She thought she had found her prince, that she was Cinderella who had finally found her place in the world, that she would spend her life with a man who would love her, adore her, and grow old with her. But such things are only possible in fairy tales, because sometimes along with the prince, a dragon sneaks into the fairy tale and can destroy everything with a single snap of a finger.
Today’s episode’s partner is the game Jones Journey. It’s a detective game set in the 1920s, in which you play as June Parker and try to discover what really happened to her sister. During the game, you will be taken to various scenes where your task is to find hidden objects. Each of them can be a clue that leads you further in the story.
The further you progress through the chapters, the more new places, characters and further elements of the whole puzzle appear. In addition, you also develop your own island, place decorations and buildings, and can arrange it practically your way. In addition, the game features various events and additional rewards, so there is always something new to unlock.
I’ve been playing it myself lately and I’m curious how this whole story will end. If you want to check out Jones Journey for yourself, you can download the game for free. Click on the link in the description or scan the QR code you see on your screen now. Aleksandra was born on August 29, 1966 in Canada to a family of emigrants from Yugoslavia.
Her parents settled in the town of Barnabi, a suburb of Vancouver, actually just before she was born. Right after Yugoslav President Josip Bostito liberalized the regulations on foreign travel in the mid-1960s and allowed the inhabitants of his country to go west to work . Zdenka and Dabisa made very good use of the opportunity that fate gave them.
They learned the language, found jobs, in short, tried to rebuild their lives . They were doing quite well. They may not have been living in luxury, but they were certainly better off than before. They had money for food, bills, and small pleasures, and their daughter grew up in a home full of love and warmth.
From a young age she excelled at school, and because she was funny, sociable, and helpful, she made many friends there . She grew into an exceptionally beautiful girl. Teenager Aleksandra heard many times that she was so pretty that she should become a model, take part in fashion shows, and advertise clothes or cosmetics.
Men flocked to her. She was tall and beautiful. She could charm anyone. Her friend Angie later recalled from years ago. At first, Aleksandra didn’t care about it . Her innate modesty prevented her from taking compliments for granted, but after hearing the same advice over and over again, she finally began to see that maybe all these people actually had a point.
Her thick, curly hair, large eyes and wide smile could attract attention, and her truly exceptional height, long legs and slender figure made it impossible to tear oneself away from her. In 1984, she entered the Miss Barnaby competition in her hometown and won. A year later she became Miss Canada. The road to great fame in modeling had just opened up before her, but 19-year-old Aleksandra decided not to take it.
Working as a model involved many responsibilities and frequent travel, and she didn’t want to go anywhere because she couldn’t leave her mother. She was very attached to her. After their father’s death in 1974, they were almost inseparable. Besides, there has always been a work ethic in her family . Her parents worked hard and passed on the same values to her.
She knew that beauty and youth would fade. That’s why she decided to get a decent education and a profession that she would be able to practice for many years. As a result, she became a dental technician and immediately started looking for a job to save up for her own place as quickly as possible. She soon found employment at a local clinic as a dental assistant.
She worked diligently from Monday to Friday, from morning to evening, and devoted her free weekends to her mother. They went to the cinema together, went for walks, and watched TV together. They also followed the news to find out when there were any open houses for sale in their area. It is true that for now, even though they both worked hard, they could not afford such luxury yet, but they liked taking part in such events.
They loved beautiful mansions and well-kept gardens and dreamed of owning one someday. It was during one of these trips, one Sunday in 1987 , that they met Jelka. A mother and daughter were walking around the property that was open for viewing when they noticed a woman watching them intently . She was about Zdenka’s age, quite short, stocky, with short, curly hair.
You come from Yugoslavia. I heard you talking in Croatian. She asked. And the women quickly engaged her and her husband in a small and, as it turned out, pleasant chat. They learned that they also came from Yugoslavia. The woman’s name is Jelka and the man’s name is Sam. From word to word it turned out that they were successfully running a family car repair shop.
This last piece of information aroused particular enthusiasm in Alexander. Oh my, the rear lights in my car just broke, she said, and Jelka reacted quickly. Then you must bring him to us . We will give you a very good discount. Besides, you must meet my son. He is 27 years old and is a great mechanic. I bet you’re made for each other.
She joked as she left with a smile, handing the girl a business card with an address. Jelka liked Aleksandra immediately. Not only was she beautiful, but she also had a great sense of humor, which was immediately noticeable. she was perfect for her son. This was exactly the kind of daughter-in-law she wanted to have.
