.

 Even as a kid, people described him as relentlessly energetic. By high school, that energy had turned into ambition, and it was pointed straight at the United States. He got into Harvard for undergrad, studying politics and philosophy, then stayed on for law school. In between, he spent time in Israel on a fellowship, studying at Hebrew University in Jerusalem, and picked up a master’s in political theory from Emmanuel College, Cambridge.

 In 2001, he graduated Harvard Law magna [ __ ] laude. From there, he clerked for Judge Michael Daly Hawkins on the US Court of Appeals for the Ninth Circuit, then practiced white-collar criminal defense at Kellogg Huber, a top firm in Washington, D.C. In 2005, at 32 years old, Markel landed exactly where he wanted to be, on the faculty at Florida State University’s College of Law.

And once he got there, he thrived. He became one of the most prolific voices in his field, co-founding Profs Blog, a legal blog so widely read it turned Markel into a kind of intellectual center of gravity for law professors across the country. It was also around this time that he met Wendi Adelson through JDate, a Jewish dating site.

She was a law student at the University of Miami, 7 years younger than him, from a well-off Jewish family in South Florida whose parents ran a dental practice north of Miami. On February 26, 2006, they married in Boca Raton, a wedding big enough to land an announcement in the New York Times. Wendi moved to Tallahassee and joined the FSU law faculty herself.

 Their first son, Benjamin, was born in 2009. Their second, Lincoln, followed in 2010. From the outside, it looked exactly like the kind of life people spend years trying to build. But the marriage Dan had built wasn’t holding. Wendi had never taken to Tallahassee. She found it small, disconnected from the tight-knit family she’d grown up in back in South Florida.

By 2012, 6 years into the marriage, things had cracked for good. That September, while Dan was away on a work trip, Wendi packed up the house, furniture, kids, even the contents of their safety deposit box, and left. No warning, no note. Dan came home to a half-empty house and found the divorce papers sitting on the bed.

 He later called it, in his own words, his Pearl Harbor. For weeks, he didn’t even know where his sons were. He eventually found out Wendi had taken Benjamin and Lincoln to her parents’ place in Coral Springs, hundreds of miles south, with no intention of coming back. So, Dan did what he always did. He fought it through the system, and he won.

A judge blocked Wendi from relocating the boys, keeping them in Tallahassee, in Leon County, and keeping Dan fully in their lives. To the Adelsons, that ruling was the wall standing between them and the life they wanted in South Florida. At one point, Donna even floated paying Dan to walk away.

 A payout as high as a million dollars split between her and Charlie. Whatever came of that plan, it changed nothing. Dan’s custodial rights stood. By 2014, he was finally coming out the other side of it. Even seeing someone new. And I said, “You have a girlfriend now. You’re smiling a lot. You have to start celebrating those things and walk away from this negativity.

” A friend who saw him just weeks before he died said he was rebuilding his life after a really, really difficult period. Happier than he’d been in a long time. He had no idea a decision had already been made about how his story would end. Dan never woke up. He was rushed to the hospital, but the damage was too severe.

He never regained consciousness and by the next day, he was gone. That same afternoon, police brought Wendy Adelson in for questioning. >> Uh there was a shooting at uh your home or your your ex-husband’s home at 216 Trescott. Okay. Um your husband your ex-husband, excuse me, Daniel, uh has been taken to the hospital.

Um he’s not going to survive. >> Oh my god. >> Okay? >> She seemed shaken and grieving, but one detail in her at the interview stuck with investigators. She told them it was always his joke her brother Charlie’s joke that he looked into hiring a hit man to deal with Dan, but bought her a TV instead because it was cheaper.

 It was a joke. Investigators weren’t so sure. >> I saw something like this. I don’t know. That’s why I’m That’s why you’re here. That’s why we’re talking. Would you ever ask someone to do something like this? >> Not in a million years. >> Okay. Do you think someone would do this for your benefit without asking you? >> No.

