Sword and Scale - Episode 203

Episode Date: November 29, 2021

An early morning car accident would send the Boise PD reeling for answers. With two dead on the scene they still had to explain an unrelated homicide. The frightening sight was the culmination of years of abuse in the name of love. A history of domestic disputes that ended deadly in one of the most unimaginable ways possible.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

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Just do it now. Alrighty then, that's enough. Merry Christmas. And I mean this from the bottom of my heart, if there is one. May all the good things of the earth come your way in years to come, and God bless you. ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ‿ʻ� Life is a delicate balance between peaceful calm and unabashed chaos. From the smallest instance in our physical ecosystem to the grandest scale of global weather, even inside all of us, there is a war between opposing forces. They constantly twist and turn, seeking equilibrium, but never achieving it, never resting. If the scale tips to either side a little too far,

an abrupt and violent correction is made, such as the nature of the world we live in, such as the nature of ourselves. Our story today looks into the struggle for balance in life. Our story today looks into the struggle for balance in life. The delicate balance between good and evil. It was a cold October night in Garden City, Idaho. Small towns surrounded by Boise on nearly all sides. The average low temperature for the month would be barely higher than 40 degrees. A Boise PD officer responded to a domestic dispute call and met a man. The man standing in the cold with a whole ripped in a shirt called the police on his girlfriend after they had a fight and she chased him into the street.

His name was Alofa Time. Alofa, isn't that what you use in the shower? Kidding of course. He has a funny name though. You can admit But you wouldn't say that to his face You see a lofa was Samoan and if that isn't enough to convey my meaning Samoans tend to be let's say of large stature

It's also funny to note that if you put the word alofa into Google Translate, it roughly translates to in love, in English. That will seem more and more ironic when more you listen to this episode. This wasn't the first time the officer had been called on alofa and Teresa. He knew what these two were capable of. The last time he'd been there he'd given him a stiff warning. This time, he wouldn't be so generous. Please excuse the quality of the audio. It was 2005, and to remind you just how far technology has come in the past 16 years,

the iPhone wouldn't even be released until the summer of 2007, two years later. According to Olofa, the altercation began when Teresa didn't like the way he spoke to her boys. He told them, don't fucking lock the door back there, to which she turned violent. There is no telling how true his statements were, but the evidence of Teresa's eruption and the violence was everywhere. Alofa began to describe a series of events

that occurred after he used a curse word against her children. When she wouldn't calm down, he claimed he tried to leave to call police. That's when she latched herself to his pants and shirt. Now Alofa is a big guy, as we've mentioned before. He's 6'1 and 250 pounds, so she couldn't really stop him from doing anything, but she didn't let go. Instead, determined to leave Alofa dragged her along as she clung to his clothes. The less you get over here, the less stuff. Doing my bad to this, I'll swing you that. But she's hit you over here a lot, she's swinging at you. She's swinging at me, but you missed me.

OK. OK, so she's swinging at you, but she never hits you. She threatened to destroy everything on his car and took several swings at him before Lofa got to a neighbor's house to borrow their phone and call police. The relationship obviously was not healthy. With all the things Teresa apparently did to him, slashing his tires, burning his blankets, throwing eggs at him, it begs the question as to why they were even together. I mean, this is a new relationship and this is a second time I'll be out here. Okay, I told you last time, if you guys aren't getting along and you guys got issues, then you guys can't get over already. If you're not going to do anything to get worse. This is the second time I want a month and a half, but I've been out here.

Somebody needs to leave. I was literally tonight, I'm not going to sleep here. I'm the little lady, so I'm supposed to. The officer likely had a lot of experience with domestic disputes. He knew where this would go if left unchecked. Someone could end up injured or worse. There's a delicate balance between the calm and the chaos of relationships, and this one had been volatile from the very beginning, constantly shifting, but never quite reaching equilibrium. Hello, first family. It's just a few of us. It was just me, my dad and a brother, and him,

those are, and then they have you. There's only five of us. They all came here because of me. I'm the one I moved in Idaho for the last 13 years, and I love it. The lifestyle is, it's relax, get back, you know, I have a good job over here. And that's how uncle moved down here. That was more than four years before 2005. Almost immediately after moving, he met Teresa. Yeah, I know he moved here from California, I believe. And it was shortly after he got here that he met. You know, met Teresa, it seems like it was a good match, you know, they both have good jobs, they live in a happy life.