She didn’t think that her dream would come true soon. Aleksandra arrived at the place indicated on the business card a week later. Then, a small gray building with a Sam and S Automotive sign came into view. She went inside and immediately saw Joe, Jelka’s son. it immediately caught her eye. He was tall, slim and handsome, and incredibly well-mannered and polite.
He quickly got to work, fixed the broken lights, and recommended himself for the future. And when she was about to pay and leave, he unexpectedly proposed a date to her. She agreed, and immediately after returning home, she called her friend to brag about it. he invited me for coffee. You can’t even imagine how sweet he is.
She confessed with unconcealed excitement. They say opposites attract, and Joe was the complete opposite. Quiet and calm, he was very different from her. Full of her life, a bit of a crazy girl. No wonder she fell in love with him. Their relationship quickly gained momentum. With the first date came the first kiss, and right after that came another.
From that fateful afternoon at the café, they met every weekend, and the macaw fell more and more in love with the romantic Joe. Not only was he a great kisser, which she kept her friend informed about. but he also treated her like a princess. He brought her a bouquet of beautiful flowers to almost every meeting and then invited her to the best restaurants.
And when they both had a little more free time, he took them on trips. They rode there on his beloved motorcycle, hugging and in love. He proposed to her a month later, and she accepted the ring without hesitation. quickly moved on to the next stage. Joe suggested that Aleksandra move in with him, so she packed her essentials and, despite her great attachment to her mother, moved to the other side of town.
For love she was ready to go much further, even to the end of the world. At first it was like a fairy tale. Her future husband and future parents-in-law carried her in their arms. The woman always asked her for advice, for her opinion, cooked her favorite dishes, and when shopping, she always chose what the girl liked the most. She also supported young people financially whenever she could .
The workshop generated considerable income at that time. So she generously contributed to Joe’s salary. She even did extra shopping for them so they didn’t have to spend their savings and could spend it all on the wedding. Aleksandra was very grateful to her for that. Thanks to her, she experienced prosperity she had never even dreamed of before.
Her house never overflowed. When she was little, her parents worked hard from morning till night, and even then she had to count every penny and constantly deny herself something. It wasn’t any better in adult life . Her father left early and she had to support her mother with her salary. Now it was finally different.
she could afford a new dress without saving up, going out to a restaurant without an occasion, or going on a weekend trip out of town. Especially since his generous mother-in-law was involved in financing their wedding. The closer she got to him, the more actively she participated in everything . And it was on this ground that the first problems arose, as Jelka slowly took control and crossed more and more boundaries.
It started with innocent comments. Jelka, although she had never interfered before, suddenly started criticizing all of Aleksandra’s ideas and visions. When they went wedding dress shopping, she turned up her nose at every choice. She only liked the dresses she chose herself. It was the same with the guest list.
She pointed with her finger who to invite and who to leave out, where to seat whom and with whom. She even wanted to decide on the color of the flowers for the decorations, because the ones Aleksandra liked somehow never suited her taste. Even though she didn’t say it directly, she made her feel that since she was paying for all of this, she had the right to decide.
This made the girl incredibly nervous. She did n’t want to argue because she had been raised to respect and consider the opinions of her elders. Even if they are wrong, but she finally lost her nerve. She couldn’t stand it anymore and told her mother-in-law directly what she thought about all this. It was her wedding, her wedding dress, her guests and Jelka should respect that.
she even threatened her future husband that if his mother didn’t give up, she would seriously consider whether she wanted to join this family at all, because if this was what her whole future life was going to be like, she did n’t want it. Apparently it worked , because the wedding finally took place.
20-year-old Aleksandra and 28-year-old Joe said their sacramental yes on June 11, 1988. The wedding, as Jelka had desired , took place with great pomp. As many as 200 guests were invited, and the Fantasy Garden hall cost a whopping $5,000. Despite the hatchet being temporarily buried, tensions between the daughter-in-law and mother-in-law continued to intensify.
Jelka was becoming more and more nosy day by day and was nagging Aleksandra about practically everything. She criticized her for not washing the pot thoroughly. she didn’t iron Joe’s shirt well or didn’t season his dinner. She made a fuss over silly little things and, on top of that, interfered with their finances.