>> What good does it serve? >> I mean my brother um the one whose name is Charlie, the one I’m really close to, he makes a lot of jokes about taste and it was a joke he made. He bought the TV for me this morning that got broken and I was talking to him about whether it made sense to pay to fix it or whether I should get a new one and it was always his joke that like he knew Danny treated me badly and it was always his joke.

 He said I I you know, I looked into hiring a hitman and it was cheaper to get you this TV so instead I got you this TV. Um I mean he would never >> Charlie Adelson, Wendy’s older brother, was a periodontist who worked alongside their father at the family’s dental practice in South Florida. And he was close with both his mother, Donna, and his sister.

By late 2013, records would later show Charlie was already in contact with a woman named Katherine Magbanua, asking how to make Dan disappear. Magbanua was Charlie’s on-and-off girlfriend and separately the mother of two young children with another man, Sigfredo Garcia. Here’s the thing that makes this case so hard to sit with.

 The motive wasn’t money and it wasn’t rage. It was geography. The Adelsons wanted Wendy sent and the boys 500 miles closer to home in South Florida and Dan’s custody rights were the only thing standing in the way. So, according to what five separate trials would go on to prove, they decided to remove him from the equation entirely.

 Call it a custody dispute turned deadly if you want. That’s technically true. But it undersells what actually happened. A family that treated a father’s legal right to see his own kids as a problem to be solved and paid people to solve it. This wasn’t rage in the moment. It was planned, financed, and set in motion at least 9 months before the trigger was ever pulled.

His determination to stay in his sons’ lives became central to the prosecution’s theory of motive, and they’re the ones who grew up without him. To actually pull this off, Charlie and Magbanua needed muscle. So, Garcia brought in someone he trusted completely. His long-time friend, Luis Rivera, a known figure in Miami’s Latin Kings gang. This wasn’t a job for one person.

It needed a driver and a shooter, someone to case the target, and someone to pull the trigger. Rivera had both the connections and the stomach for it. As for paying for it all, the money moved through a place nobody would think to check. The Adelson family’s own dental office. Donna Adelson kept the books there, and starting a few months after the murder, she began signing checks to Katherine Magbanua, 44 of them in total, stretching all the way to April 2016.

Magbanua had no title, no job description, no hours on record, just a name on the payroll and a signature that traced straight back to Donna. But, before any money changed hands, there was reconnaissance to do. In early June 2014, Garcia and Rivera made their first trip north to Tallahassee, arriving on the 4th, gone by the 6th.

They rented a Toyota Prius, checked into a cheap motel, and quietly studied Dan Markel’s routine, where he went each morning, what time, which roads he drove. Then, they packed up and drove back to South Florida without pulling the trigger. Six weeks later, they’d be back. And this time, they had no intention of leaving without finishing what they came to do.

By July 17th, Garcia and Rivera were back in Tallahassee, checked into a cheap motel on West Tennessee Street. The next morning, Friday, July 18th, Dan started his day like any other. Daycare drop-off just before 9:00. Then, a workout at Premier Health and Fitness Center on Miccosukee Boulevard, where surveillance cameras caught him pulling in at 9:12, with a green Toyota Prius rolling in right behind him.

 Dan had no idea he was being watched. At 10:38, he walked out of the gym and pointed his car toward Thomasville Road. The Prius pulled out right after him. Traffic cameras and a city buses dash cam picked up both vehicles, one trailing the other, all the way into the quiet streets of Betton Hills. By the time Dan turned onto Trescott Drive, the Prius was still right there.

We already know what happened next. What the autopsy later confirmed was that Dan had been shot twice at close range in a neighborhood where, honestly, nobody locks their doors. No struggle, no forced entry, nothing stolen, just a man ambushed in his own garage in broad daylight. James Geiger’s 911 call went out at 11:02.

And in one more gut punch for a family already living a nightmare, a later investigation would find the ambulance took almost 20 minutes to actually arrive. Dan Markel never woke up. He was pronounced dead the following morning, July 19th, 2014. He was 41 years old. About an hour and a half after the shooting, Sigfredo Garcia made his first phone call.