It seemed like a good fit. They were both from California and both in their 40s. Alofa had one adult son and Teresa had three nearly grown boys. She's a very fun woman. Teresa had three nearly grown boys. He is very quiet, mellow, peaceful. My sky. He's fine to be around. She was outgoing and that brought the normally reserved man out of his shell. They seemed to compliment each other perfectly.

Teresa's boss and coworker recalled the cute stories. You know every morning she woke up at 2.30 in the morning, man lunch, she'd stay up to the front for her to go back to bed after, the cute stories. You know every morning she woke up at 2.30 in the morning, man, I'm lunch. She'd stay up because it was hard for her to go back to bed after, you know, getting that, making breakfast and lunch for him. So, you know, she would go shopping at Walmart, cream house, and then she'd come straight to work. She made her breakfast at 3.30 in the morning?

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She's like, no, it's really hard to. Sometimes she'd try, but she says, normally I would just pick up clean house, you know, and then she comes to work. Just a few days, and we're going to go out to lunch. And he couldn't work. speed yields right by the way to NEPA just to change and come back and have something to go last together. Both kind of stories and things I heard. By some accounts, they made a cute couple and did what cute couples do. One made sacrifices to make the other happy.

But no relationship or anyone for that matter is perfect. And Olofa had some negative personality traits. He didn't drink all the time, but when he did, he got stupid drunk to the point that he made those around him uncomfortable, or know, the thing he says to me to give us my husband, because I can't, you know. What, what did he say to you? Well, like the one time he told me that, and he was drunk and we were out at a bar, at a bar, or a dance team, and he told me that he had met me first. I wouldn't have been with Junior, that he was always called as Junior, I'd been with him first. And just, I mean, just, do good things like that that made me very uncomfortable around him. That sounds like something a drunk uncle-in-law would say.

If I had met you first, you'd be with me. Might even be something some of you hear around the Thanksgiving table this year, unfortunately. But this seemed to be a pattern with alofa. When he drank, he drank a lot and became aloffa, the ladies man, at least in his head. Well, would you say he's kind of sexually inappropriate? Yeah, yeah, just inappropriate, because I am his nephew's wife. Getting drunk and saying some inappropriate sexually charged comments doesn't necessarily make him a bad guy. After all, he only said things like that when he was intoxicated. But other things

Alofa did were more troubling. After the relationship developed, he became jealous and controlling. Yeah, recently I don't know, but I know before he did. He called all the time and she wouldn't answer a phone. When Teresa didn't answer the phone, he would eventually call the front desk to ask for her. And we went to learn to sit there and she'd miss a call and she'd freak out. And we'd be like, what does matter? She's like, oh, I missed my call. I said, so what? That's usually when she called later. She's like, no, I missed my call, I think so what? That's actually lunch call later. She's like, no, I have to call now. She'd call. He'd be like, where are you?

She's like a maven lunch with Shura. Let me talk to her. He always had to verify that she was with me or whomever she was ever lunch with. And then for state task, where are you? Or at, you know, a tuckle time or somewhere? Uh-huh. OK, let me talk to her.

He would call and check on her, where she was, who she was with. These are all telltale signs of a very insecure man and a very toxic relationship. So did she ever just go out with the girls? No. Did you ever ask her? Oh yeah. The girls with him. Aloha's niece had a theory of why he was so controlling. I think he's insecure. His insecurities caused him to be controlling, but despite all this, they would eventually get married, which didn't last long, like not long at all. After dating for years, it was a mere months into their marriage before they sought a divorce.

She told me that they had gotten divorced because he told her that he didn't want to have anything to do with her children. So she divorced him. Alofa was done being a dad. While he wanted to be with Teresa, he had no interest in being a father figure to her three boys. This seemed to be a real deal breaker for her. While separated, Alofa began seeing another woman in Tacoma, something that frightened those that knew Teresa. I know when we turn about it, we're like,

oh man, she needs to get on here. She's gonna go crazy and kill her or something. As his marriage to Teresa, Alofa's relationship with this new woman was also short-lived, because he and Teresa would get back together. Why would they ever get back together? These two seemed to thrive on turmoil. They seemed to think that this is how relationships were supposed to be.

While couples fight, right? But maybe they could give it another shot. Of course, you probably guessed the outcome. It was nothing but more of the same. I know one day a couple weeks back she came in with her wrist swollen. She couldn't type with her hand. I was like, well, you need to go get a doctor. She couldn't type with her can. I was like, well, you need to go get doctors.