She wanted to know what and why they spent money, whether they really needed this or that. She also persistently gave them advice about marriage and marital life, which neither of them had asked for. At every opportunity she would maliciously comment on her daughter-in-law’s appearance. Have you seen what you look like? Is this how you want to go to people? Maybe you should change your clothes, because it’s not appropriate for a married woman, she said lightly, and her words were spoken in such a tone that they always struck right to the
heart. They were almost always seasoned with a mocking smile. Aleksandra cried many nights because of her . She couldn’t bear this oppressive scrutiny, this piercing and judging gaze as she scolded her for not doing her job well and not fulfilling her husband’s whims, but she gritted her teeth and tried to endure.
She hoped that her husband would finally notice this and stand up for her. She said she had had enough, that she had to do something or she would move in with her mother. But her words fell on deaf ears. My husband was a submissive, subservient, mother’s boy and never dared to even call her attention. So she started to stand up for herself . She set hard boundaries.
She said what she liked and what she didn’t like. As a result, she argued with Jelka almost every day, and it was incredibly exhausting. Aleksandra was on the verge of leaving her husband and returning to her family home when Jelka unexpectedly pulled out a wild card. We can lend you 84,000 dollars for a new house. Yours and yours alone.
Two blocks away on Carson Street. We saw an apartment that would be perfect for you. She said happily. The offer was practically irresistible, but Aleksandra had great doubts about accepting the money. Yes, she wanted her own account. She had dreamed about it for as long as she could remember. For years she went to open houses with her mother.
She imagined the day when she could finally afford the purchase, but she wanted to choose it herself. She did n’t really like the one her in-laws suggested. Not because he was ugly, he was just too close. However, seeing no other solution, Alex accepted the offer. She was already pregnant at the time and wanted to save the marriage at all costs.
However, she quickly regretted this decision, because the reality with her in-laws around the corner turned out to be much worse than she had expected. The first friction occurred during the renovation. It all started when my mother-in-law didn’t like the tiles she chose for the kitchen.
Then came the color of the walls and panels. They argued a bit about it . But she tried to explain to her that she wanted to decide because it was her home. But Jelka did not accept this. There was such a quarrel that the young wife had to give way. After all, it was the in-laws who paid, and that was an argument that couldn’t be overcome.
Aleksandra thought that if they allowed these minor interventions in the decor, the renovation would be finished quickly. They will return to their own affairs, and she will finally have peace and quiet. She will be able to breathe a sigh of relief and finally be on her own.
It would be just the two of them with her husband, but her mother-in-law visited them more often than she expected. At first she rang the bell, but then she started coming in without knocking as if it was her own place. She had her own set of keys and made use of them. When Aleksandra came home from work, she was sitting in the kitchen and cooking dinner for her son.
And in the evening, when they went to bed, it sometimes happened that Jelka would enter their bedroom under any pretext. After their son Brandon was born, things got even worse. Her in-laws wouldn’t let her return to work. They said she should take care of her child and husband because that was the most important thing.
But Aleksandra realized that there was something else going on, that it was just another excuse to keep her under control. They did n’t want her to work and have her own money. They made sure she never had more than $10 in her wallet. Her friend Angi spoke years later. The final straw was a certain situation that occurred about half a year later.
Joe and Aleksandra were about to go on their first, long-awaited date after the birth of their son. They dressed nicely. They had booked a table at a restaurant and were about to leave when their son suddenly started whining, crying and refusing to calm down, and the couple began to wonder whether they should leave him in that state.
Do n’t worry, I’ll give him some tea to calm him down. I have prepared a special mixture. Said Jelka, who was supposed to look after her grandson that evening . Do not give it to him under any circumstances. Aleksandra, who was fed up with her nosy mother-in-law, answered her. Jelka controlled her husband.
She controlled her, but she promised herself she would n’t let her control her child as well . Okay, okay, I won’t give him anything. Go now. The mother-in-law said, and the young parents left. When they returned, the son was sleeping incredibly soundly. He didn’t wake up for the first feeding, then the second, which was beyond strange.
Frightened, Alexandra tried to wake him up, but she couldn’t. The boy only got up after 12 hours. This was too much for her. She had endured all this for too long. From then on, she argued with her mother-in-law almost every day. And the arguments often turned into fights, often violent, because Joe always defended his mother.
It got to the point where he often left his wife’s suitcases outside the door, and once Aleksandra even had to call the police because it turned out he had a heavy hand. One day she told herself enough was enough. Either you stand up to her or I leave, she confessed, looking into her husband’s eyes. But to her great disappointment, Joe did nothing.