 Not to 911, not to anyone innocent, to Katherine Magbanua. For the rest of that day, phone records would later show a steady back and forth. Magbanua and Garcia, over and over, and Magbanua and Charlie Adelson calling each other again and again through the afternoon and into the night. That night, Magbanua drove to Charlie’s house in South Florida.

 She wasn’t there to grieve. She was there to get paid. Charlie told her his parents had just left. What he handed her was a stack of cash, and it was damp, almost moldy, like it had been run under water. Magbanua would later say Donna had physically washed the bills before they ever reached her hands. 500 miles north, back in Tallahassee, homicide detectives had almost nothing to go on.

Dan Markel didn’t have enemies, at least none anyone could name. Nothing had been stolen from his car or his house. On paper, it made no sense. A beloved professor gunned down for for reason anyone could find. Within days, police had a tip line running. What they didn’t have yet was a name, just a grainy image of a car, and 2 years of work still ahead of them.

What they did have was that Prius caught on camera again and again, and one small detail that would crack the whole thing open. The car had a SunPass transponder mounted on the windshield. Back in 2014, Tallahassee barely had toll roads. A SunPass up there was a practically a signature.

 Whoever was driving that car came from somewhere else, South Florida most likely. Investigators chased that lead for almost 2 years. It wasn’t fast, and it wasn’t glamorous, just records request after records request. But in 2016, it finally paid off. The SunPass data led straight to a rental car lot in Miami, and the paperwork named two men, Sigfredo Garcia and Luis Rivera.

Garcia even turned up on a bank camera withdrawing cash from an ATM in Pembroke Pines, wearing the same white long-sleeved shirt standing next to the same Prius. Around the same time, an unnamed witness came forward with something investigators couldn’t ignore. A memory of a Tallahassee motel meeting with Garcia and Rivera back in June 2014, a full month before the murder.

In that meeting, the witness said, “Rivera had a revolver.” The same type of gun investigators believe was used to kill Dan Markel. Two names, a car, a gun. By the spring of 2016, investigators finally knew who’d pulled the trigger. What they still didn’t know was who’d ordered it. By April 2016, investigators knew who was involved.

 They just didn’t have enough to prove it in court. So, the FBI decided to shake the tree. They sent an undercover agent to find Donna Adelson outside her Miami condo, posing as someone connected to Luis Rivera. He handed her a printed news article about Dan’s murder with $5,000 scrawled on it by hand and a phone number. And he dropped Katherine McBanua’s nickname, Katie, into the conversation, just enough to make it sound like he knew things he shouldn’t.

 Donna told him she had no idea what he was talking about. But the second he walked away, her first call wasn’t to a lawyer, it was to Charlie. She told him she needed to talk in person, not on the phone, about some paperwork that had just been hand-delivered to her. When Charlie pressed her on what the man actually wanted, Donna didn’t say murder. She didn’t even say money.

She said, “This TV was probably about five.” $5,000. The same code word Charlie had once used as a joke to his sister, years before Dan was even killed. Except this wasn’t a joke anymore. It was shorthand two people reached for instantly, without hesitation, like they’d used it a hundred times before. That’s not how people talk when they’re afraid of getting caught.

 That’s how people talk when they believe, right up until that moment that they’d already gotten away with it. That one a phone call set off a chain reaction. Charlie calling McBanua. McBanua trying to figure out who this mystery man even was. Everyone circling back through the family, scrambling to contain something that had just cracked open again.

The next day, Charlie sat down with Katherine McBanua at Dolce Vita, a restaurant in Miami. He didn’t know an FBI recording device was running the entire time. The conversation that came out of that lunch is chilling. Charlie working through out loud whether the man who’d approached his mother was law enforcement or just a random extortionist.