She was like, oh no, I'll be fine. 50, now you're fine. No. She didn't? No. For real? Did you ask? Yeah.

And then she kind of just changed. So she just said, well, what did you do? What did you do? I think I have carpal tunnel. I said, Teresa, the flat carpal tunnel. I said, something happened. She was like, no, I didn't have anything. I'm like, so I met. She was like, oh no. But even with obvious trouble behind closed doors, the couple seemed to be mostly happy to be together. together at the party. Besides, they should be able to sell them with all that they had her the whole time,

basically even. They wanted to make it work, but the behind the scenes disputes started to overflow into their other relationships. The unspoken tension between the two became evident when a loa fa would spend the night with family. When he came over, it was something very silly, why they. So he came over, but we ended up, we all went to the party together with family. When he came over, it was something very silly when they, so he came over but we ended

up, we all went to the party together with Teresa. So it's one of those things, you know, you just need his face. We told Uncle all the time, is there a lot of difference? How can you harm, can spend a night with her? Sometimes it gets overwhelmed at home, you just need your own space, you know, just get away, you know. Sometimes you just have to get away. The toxic relationship between Elofa and Teresa would endure.

They would have their little squabbles here and there, but always, reconcile. They would spend some time apart and then get back together again. Sure, Elofa was sexually inappropriate when he drank and Teresa's co-workers suspected he was physically abusive, but by all accounts of his family he was most often a laid-back and gentle man. Outward appearances, however, can be deceiving. And what was actually going on between them was much worse than anyone could ever imagine. It wasn't the first time Alofa and his on-again, off-again wife Teresa had to involve police in their relationship matters, except this time someone was going to jail.

According to family and friends, the relationship had been rocky since they first got together. Alofa lost any semblance of inhibitions when he drank and became a little too flirty for Teresa's liking. And according to Alofa, when she got angry for any reason, she exploded into violence. On that cold October night, the police weren't inclined to believe Alofaofa's series of events. He was, to shoveled, his clothes ripped, and he had fled his home to a neighbor's house. While his size was intimidating, and men are the most likely aggressors in domestic disputes, it was Teresa, who was arrested.

The officer was just doing his job. Domestic assault without injury is a misdemeanor. Would you please please un-cuff me? She says these words plainly and calmly, but she was anything but. She didn't understand why she was being arrested. Listen closely to the next clip as the officer explains. You were the active aggressor. You were the one who battered him. You can't just stop him. It's against the law.

The officer was right. If she had, successful arguments could be made for false imprisonment. The evening it started with Alofa speaking a few harsh words to her kids, sparking a violent outburst. When Alofa tried to flee, she followed. Whether or not she was guilty could be argued with the judge. But that night, she was going to jail. Has your wife talked to you about what his problems are? Not really. I mean, he's made comments here and there throughout the whole relationship that he's been with there.

I don't know what time we were at She Gaines restaurant, which is Debbie's restaurant. He sat down there, so he was all I need to move. I'm going to get in trouble if I sit down and talk to you. I don't want to time we were at She Gaze restaurant, which is Debbie's restaurant. He sat down like, so he was about to move. I want to get troll if I sit down and talk to you. I don't want to get yelled at because he knows what I'm at and he's telling me how they've gotten in the fight and he has scratch marks all over his back. She would scratch him. I think he said something about her breaking the bottle.

I don't know if he said that at his car or on him or made a comment like that. And I think something that she slashes tires and you know, it's every once in a while he would talk to his owner and we would all try to tell him you know what you guys need to got me together. It's not healthy for you. It's you know you guys are not in a good relationship but we would all talk to him. We can get him up on him and we couldn't say you know what you guys need. You guys need to separate. You guys aren't good together. Okay, so she was violent toward him. Yeah, not for him to hurt.

I think it could have been both. I don't know. I honestly don't know. She never told you any of this. No, she never did. Those close to the couple only knew one side of the story. The side they heard it from, who was at fault changed depending on whether the source was alofa or terisa.