Only then did it dawn on her that she and Brandon would never be more important to him than his mother. she understood that she did not want to raise a child in such conditions, that this was the definitive end of their marriage. So, after two years of fruitless fighting for her husband, she filed for divorce, moved out of the house and moved in with her son to her mother.
She thought the worst was over and now things would only get better. However, she did not know that she was very wrong, because this was only the beginning. Divorce was a dirty thing. Joe fought not only for custody of the child, but also for every item of their joint property, especially the house, which was almost entirely sponsored by his parents.
For this reason, Jelka and Sam also started fighting for this house. They told the court they had put as much as $70,000 into renovations, for which neither their daughter-in-law nor their son had repaid them . that’s why they want to take it over for debts. It seemed that Aleksandra was in a losing position and would lose the right to the property, but the court carefully checked all the invoices and contracts presented to him by her father-in-law.
It then came to light that the man had been lying. It turned out that he had fabricated everything, and the store where he had supposedly made purchases was closed on the day the bills were issued . Besides, it wasn’t his first fraud. From what we have been able to establish, he himself has been in prison many times in the past .
He was convicted of theft three times . He also notoriously extorted compensation from insurance companies. In less than six years, he was involved in five car accidents and 13 strange accidents occurred in his workshop . His wife Jelka was no better than him . Although she was considered almost a saint in the eyes of her neighbors , she also had her sins.
She was caught stealing from the local store several times. Like her husband, she had several prison sentences behind her. Interestingly, she was probably a kleptomaniac. because it fell prey to random, often worthless or even absurd items, such as chicken liver. The long- awaited divorce took place in November 1991 . The girl came out of it old.
She received full rights to the child and the opportunity to live in the house until it was sold. And after the sale up to half the money. Joe was ordered to pay her $650 in child support, and the hated in-laws were banned from contacting their grandson. It was so frustrating that before Aleksandra and Brandon could return to the apartment, they had emptied it of all the furniture and appliances and turned off the water.
Jelka was especially angry and didn’t even try to hide it. One day, when her daughter-in-law was shopping at a local store, she even started threatening her. But not with words, not with insults. Jelka just stood there and looked at her with such eyes that a cold shiver ran through the girl .
When her mother-in-law realized she had noticed her, she slowly ran her finger down her neck and then laughed hysterically . Aleksandra got really scared then. Her problems did not end there, as her ex-husband stubbornly refused to pay alimony. They were high, and this negatively affected his standard of living.
As a result, he constantly evaded this obligation. He underestimated his income and put everything in his parents’ name. The girl had to litigate with him constantly. However, he did not attend the hearings, which generated additional costs. Aleksandra was a bundle of nerves at the time. She couldn’t wait for the day when it would all end, but unfortunately there was no sign of it.
Joe refused to let go, even when they started taking back child support payments from his RRSP, or retirement savings plan . Was he ordered to pay the costs of the hearings he did not attend? Trial after trial followed, each one worse than the last. Just when she thought nothing more terrible could happen to her, someone started harassing her.
In early 1992, she received a strange package. She found a book in the mailbox. On the cover she saw a name and surname she had heard a few years earlier . Cindy James then remembered the woman’s tragic story, as it was very famous at the time. Cindy said someone was stalking her. For many years he followed her, called her, and broke into her house.
She was afraid . She reported it to the police many times, but no one took her seriously. When her body was found in 1989, it was believed she had done it herself. Her family, however, was convinced that the perpetrator was the man who had been following her. When Aleksandra saw the title on the cover, she froze.
She wondered who could have sent her such a book. Why, why, was it some kind of message? She quickly decided that it was, because when she started leafing through it, she noticed that some sentences were marked with colored marker. They included words such as: “Burnt lawn, stalking or death.” Alexandra quickly closed it.
She shuddered at the thought of all the things that had happened to poor Cindy. A chill ran down her spine as she remembered what had happened to her, but she didn’t want to dwell on it anymore, because maybe she was wrong and there was no hidden meaning to it . Maybe someone made a mistake. This book was supposed to go to someone else.
After all, there was no sender, no recipient, and not even a stamp. After a few days, however, she was convinced that the book was for her. She was sitting in the kitchen with a friend when she heard a strange crash coming from the yard. She looked out the window and couldn’t believe her eyes. There was a cedar burning under the house, just like in one of the highlighted passages in the book.
