Three years ago, a woman turned another human being's suffering into a livestream. People watched, laughed, sent gifts, and paid to keep watching. Then the police came through the door, she reached over, and shut the camera off. The Coliseum went dark.

I promised you two things at the end of Part One: I'd get the records, and I said there was something waiting on the other side of this story so karmic I could barely believe I was looking at the same people. Well, we got the records. And the aftermath is insane.

Two summary offenses. $678.50. A baby named Summer. An "autism mom." A bus stop. A $2,000 loan that became a slot. And one little word I made you carry in your back pocket the whole time: karma.

This is Investigation Chancla, where we're nosy but nuanced. We don't just ask what happened. We ask what the hell is going on,  ...