But there were incidents that those close witness that confirmed what they suspected. could be provoked just right. There was one incident. There was a luau down to Dunham Boys, being when we were all together. And it was just a bunch of us, group of friends just out doing whatever, we were at a bar, shorty done and boysy. She was drunk, Tina and I were gonna go to the grocery store, cause they wavered when he wanted to party afterwards

or if I can't remember the situation, but we left to go to the store and he was drunk. And he had asked one of the girls that was in the group there to dance with him. And she was really quite violent. So after they were so dancing, she went up to the dance floor and she was violent. Yeah, I think she's violent. And she went up to the dance floor and basically I think she pulled them apart. And I don't know, I don't think she she slapped her but she started yelling at him in front of that girl

and that girl's wife from you know when hey you know we don't want any troubles here there were just dancing and so then I think we left and we came back and he was still there and I remember them in the parking lot and she just attacked him and went after him and he went like this to hit her but he didn't that he got in this car and drove off. That shows a lot of holding back, I guess. Yeah, yeah, and I even told her, I said, wow, you know, he didn't hit you, and I tried to calm her down a little, because... What did he do to make her mad? He danced to something else, but it was... yeah, the relationship was my healthy.

That sounds like he's the opposite of Violet. After being wailed on by Teresa, he left, rather than defend himself. Not only did she think Teresa was violent, it seemed to stem in part, at least, from her jealousy. I know she was the largest, but I didn't remember going to family function with them and she would be the one that would lead in prayer. All that. But I know she was a jealous, very jealous person. And apparently her violence wasn't always aimed at a lofa.

Sometimes it was aimed at children. There was one day we were at a birthday party at her sister's house and somehow the kids were involved and she got into it and she was threatening to kick her son's house and somehow the kids were involved and she got into it and she was threatening to kick her son's butt if he didn't beat up some boy and I just wasn't shocked that a mother would sit at her child. So I think she did have a little bit of a violent streak in her. But her violence wasn't just physical. She also inflicted psychological pain on aofa. There are three things that people fight about.

My name, relationship, and sex. His niece may not have been aware, but there were certain sexual things about their relationship that gave alofa pause. During arguments, she would fire a psychological weapon against the insecure alofa. She would say that not only was she going to cheat on him, she was going to do it with his nephew, talk about being cocked, but that's's not all she would also share a little too much about their sex life with her lady friends. She's a big choker. She is really you know if she have a good time with him she will have to share with us

girls you know things like that. They're really she know, trust whatsoever. There was a lot wrong with this relationship, but most of it seemed to be Teresa, that domestic dispute call in October of 2005 wouldn't be the last one. people have actually undemystically violence against each other. In March of 2006, the police would again be called resulting in domestic battery charges and a no contact order after he choked her. Not long after this order was in place, Teresa was asking the court to remove it. And I was like, you know, and I tried to convince us what do you think and, you know, going in and having that removed.

It's like, well, it's changed. And if, you know, how can we resolve stuff if, you know, we can't talk to each other. Which sounded like Teresa. At first, the judge denied the removal of the order, but agreed that if she attended a safety planning class that he would, she took the class and the no contact order was lifted. Finally, they could reconcile. Perhaps she could help with his soon to occur court case for domestic battery, but she would never see that court date.

On June 15th, Alofa made an early morning call to his aunt in California. 714 AM this morning and in 719 and I was thinking there's something wrong with this early. Something terribly happened this morning at their household, you know, because Angus ate they fought on night. What she didn't know and would never be able to guess is that less than an hour before her aunt called, the police were on the scene of a fatal car accident. It was around 6am when dispatch announced an ATL or attempt to locate for a black dodge pickup from a 1057 or hit and run accident. The truck was last seen heading east on Franklin Road. The search was short-lived as they located the truck rather quickly.

It was then that happenstance put an officer behind a different pickup, a gold Dodge Ram. Franklin Road was mostly clear at that hour. There was just the officer, the pick-up, and a lone passenger vehicle. As the officer followed the full-sized truck several car links back, he watched as it drifted into the other lane and collided head-on with a compact car. Officer von got on the air and stated that he had a 1050 PI. 1050 is the police code for an auto accident. The PI indicated that there were several people injured. The collision was so violent that both vehicles spun around,

coming to rest in the opposite direction they had been traveling in and many yards apart. I got a TZTTI here at Franklin, just east of Philadelphia, vehicle that means two units closely. When the eruption of destruction came to arrest, the closest vehicle to the officer was the car, so he approached it first. The car had been thrown from the road and now sat in a ditch on an incline nearly coming to arrest on the crushed driver's side. to look very deceased at that time. I do not know if that really happened there at that time, but I do know if that's what happened there. I've to know, grow up, come on,

and even look at the pain, and scream of the health. The first thing he noticed was the motionless driver laying on the dash and the eight-year-old passenger screaming for help. Bear with us, but the next clip you will hear comes from the officer's personal recorder at that very moment. Here's that little girl. Ten years after the fact, recalling that fateful morning.