What was in the book immediately happened in her life. Her friend recalled it years later . She knew how it would end. The next day, Aleksandra noticed that someone was following her. A white car with a red roof was often seen in front of her house. He followed her to work at the dental clinic. She saw him outside her son’s nursery and even outside cafes and pubs where she met a friend from work.
He passed her several times on the highway and tried to cause a collision. She couldn’t see who was driving because the driver was wearing a mask. Aleksandra was incredibly concerned about this. Just like Cindy once did, she went to the police. She hoped that someone would take an interest in her, help her somehow, and find out what kind of person she was.
But the police, although they took the report, did nothing about it, and the car continued to follow her step by step. She was very afraid, but she did not lose her spirit. Despite everything, she tried to lead a normal life. On July 26, 1992, she arranged to meet her friends at a bar. She came back late, around midnight.
She was almost at her mother’s house when she saw a man running towards her . He had a hood. She couldn’t see his face. At the last moment she ran inside and slammed the door behind her . She turned off the lights and called her mother, then called the police to give another detailed description of the car following her.
Her anxiety level at that time reached its peak. From then on, Aleksandra constantly looked back. she was convinced that her days were numbered. So whenever she was home alone, she obsessively checked to make sure she had locked all the doors and windows. Once inside, she would turn off the lights and when going to work or shopping, she would put on wigs so that her pursuer would not recognize her.
For safety reasons, she even stopped parking in the underground parking lot beneath the clinic. she trembled at the thought of what would happen the next day. She leafed through the chapters of Cindi’s book and realized with horror that she had almost reached the end of her story. We come to the final chapter.
I’m done for . She once told her colleague at work, the receptionist Bernis. She did n’t know that her words would be prophetic. On July 31, she saw the white car again. She wrote down the license plate number on a piece of paper and then, for a change, started following him instead of running away.
As fate would have it, after a few kilometers she noticed a police car, stopped next to it and approached the police. I think this white car is following me. She said, pointing to a car parked on the opposite side of the street. Okay, we’ll check it out. The officer responded to the retort and thus closed the topic.
Aleksandra left there furious. She couldn’t understand why the police didn’t take her words seriously and did absolutely nothing. It wasn’t that difficult after all. She gave them everything on a plate. She pointed her finger at the suspicious car. They could have checked them, talked to the owner, threatened him with a short arrest to make him tell them why he was doing it and what his intentions were.
But they preferred to dismiss her. It all frustrated her incredibly . It kept me awake at night. Just as much as the knowledge that someone is after her life. Tired of waiting, she decided to take matters into her own hands. She pulled out her leather jacket from her pocket and on August 4, 1992, she called the famous private detective Ozi Kaban, who had once dealt with the Cindy James case.
O gladly accepted the assignment and agreed to begin surveillance the very next day. He called his men together and ordered them to follow every move of Joe, the client’s ex-husband, from the morning onwards. Mommy, if anything happens to me, take care of Brandon. She said it in the evening, just before she went to bed.
August 5, 1992. Cottonwood Avenue in Kokwitam. The parking lot in front of the dental clinic where Aleksandra worked three weeks before her 26th birthday. It was 6:15 p.m. when 25-year-old Aleksandra finished work. She went out to the parking lot in front of the building across the street, where Bernis was already waiting for her.
On this beautiful and sunny day they were supposed to return together. Alex promised her that she would give her a lift home. Bernis moved forward first and approached the passenger side door. She opened it and bent down to put her bag under the seat when she heard a bang, followed by another and another, mixed with the conspiracy of tires and the sound of a car driving away .
When everything became quiet, she stood up abruptly and saw Alex. The girl lay motionless on the ground. She immediately started screaming. She ran to the clinic for help, and then out of the corner of her eye she saw a red car disappearing around the bend. Although Alex was taken to hospital and given immediate treatment, nothing could be done for her.
She was shot dead in broad daylight in front of crowds. The incident was witnessed by as many as 30 people who were shopping at a nearby grocery store that afternoon. They immediately ran to her aid and then provided the police with the necessary information. It was clear to everyone that this was no accident. Alexandra was the target.
The car was a red Chevrolet Camaro Irok. Someone even wrote down his license plate number. It caught our attention because it had been hanging around in front of the store for several minutes, and the men were watching the woman’s car. They were both young. They had dark hair, baseball caps and sunglasses, and one of them had facial hair.