 At one point, he said something that would look almost prophetic seven years later. “If they had any evidence, we would have already gone to the airport.” He wasn’t wrong to be paranoid, he just had the timeline backwards. Unfortunately for prosecutors, that recording was nearly useless at first. A crowded restaurant, overlapping voices, too much background noise to make out clearly.

 It would take years of audio forensics before investigators could clean it up enough to actually use in court. Still, by the spring of 2016, the FBI had rattled the family enough to move. On May 25th, Sigfredo Garcia was arrested and charged with first-degree murder. Weeks later, Luis Rivera, already sitting in federal prison on an unrelated charge, was named as his co-defendant and extradited to Tallahassee.

After nearly 2 years of dead ends, investigators finally had two men in custody. What they needed now was for one of them to talk. Luis Rivera didn’t bother fighting the case. Within months of his arrest, he cut a deal. Guilty to second-degree murder, 19 years, in exchange for full cooperation and testimony against everyone else involved. And he talked.

He laid out the entire structure for investigators. The rented Prius, the motel stays, both trips up to Tallahassee, how the money was supposed to move once the job was done. As for the why, Rivera’s answer was almost anticlimactic. As he understood it from Garcia, the job was simple. The lady wants her two kids back.

He always maintained he had no idea anyone was actually going to die. That October, Katherine Magbanua was arrested, too, charged with first-degree murder. So, now there were two men in custody, one of them cooperating fully, and a woman charged as the link between the hit men and the family that hired them.

And yet, the people prosecutors believed had actually ordered the killing, Charlie Adelson still hadn’t been touched. It would be 3 more years before any of them saw the inside of a courtroom. 5 years after the murder, the case finally reached a jury. In September 2019, Garcia and Magbanua was to trial together in Tallahassee.

Prosecutors spent weeks laying out everything they had. Phone records, SunPass logs, surveillance footage, Rivera’s confession, the sketchy payroll checks, and a timeline of calls made the very day of the murder. Garcia tried to explain away where he’d been on July 18th, 2014. Nobody bought it.

 The evidence putting him in Tallahassee that morning was overwhelming. On October 11th, 2019, the jury didn’t need long. Guilty, first-degree murder, conspiracy to commit murder. Four days later, a judge handed down life in prison without parole, plus 30 more years for the conspiracy charge. Magbanua’s case went differently. The same jury that convicted Garcia couldn’t agree on her.

 10 jurors wanted to convict, two wouldn’t budge. The judge declared a mistrial. She would have faced a jury again until May 2022. And this time, Rivera didn’t hold back. He walked jurors through the entire operation in detail, who set it up, how the cash moved, what was said in the hours before the killing. On May 27th, 2022, the jury came back with a guilty verdict, first-degree murder, conspiracy, and solicitation.

By the end of July, Magbanua had been sentenced to life without parole, plus two more 30-year sentences stacked one on top of the other. Two people down, two more to go. And they were the two prosecutors believed had ordered it all in the first place. Charlie Adelson wasn’t indicted until April 20th, 2022, almost eight years after Dan was killed.

Police picked him up days later. His trial finally started on October 23rd, 2023, and prosecutors came in with everything they had. Phone records placed Charlie in constant contact with Magbanua, Garcia, and his mother on the day of the murder. Jurors heard the 2016 recordings from right after the FBI’s bump, Charlie and Donna scrambling in code.

And they heard from Magbanua herself, now years into her own life sentence, who testified that back before the murder, whenever she and Charlie discussed the plan, he’d step out of the room to call his mother. On the stand, she repeated the same story from the night of the killing, Charlie telling her his parents had just left, and the money he handed her damp and moldy from being washed.

 Then came the Dolce Vita recording again, finally clear enough for the jury to hear in full. In it, Charlie can be heard essentially daring investigators to charge him. Reasoning out loud that since they hadn’t used his name yet, they probably didn’t know as much as they were pretending to. On November 6th, 2023, the jury found Charlie Adelson guilty on all three counts.