Well, I remember it was just an ordinary day. I was sitting in the front seat. We were driving, we were listening to the radio talking, you know, laughing. Then without warning, that truck drifted into their lane and changed her life forever. I looked over to my left and saw that my mom was gone. She actually, like, it was really vivid on my picture. Yeah, she had like a tear of like, it was blood on her chin,, not her chin by her cheek. She recalled it with less emotion then, but at the time she was face to face with her dead mother. I can see that there was a body sticking out of the car, a small pass in her car.

I can see that it looked like someone had went through the windshield. I asked Steve if this was a fatality. And he said, yes. Now she jumped on the front of the tree, kind of, back away from the rider. She was looking up the window, and he didn't need help her. The eight-year-old was pleading for help so she could be rescued from staring into her dead mother's eyes. But as she was obviously okay, and her mother was obviously deceased, the officer turned

his attention to the truck. If that was difficult to understand, he said he saw the truck smoking. He feared that it may catch fire, so he went to see if the driver had survived. The impact crumpled the front driver's side. The extreme reduction in speed combined with the momentum of a 5,000 pound truck caused

it to roll while spinning 180 degrees, tossing the occupants around like a pinball and covering them in shards of glass. It's a wonder the roof didn't collapse and crush him. The driver of the truck seemed to be okay other than being a bit dazed and confused. From the state of the truck, he definitely hit his head. Remember, this is well before side curtain airbags were a thing. It took the officer a few rounds of asking questions to bring him back to the hearing now.

After an accident that violent, that abrupt, it is no wonder that the guy was a little out of it. He was lucky to be alive, after all. He was still sitting in the pickup and now had a huge dent in the roof directly above his head. After asking him to crawl out several times, it finally registered, and he clumsily crawled out of the passenger side window as the driver's side door was jammed. As soon as he tries to get out, I try to have him sit down and he's not responding to me, looking around. Trying to get back to the vehicle.

As soon as he tries to get out, I try to have him sit down and he's not responding to me. He's looking around. He's trying to get back into the vehicle. He says. To the officer, this man was clearly stunned, or perhaps even in the onset of shock. He needed him to sit and be still. This was literally 58 seconds after the officer witnessed the accident, turned on his recorder and dashed to assist. We need to be open and close. Just have a seat over here. Have a seat like a serving. Sir, it's fine. Okay, hold on, hold on. We'll be here to call you right in a minute.

That's when an already tragic situation took a sinister turn. The man began begging to be killed. And at that time, I completely told him to sit down in the back. He said, he said, tell him to him. He's got to shoot me. And then he caught me a motherfucker. That shooting motherfucker. It's hard to hear, but the man says, go ahead and kill me. That's when the officer asks, huh?

In disbelief, to which the man responds simply, shoot me. Then in perhaps the only comical moment to come from a deadly car accident the officer says, nah dude, it may have been then that the officer realized there was more going on with this guy than he first thought. He may very well have been loopy from hitting his head, but maybe, just maybe. He wasn't so out of it to know he needed to get away. Hey, Sergeant, yeah, it's going to be a fatal.

I'm just going to start right here, it's not cooperating. Hey, Bammers, this This guy's not cooperative. And he told me that he was being uncooperative. So when I was working, he was standing in turn, on my tape. The officer tried to get the bewildered man to sit down. They needed to make sure he wasn't severely injured. He could have a head or a neck injury, broken bones or even internal bleeding. And the shock would mask it. I asked him to come with me and set down on the grass. He was wandering around and he looked

disoriented, possibly in shock. He was a big guy I wanted him on the grass. They tried asking him generic questions to gauge his mental clarity. One of the questions I asked was what today was. He stated it was Monday. And I had to check my watch and I'm sure it wasn't Monday. It was actually Thursday, June 15th, 2006. This guy was really out of it. Maybe he could at least tell them what his name was. Okay, what's your name, sir? What's your name? My name is Alofa.