They were no more than 20 years old. When the woman came out, they immediately drove up to her car. And then they escaped with a tire conspiracy. They spoke one after another. Based on the witnesses’ descriptions, detectives quickly prepared composite sketches and determined that the red Chevrolet the perpetrators were driving was stolen.
He was found an hour later, a mile and a half away, near a nearby McDonald’s. I saw two men transferring from this car to another. white with a red roof. One of the passersby who was walking around the area confessed. There were several very important traces in the found car. A handprint, a fingerprint, and a few dark hairs on the passenger seat.
The samples were immediately sent for analysis. It quickly turned out that the fingerprints belonged to a certain Lorenc, a 21-year-old with multiple criminal records. The man was immediately taken to the police station. He was surprised by the accusations. He claimed he stole the car on behalf of his cousin’s husband because he needed new tires, but he has no idea what this girl is all about.
He doesn’t know her, he doesn’t know who she is. It’s just a strange coincidence. He left the car in the shopping center parking lot and drove home, where he spent the entire day. Someone must have taken them from there. And this person was responsible for the tragedy. However, his translations were not very credible. It fit the description perfectly.
But at this point, detectives had no evidence against him. So they moved on to conversations with Aleksandra’s relatives and friends . They wanted to know everything about her , what she was like, what her relationships were like , whether she had any enemies, and most importantly, whether there were people who wanted to harm her. Then they learned about her tumultuous marriage, her meddling mother-in-law, and her husband, who was unable to set boundaries with her mother and allowed her to destroy his very promising marriage.
Detectives learned the details of the legal battle over the child and the house, which was almost entirely purchased by the husband’s parents, but the former daughter-in-law was granted the right to live there. Then a red light went off in their heads and their minds pointed the finger at Joe as the potential perpetrator.
These usually appear in the first volume of the files, and the boy had a serious motive. He had to share the money from the sale of the house with Aleksandra, even though she didn’t pay a penny for it. She was ordered to pay child support, which he refused to pay, and the court also banned his mother from contacting her grandson, which was particularly painful for the entire family.
He might have been angry with her, he might have wanted to get rid of her. However, when questioned, he repeated like a mantra that he had no idea who had hurt Alex. Yes, they had problems, but it couldn’t have been him because he was at the swimming pool with his son that day. He picked him up from the nursery outside her work in the afternoon and since then he has not been in Kokuam, but in Barnabi.
He couldn’t be in two places at once. Indeed, he was right. At the same time, Ozian, a private detective whom Alex hired literally the day before her death, reported to the police station. She was convinced that someone was following her and trying to kill her. We suspected it might be Joe, so we kept an eye on him. We have been watching him since morning.
He really was at that pool and didn’t leave town. His parents too. They went shopping and then to the workshop. The man said. But we were left with nothing. We have a lead . He added at the end. We managed to get the license plate number of the car that was seen loitering outside Alex’s work and Brandon’s daycare on the morning of August 5th.
It was a white car with a red roof, just like the one Alex had described to us earlier. Then the car drove up to her in-laws’ workshop. Our people also saw them near McDonald’s. They said there were two angry men sitting inside. Detectives working on the case then remembered that they had also found some license plate numbers during a search of Aleksandra’s car.
They were written in ballpoint pen on a phone bill that was lying on the dashboard . They didn’t think it meant anything, but after checking, they found that they were the exact same numbers the detective had given them. The suspicious car belonged to Milan, a 28-year-old boy who lives with his parents in Suria County.
Everything indicated that he had been following and stalking Alex for some time. It was him she was afraid of. He was the one who tried to run her car off the road multiple times. It was most likely he who sent her the book and set Cedar on fire. But why? Maybe he fell in love with her and she rejected his advances? Or maybe someone rented it? His appearance matched the description perfectly.
Milan was young, with dark hair. It is true that he had no beard, as witnesses indicated, but he could have shaved. It was therefore assumed that he was Lorenc’s wanted accomplice. The boy, of course, denied it, but the detectives did not believe him. They decided to follow him. They followed him step by step.
They watched every move, hoping that he would finally give something away . Nothing happened for several days. Milan did nothing that was even remotely suspicious. But on August 10, the day of Alex’s funeral, as her distraught loved ones walked in procession behind her white coffin and mourned her passing, he made perhaps the biggest mistake of his life so far.
He went to Jelka’s house alone. The woman let him in and they spent a few minutes there. Then they left and got into her car. She sat in the front and he sat in the back. Interestingly, as soon as they started driving, he unexpectedly lay down on the seat. Intrigued, the undercover officers followed them to a local shopping center.
