True crime and trial opinions from a layman's perspective
Two years, countless hours and endless conversations. As armchair detectives and avid trial watchers we’ve picked apart the evidence, passed judgement on the key players, debated the motive and lamented over testimony. But at some point in a quiet moment throughout the course of these trials, there’s always a time we finally let our minds wander. We consider all we have learned and like the jolting memory of a nightmare past, we let the deadly scene play out in our heads…
Past the Prius parked idly in a locked garage, to an office with a dark laptop save for one flashing light. Up the stairs there’s an empty media room once brimming with friends, through a set of stark white, double doors… we find two people entangled in the most hideous way…
This excerpt from Audacity is a snapshot of the vision that Nick and I share for the events of June 4th…
“I have no reason to hold anything back at this point, nor do I want to go to my grave having withheld anything that might help you piece some things together. It’s no longer about me and the things I don’t want you all to know. You deserve to know.” – Jodi’s letter to the Alexander family, July 28, 2008
Tired after the long drive Jodi pulls onto Travis’ street under the cover of night. She parks in the driveway and grabs a small overnight bag. The rear number plate of her hired car is upside down. The front plate is missing entirely. She kills the lights, and the dark haired huntress walks to the front door. The man inside the house is watching a Daft Punk video on his computer in his office. He knows Jodi is coming. She’ll stay a few hours, they’ll have some fun and she’ll be off to Utah.
Travis answers the door and Naps rushes out. The dog is a handy distraction from the tension that’s been brewing between Jodi and Travis the last few weeks. Jodi greets Naps and then quickly hugs Travis and kisses him on his neck.
“Hey, aren’t you gonna kiss me?” she says.
He kisses her on the mouth.
“Can I help you with your bag?”
“No, that’s Ok,” Jodi says sweetly.
“When I think of our relationship and the way things were, my heart begins to ache all over again. I miss those wonderful times. Why did it happen this way?”
“You’re probably wasted from driving all night. I know I’m wasted from stayin’up all night waiting for you,” he says, walking ahead of her.
“He makes me sad and miserable.”
As she walks behind him, watching him move up the stairs, Jodi wonders: Is this guy single, successful and spiritual? Or is this a phoney bullshitter who sells legal services to people who can’t afford lawyers? He can’t even afford to hold onto his own car. He’s a demon who preys on the weak. And demons must be destroyed…
“The last few days I’ve only felt bitter resentment toward him between the indifference and the pain.”
He loved Prepaid Legal because it was going to help him fulfil his dreams (except that wasn’t true). Prepaid sucked up her time, and gave nothing back, just as Travis sucked up her time, and what did she have to show for it? 10 years after dropping out of school, what did she have to show for it?
“I’m tired of disappointment. I’m so ready to live a full life.”
Travis has it all, of course. He’s found his home, he’s on the verge of a happily ever after, and Jodi wants it too. It’s a life she’s been working towards, waiting on, for ten years. And she found it with Travis, but then lost it. Because he treated her like a doormat and then when he got what he wanted, he’d thrown it away. He’d thrown her away. He treated women like garbage for his own pleasure. He wanted them whenever it suited him, and once he’d gotten his fill, cast them aside like garbage.
“Remember that your thoughts are the primary cause of everything.” ― Rhonda Byrne, The Secret
“Poor guy. It must be difficult to have to juggle all of those different girls, keeping one separate from another.”
Travis. Dear Travis. My darling, two-timing bullshitter. A pervert. One thing to the world, another thing to me. I’m his dirty little secret, and what is he to me? My curse. My burden.
The resentment stews in her belly so strongly now it burns. She can almost taste the bile in her mouth.
Travis is saying something to her, but she can’t hear.
“Oh, my hair,” she giggles, “yeah, I thought you’d like it. I did it for you”
“Why don’t you put it in braids for me and then I’ll bend you over and give your ass a good pounding.”
“Let’s sleep first, I’m tired. Aren’t you tired?”
“Yeah, I’m pretty beat. Did you get the KY?”
Jodi holds it out to him.
“That’s my naughty little schoolgirl.”
The murderess lays there silently, pretending she’s asleep.
“Sometimes I feel so broken that I can’t even cry. Other times I feel so broken that all I can do is cry.”
Travis’ bed is soft and comfortable. This would have been her bed, her home, if he wasn’t such a hyprocrite. Hell, a few months ago this was her home.
“I go from one end of the spectrum, where I feel afraid, to the other, where a tremendous peace comes over me”…
Audacity is available on Amazon