Alofa? Which way were you going? It's okay to be the name. You were coming this way? Okay. This wasn't a lofa's normal contact with the police. Besides the accident knocking him silly, I'm sure he was confused by the cops' presence, since he hadn't just been in a knockdown dragout fight with Teresa. But as he finally sat quietly on the grass and the officer looked him over, they noticed

something that didn't quite make sense. He was covered in dried blood. He had blood on the front of his shirt. He had dried blood on his hands and in between his fingers. He was wearing socks with one flip flop and his big toe was sticking out of his sock and he had blurred on his big toe on his right foot. Where did this blood come from? If he was injured in the accident,

there was no possible way that it dried in a matter of minutes. Doing his duty, he wanted to make sure that the guy was just banged up and not in a life-threatening situation. He checked his body and extremities for any serious injury but found none. That's when Alofa spoke. I'm going to be honest with you. You know, uh, to be honest with you, I'm kind of playing with you. You guys need one more thing. You can't get the head and stuff on your own, yeah? You cut off your girlfriend's head?

Yeah. When did you do that? When did you do that? At my house, I think. Okay, where's the rest of her body at? At my house. Did you hear that? He said he cut off his girlfriend's head and the head is somewhere around here. When he was asked when he did it, he could only answer when she was at my house, I think. When he was asked where he gave them the same answer at my house. With the odd answer to his question, the officer wasn't entirely

sure this guy was all there, especially with a confession like that. I thought that he was delusional and that he really was in shock because this was pretty far fetched and off the realm of a traffic accident for him to admit he just cut off his girlfriend's head. As off the wall as the confession might have seemed, he had to at least look around. He needed to confirm if this guy was telling the truth or suffering a serious neurological issue. Alofa had a history of domestic violence going back to his time in California. Since moving to Idaho and meeting Teresa, the trend continued. The spats between them escalated over time, and by the spring of 2006, they were ordered by the court to not contact each other. A glutton for punishment, Teresa petitioned to have the order rescinded, and the judge eventually

agreed after she took a safety planning class. A little more than two weeks after the order was lifted, the Boise PD responded to a fatal auto accident involving a lofa who made a shocking confession. You know, the others have been cut off by a cliff. You guys may go with this angle. Did you hit the head and stuff on the road? You cut off your girlfriend's head? Yes. When did you do that?

I didn't do anything to you. I'm not talking to you. Okay, to say the least. The body of 36-year-old Samantha Murphy was sprawled across the dash of her car, killed instantly. Eight-year-old Cindy was trapped in the passenger seat next to her mother's body. I started screaming and then finally some man came and got the door open because it was still jammed. What responding officers didn't realize was that in the crumpled mass of the car was another body.

In the back seat was the body of four year old Jay Lin, also killed upon impact. Cindy was the only one left alive. My grandma even, she tells me that, you know, God has a plan for you. And like, I don't believe her sometimes, I'm like, whatever, you know, why didn't he take me? I'm glad that, you know, I actually did live, so I can be here today and say that, you know, I can say that I did make my mom proud of, like, what I've done. You can overcome anything that has come here like. With two destroyed vehicles and debris scattered over hundreds of feet, with the death of a young child

and her mother, Alofa was the center of it all. If the officers weren't already feeling an overwhelming sense of urgency, his confession certainly evoked that emotion. reported his findings from alofa to a superior. With all occupants and their heads accounted for, it was obviously an unrelated homicide. When I pulled up here on Franklin to the crime scene, I saw that there was a head on the road there. Originally I thought that it was probably a mannequin, and so I knelt down beside it, and it was obvious that it was a human head.

And so there again, to begin with, we thought this was probably a decapitation from a bad traffic accident, but then it became apparent really quickly that it was not. Alofa had placed the head in the bed of the pickup truck right behind the passenger compartment. When the two vehicles collided the head stayed in motion, launching out of the bed of the truck and bouncing 125 feet down the roadway, leaving a little blood-spatter trail before rolling to a final stop. But there was room enough at that time for eastbound to get around. There were actual cars driving past the head, and once I realized that there was a head in the lower road I could need to shut

the entire street down and just contain that. In the chaotic aftermath of the accident, the officers didn't notice the head at first. The unreal head was just sitting there for all the early morning commuters to see. The authorities shut down the whole street to try to contain the scene and spare the populace. Maybe the pastor's buy didn't notice it amongst the other debris. I mean, after all, it took officers a while to see it. With proof that his confession was real, this became more than a traffic accident.