They followed Jelka into the underground parking lot and parked nearby so that they could see and hear everything. Unaware of anything, the woman and her companion got out of the car and, without exchanging a word, went inside. But not together, separately, as if they didn’t know each other at all. They wandered around the various scratch cards stands for a while and then returned to the parking lot.
They got into the car and sat down exactly the same way as before. Milan lay down in the back seat again so that he could not be seen from the outside. The woman left him where he parked his car and immediately drove away. And Milan, as the police recall, with a big smile on his face, headed towards the house.
Detectives decided it was the perfect time to apprehend him. They did it in front of his parents’ apartment. They handcuffed him, started searching him, and then a small package fell out of his shorts, something wrapped in toilet paper, plastic wrap, and rubber bands. “You are under arrest for possession of illegal substances,” one of the officers said.
And Milan immediately denied it: “But it’s not what you think. You can’t arrest me because it’s just money. He was n’t lying. There was indeed money in the bundle, and quite a lot of it, a whole 30,000 in brand new hundred dollar bills. The boy wouldn’t admit where he got it, but the police knew he must have gotten it from a thug.
Now everything was falling into place. The mother-in-law had hired criminals to get rid of the inconvenient daughter-in-law. The investigators’ theory was confirmed by a handwritten note found in the suspect’s house. The job was done, but the driver was arrested and taken for questioning. But you don’t have to worry about anything, because he did n’t say anything.
He will leave the country, but the price will increase and will be 30,000 dollars higher. Try to collect that money as soon as possible. In it, Milan spoke about Lorenc, the boy whose fingerprints were found in the red car. In his room, detectives even found a note with his name on it, but that’s Not everything was there, because the police found something else in the closet.
A pistol and a box of bullets, six of which were missing. Investigators were certain they had evidence of a crime, and the tests only confirmed their suspicions. Four witnesses confirmed that Lorenc was the driver of the red car, but surprisingly, none of them pointed to Milan as his companion. He was not the one who fired the shot.
As it later turned out, he was only an intermediary. He arranged equipment and people for the dirty work, but he was not directly involved in the incident . So who was Lorenc’s accomplice? Who was the real perpetrator? This is what the police were trying to determine. To this end, they searched the 21-year-old’s home and found a suspicious shoebox hidden deep in the closet.
Inside were two pieces of paper with names: Milan’s and the mysterious Dawid, a potential suspect. As you can imagine, Lorenz refused to say anything about his accomplices. He denied having anything to do with the tragedy and stubbornly repeated that the shoebox was not his, it belonged to to his wife. But no one believed him.
Especially since the name Dawid had already been mentioned to Ousza’s detectives. One witness testified at the beginning of the investigation that he recognized one of the attackers. He said Dawid Folk was sitting in the red car. The police tried to find him and question him, but they couldn’t find anyone with that name, so they gave up on the trail, assuming the man had made a mistake.
But now the name resurfaced. The detectives’ doubts were dispelled just a few days later. A woman came to the police station, claiming the perpetrator was her boyfriend. His name was Dawid Segowiano. He told me it was him. She confessed over the phone. He and Len are friends. They know each other very well .
Now it all started to make sense. When they checked Dawid’s name, it turned out Folk was his mother’s surname. The witness did recognize him. The officers asked the girl to help them, to install a wiretap in the house and get Dawid to confess. She willingly went. She refused to cooperate, did as she was told, and a few days later, she put her plan into action.
However, Dawid seemed to have a premonition. The police, who heard his every word, noticed that he was persistently avoiding the subject. He did n’t want to say anything. He clearly didn’t fully trust his beloved, but at some point, he gave in to pressure. He said he would, but after that, he didn’t say a word.
The detectives heard him scribbling something on a piece of paper and then flushing it down the toilet. The last sound was the sound of the toilet flushing. Dawid was clever, but the police didn’t give up. They obtained a warrant to search his house and immediately went to check it out. The suspect wasn’t in the apartment.
His roommate was, however. When asked what the boy was doing on August 5th, he replied that when he returned home in the evening, he decided to cut his long hair. “Oh, there it was, still in the trash,” he said, pointing to the trash. A piece of paper with the address and phone number of Lorenc and Milan was found in Dawid’s apartment, and tests confirmed that the hair from the stolen red car was from the stolen red car.
