Deadly Betrayal

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A family of three tied up, each with a gun to their head, “Where's the money? Where's the fucking money?” one of the intruders yelled. A petrified daughter tortured and forced to listen to her parents being shot in cold blood. “I heard shots, like pops,” she told the 911 operator, “somebody's broke into our home, please, I need help!” Was this a home invasion? Or something else, more sinister, a deadly betrayal.

The real-life horror story that happened inside the Pan family home shocked their normally peaceful upscale Toronto neighborhood. The Pans were an example of an immigrant family. Hann and his wife, Bich Pan, fled from Vietnam to Canada after the U.S.-Vietnamese war to find a better life. Their daughter, Jennifer, was an Olympic-caliber figure skater, an award-winning pianist, and a straight A student.

The Pans worked their way up in this rags-to-riches story, now living in a beautiful home with luxury cars in the driveway. Was it these expensive items that lured three intruders with guns into their home on the night of November 8, 2010?

About the Author

Author Name : Alan R Warren

     Alan R. Warren is the Host of the Popular True Crime History Radio show 'House of Mystery' Heard in Seattle KKNW 1150 A.M. Alternative Talk Radio and Syndicated throughout the U.S. & Canada. Previously heard on KFNX 1100 A.M. Phoenix, and the Z Talk Radio Network. It can be Heard online many Different places from iTunes, YouTube , Tune-in, Stitcher Radio, IHeart Media/Spreaker , Podbay, Podomatic and at http://www.somethingweirdmedia.com/house-of-mystery/

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