This became a homicide investigation. They decided to detain him. I'm gonna cut him up. Yeah, Luke go ahead and put your hands behind your back for me, okay? I wanna get in the ambulance here and have him just checked over for... Yeah, I wanna get in there far enough. Now, okay, Luke go ahead and stand up for me. You don't have any guns or knives or anything? Where's the knife that the head flew out of the truck during the accident. The knife

alofa chose to use none other than a 12 inch K bar fighting knife. A favorite amongst the military for its reliability and lethality. You can pick one up for about 80 bucks. Meanwhile in neighboring Nampa, the local PD was converging on a loafous house. Four officers staged in front of the home. The garage door was open. A car sat silently inside. The door to the interior of the home was a jar. Sorry about the rustling sounds in the next clip, but quality recording was low on their list of priorities, as they systematically searched the house with guns drawn. Ready for anything. As they approached the open garage, they immediately noticed a trail of blood droplets, likely from where alofa carried the freshly

severed head down the drive and threw it into the bed of his truck. Then they noticed the body. It was sitting straight up in the driver's seat of the car, with its hands on its lap. The interior of the car was surprisingly clean considering what had just occurred. The majority of the blood was concentrated on the driver's door. There was no helping or now, and a haunting echo from inside the house. It was likely that a lofa acted alone, but it's better to be sure than to be sorry. They even checked behind the shower curtain because, you know, movies. The officers zigzagged through the house until they were satisfied it was clear.

There was no immediate threat. They checked every room, every closet, every crawl space, even the backyard. There was a crawl space here, but it's covered. It almost looks like it's painted shut here. Yeah, on the side there. When the scene was officially clear and the officers had a moment to let the severity of it all sink in, it was certain that alofa was telling the truth. The body showed little signs of injury other than the obvious.

The decapitation was crude, leaving the jagged edge of neck flesh draping over the chest. When the autopsy report would eventually come back, it would show that Teresa was strangled and stabbed in the left chest, and that the decapitation was post-mortem. Alofa either took the head as a trophy or more likely as a last fuck you. Back in Boise, at the accident scene officers were preparing to have him medically cleared when they frisked him. He had a two-on, uh, two-on, uh, notebook paper in his pocket. In fact, the whole accident was littered with loose-leaf notebook paper.

Among the various pieces of plastic and glass, and the foot-long kebar were various pieces of paper with writing on them. All in all, they found several pieces of paper where Alofa had started to try to explain himself, starting to gather his thoughts about what he did, but then changed his mind. Eventually in the backseat of the truck they would find an eight-page letter titled Motive. The pages were jumbled and repeated the same thoughts over and over again. Here is an abridged version.

I'm tired of being laughed at. Since I met her four years ago, she physically and mentally abused me. Her mouth is very filthy. She slasks me so many times in front of everybody. When she gets pissed off, she makes one of my dick. All these things add up. God forgive me, but the most degradable thing is, when she makes fun of my manhood with her friends that lows ready a mix. And they know who they are. She gets a kick by

playing games, mind games. She's got a wicked temper. I was patient with her for four years until one night. I was kind of rough with her, and she called the cops. I went to jail, and everything started to go downhill. I hope that a leg of the corner table that is sticking out of her cunt will make her climax eternally and forever. Sorry for the brutality of my action. No affiliation with Al-Khada. Just plain English. I'm a beat down man because of this woman. God forgive me. I grew up from good parents and a good family, so please don't judge my family.

I myself will face the Almighty God when judgment day comes. I have $300 in my pocket. Please cremate my body. I don't want my family to suffer. Once again, please forgive me. Alofa T. P.S. Please scatter my ashes on the hills of Wild Horse by Table Rock. The authorities wouldn't be able to ask alofa any questions about his motive for a while, because as time passed and the shock of the accident subsided, it began to experience chest pain. If that time he was complaining of chest pain and was sweating profusely from the head and face, he was dripping onto his lap.

I thought he was going to have a heart attack. So they took him to the hospital where he made another confession. Not about murder, but his state of mind. Are you okay? I'm sweating. You're sweating. I think it's really tough. You took too much?