The Camaros were his. The man was arrested the same day . Jelka pleaded not guilty, although she was linked to all the men, as a note with their names was also found in her home . She maintained that she had not ordered the disposal of her daughter-in-law. The 30,000 they found on Milan was also not hers. According to the police, she did not seem like someone who would commit such a terrible act.
She was withdrawn, quiet, shy, spoke little, and did not look anyone in the eye. ” I am very sorry about what happened, Aleksander. But it wasn’t me, it was someone else, no one in our family. Not me, not my husband, not my son. She was not a good girl,” she claimed. The contempt for her daughter-in-law resonated in practically every word.
She repeated that she was a bad person, a bad mother, a bad wife. At times, she acted as if she were even glad that such a fate had befallen her. And this contradicted her innocence. As did the fact that in her The exact same book about Cindy James that the mysterious stalker had sent Aleksandra was found in the living room.
Jelka’s friend Helen added fuel to the fire. It was from her that the police learned the whole truth. She hated the girl. She kept saying she was a bad mother, a bad wife, and a terrible materialist. She couldn’t get over the fact that she had actually arranged this marriage. She kicked herself for having misjudged her.
She thought Alex was different, kind, docile, and would agree to anything. But the truth quickly came out. It turned out the girl had her own opinion and wouldn’t let herself be manipulated. This offended her. She gave them money, so she had the right to rule them. The divorce was the final nail in the coffin.
Jelka was furious that Aleksandra had been given half the house. She contributed nothing, she was not entitled to anything. She said she wanted to get rid of her, she wanted her to suffer. She told me she dreamed of it. When she found out I was going on vacation to Venezuela, She begged me to bring her a vodka doll because I wanted to carve her name on it . She was the one who was stalking Alex.
She sent her a book about Cindy James because she gave me one just like it , and then she set fire to a tree in front of her house. I saw it with my own eyes. I was the one who screamed at me. And when I asked why she did it, she said that Alex deserved both the tree and someone following her. She wanted to make me her accomplice.
One time, she asked me to go to Zdenka and tell her on her behalf that I wanted to see them in the coffin – all three of them – the mother, the grandmother, and the daughter. As for Milan, who organized it, he was at her house on August 2nd. As he was leaving, Jelka said, “It’ll all be over soon.” And Joe repeated the exact same thing, but on another occasion.
I knew Jelka had hired those thugs because she sort of admitted it to me . A few days after the tragedy, she said that three people were involved and that they used a semi-automatic. How could she have known that if she hadn’t hired them? She asked regretfully. Despite everything, Jelka continued to maintain her innocence.
However, she changed her version of events slightly. She was innocent, hadn’t orchestrated anything, had merely passively accepted the plan. But whose? Her son Joe’s, or perhaps her husband’s? Investigators wondered. Although neither of them was ever charged, their involvement in the conspiracy still raises serious doubts, because according to detectives, it wasn’t Jelka, but Joe, who appeared to be the one in control of the entire family.
Jelka was quiet, Joe submissive, and he dominated. He made all the decisions. He was the one without whom nothing could happen. Nothing could be bought. They said. Could something like this have happened without his will and knowledge? Could Jelka have withdrawn the entire $30,000 from their household budget without any consequences and not told him? She did have her own money from an inheritance from her family in Yugoslavia, but was it that much, and could her husband really have been unaware of it? It’s hard to
believe. Even more so, after years, Milan confessed that he had negotiated the rate with himself. The man promised him a bonus if they got rid of Aleksandra in front of her mother. On December 10, 1993, 53-year-old Jelka, Milan, and Lawrence were sentenced to life imprisonment with the possibility of parole after 25 years.
Dawid, the direct perpetrator, was sentenced to the same sentence in a separate trial . The mother-in-law from the nightmare never pleaded guilty. Despite the passage of time, she never said a kind word about Aleksandra. For years, she spoke of her only as a terrible mother and the worst wife. She had no remorse.
She was cold and indifferent when a tearful Zdenka, watching her being led out of court, shouted insults at her , not even looking up. Since 2018, she has been free. She lives with her husband and son in the house where her beautiful daughter-in-law and her grandson once lived . Little Brandon was raised by Aleksandra’s mother from Denko. He is now an adult.
The man maintains close ties with his father’s family. He became a mechanic, just like his father. However, he does not work in the family workshop. Thank you very much for listening to this moving story until the end. See you soon. Best regards.