First-degree murder, conspiracy, and solicitation. A little over a month later, on December 12th, he was sentenced to life without parole plus 60 more years. 30 a piece for conspiracy and solicitation, stacked one after the other. He would spend the rest of his life in prison. And within days, the family would show investigators exactly how far they were willing to go to avoid the same fate.

Just a week after Charlie’s conviction, Donna and her husband Harvey packed their bags for Vietnam. A country with no extradition treaty with the United States. They’d booked one-way tickets routed through Dubai. They almost made it. On November 13th, 2023, Donna Adelson was arrested right on the jet bridge at Miami International Airport, seconds from boarding.

 Harvey was standing next to her. He wasn’t arrested. He’s never been charged with anything. Prosecutors later revealed that in the days after Charlie’s guilty verdict, Donna had been on the phone with him, talking about getting her affairs in order, setting up trusts, making sure her grandkids would be looked after. She’d even discussed in in those calls the idea of fleeing the country or worse.

She was charged with the same three counts that had just sent her son away for life. First-degree murder, conspiracy, and solicitation to commit murder. She pleaded not guilty. And then, for nearly two more years, the case sat. Delayed, postponed, pushed back again while a grandmother once accustomed to a life of Miami luxury waited to find out if she’d be the last piece of this puzzle to fall into place.

At Donna’s trial, prosecutors pulled together everything from the previous decade. The enhanced Dolce Vita recording, the FBI’s bump. Katherine Magbanua took the stand again, this time against Donna directly, walking through the damp money in the empty house one more time. But some of the most damning testimony came from an unlikely place.

 Two women who’d shared a cell block with Donna. One of them, Patricia Byrd, testified that when she flat out asked Donna if she’d actually done it, Donna said yes. And added it was to keep her grandkids. And that it wasn’t supposed to go that far. Byrd said Donna offered her land, a trailer, and free dental work in exchange for testimony that would help her case.

Another inmate who Donna had taken to calling her jail daughter, said Donna promised her $10,000, a grand piano, and commissary money to memorize a script of false answers. On September 4th, 2025, just over 11 years after Dan was shot in his own driveway, the jury convicted Donna on all three counts: first-degree murder, conspiracy, and solicitation.

At sentencing, she spoke for herself for the first time in the entire case. She called Dan a fine and decent man and a devoted father. Then she pivoted hard, insisting she was innocent and that the whole trial had been a miscarriage of justice. Judge Steven Everett cut her off more than once, telling her the statement showed an utter lack of remorse.

On October 13th, 2025, he sentenced her to life without parole plus 30 more years consecutive. Five people, 11 years, one family, five people, one murder set 11 years to get there. This case never broke wide open. It cracked slowly, piece by piece, from a toll transponder to a forgotten motel receipt to 6 years of waiting for audio technology to catch up to a recording made in a loud restaurant.

That’s genuinely what it takes to untangle a murder-for-hire plot when the people who ordered it never got anywhere near the crime scene. But somewhere in all of this, there’s a second story about what Dan’s family did with their grief. His mother, Ruth, spent years pushing Florida lawmakers for a change in the law.

In 2022, Governor Ron DeSantis signed what’s now known as the Marci Act. Legislation that lets grandparents petition for visitation when a parent has been found criminally or civilly responsible for the other parent’s death. It was written directly in response to what happened to Dan’s own sons. And it’s already made a real difference.

Not long after it passed, Wendy reached out, and Ruth and her husband got to see their grandsons again for the first time in years. Meanwhile, Dan’s friend, Jason Solomon, turned a small Facebook page into an entire organization, Justice for Dan, that grew to thousands of supporters. On the 10th anniversary of Dan’s murder, they launched an annual award in his name for law students and young scholars writing about criminal law theory, the exact kind of work Dan spent his career on.

Benjamin and Lincoln are teenagers now. Their father never got the chance to watch them grow up, but by every account, the time he did have with them, he made count. If you made it this far, you already know why this case still gets talked about more than a decade later. Hit like, drop your thoughts in the comments, and subscribe for more true crime documentaries.

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