I'm really, I diet pills to lose weight. Essentially, he was on a low-grade amphetamine called fentermine. This wouldn't normally be significant because it is widely prescribed, except that he had taken nearly the entire bottle. He was experiencing the calm down of an overdose of speed. Overdose symptoms of fentermine may include confusion, panic, or hallucinations. He had managed to be patient with Teresa for years. Maybe this is the reason why he finally snapped. Something drove him terribly upset for him to lost control and did what he did. Between the mode of letter and the call he made to his aunt,

what happened that day was pretty clear. After years of back and forth fighting, he finally had had enough. He downed a bottle of speed and drank several beers, then strangled Theresa to death, stabbing her at least once in the chest, and then decapitating her. When he finally decided he was done, he called his aunt and told her he wanted to be cremated. This was important because he was about to climb into his truck and drive to his death. You see that car accident that started at all was a Lofa's suicide attempt. Unfortunately, if you're gonna kill yourself with

vehicular homicide, you may not want to do it in a big ass pickup truck because he survived two more innocent lives Didn't keep in mind we thought we had a traffic accident The reality was is that we had two homicides and two different crime scenes and actually three victims in this case. When they finally got a loafer into an interrogation room, he was still in his hospital gown as they

read him his rights. I'm going to have you sign. This is not an admission or anything. It's just an advising that you understand what we just talked about right here. These rights. I need for you to sign right there what says sign and date it right underneath. Can you do that for me? If I sign it, I mean... Now just means that you understand what we just talked about. That's not an

admission of guilt or anything like that. No, what I was saying is if I sign it this then... then I have to be signed if I get talked to you. Well, you can tell me whether or not you want to talk to me right now. I think I need somebody to like the council when I talk to you. Okay. Even with his confession, the motive letter, the head, the body, and the suicide call to his aunt, alofa still didn't want to talk to police, right? Then you're not talking. Yeah, you know, like what kind of rule would they be sliding?

Just clarify for a minute, do you want to talk to us? No. You said before you learned an attorney, it's all confused. Oh, you're right. I'm confused myself too. I think I'll want to introduce you. OK. Yeah, and that's what you mentioned before. That's what we've been talking about. So if you change your mind, Ultimately, he would never tell police exactly what happened, but they already knew. Alofa premeditated the murder, made obvious by the knife purchase shortly before, and he

meant to drive into that car and kill himself without regard for whoever was inside. There was never a trial because he eventually pled guilty. He was sentenced to life in prison for the first degree murder charge in Nampa. He was sentenced to 15 years for each count of vehicular manslaughter for the first degree murder charge in Nampa. He was sentenced to 15 years for each count of vehicular manslaughter for the deaths of J. Lynn and Samantha, and another 15 years for aggravated driving under the influence for the downbottle of pills. A steep sentence explained as penance for the pain and suffering he caused the lone survivor. Cindy, during his sentence, he had this to say, Your pain and sorrow are embedded deep in my soul and the utmost of my conscience. I am profoundly

terribly sorry for putting your families through the sore deal. I beg for your forgiveness. Please forgive me. I am deeply sorry." Alofa lost the balance in his life. After years of being a part of a volatile relationship, the chaos overtook the calm. The constant jealousy, bickering, and fights obscured any sense of happiness or normalness. As is the eternal struggle for balance, a correction needed to be made, but alofa's actions were a gross over correction,

like a perfect storm that chaos swirled, slowly grew and blocked out the rays of sunshine and happiness. But inside the eye of the storm was a large capable man who just couldn't take it anymore. In the years since the accident Cindy, who was raised by her grandmother led a productive life, becoming a rodeo queen, active in 4-H with her horses and her cow. I've gotten through high school, I'm getting through college, well part of it, I'm getting there, I've done all this accomplishments with my horses and dogs.

Cindy knows you can overcome anything, but even so, knows it can't be done without the help of those around you. And a little prayer. Thank you guys so much. Like, throughout the prayers and everything they've really answered. Like, they got answered. Well, we hope you find balance in your life. We're gonna go ahead and try to find balance in ours by getting the fuck off the internet and not doing any more murder podcasts for a little while. Spend time with our families, you know, put up a crispest tree and that kind of shit.

In any case, we hope you do so as well. We'll see you on the other side. Have a wonderful season. Stay safe. But, but my age, I don't want to take a break from crime and gore and violence. I don't wanna have holiday here. Can't wait to hear all this blast man hold on to your last episode of this season. All those new-to-do diners. Hope you guys have a happy holiday. Thank you for everything you do and giving great content.

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