Two weeks. That is all it took. Just 14 short days. Think about that time frame for a second. Two weeks is nothing in the grand scheme of a lifetime. It’s a vacation. It’s a notice period at a job you hate. It’s the time it takes to binge a new TV show. But in this case, two weeks was the entire bridge between celebration and devastation.
Two weeks after blowing out candles, making wishes, laughing over cake, and celebrating another year of life, she was dead. Cold, gone forever. Murdered by the very person who had kissed her at midnight. The same person who had whispered, “I love you.” between high-stakes business meetings and romantic dinners.
The woman who knew every password, every secret, every vulnerability, every tick of her heart until she decided to stop it from beating. Her business partner, her lover, her killer. Y’all, this case is absolutely wild. I know we say that a lot in true crime, but I need you to really hear me on this one. Because usually, when we talk about domestic violence or crimes of passion, we are talking about a snap decision.
A moment of blinding rage where someone sees red and does something terrible in the heat of the moment. We talk about messy fights, alcohol, arguments that spiral out of control. But this, nah, this wasn’t that. This was calculated. This was planned with the precision of a military operation. This was cold-blooded in a way that makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up.
We are talking about a woman who threw a surprise birthday party for her victim on March 15th, 2019. She smiled in all the photos, her arm draped lovingly around her partner’s waist. She posted on social media about their unbreakable bond, using heart emojis and hashtags about soulmates. And then, exactly 14 days later, on March 29th, she ended her life, just like that.
But, here is the thing that will make your blood run absolutely cold. Investigators later found out that the murder weapon had been purchased just 3 days after that birthday party. Let that sink in for a moment. I want you to visualize it. While the victim was still sending thank you texts for the gifts, while she was still eating leftover birthday cake, while she was still feeling the glow of being loved and celebrated, her killer was already out there shopping for the tools to kill her.
Standing at a counter, looking at guns, weighing the options, deciding which bullet would do the job best. The audacity. The pure, unadulterated evil required to switch from happy birthday, baby, to I need a .38 caliber revolver in the span of 72 hours is something I cannot wrap my head around.
Now, you might be wondering, and frankly, you should be wondering, how does something like this happen? How does a fairytale love story turn into a gruesome murder plot? How do you share a bed with someone, build a business empire together, know how they take their coffee, and what their childhood trauma is, and then decide they need to die? Well, buckle up, folks, because this story has more twists than a pretzel factory.
We’ve got deep betrayal, complex financial fraud that would make Wall Street blush, secret affairs, forged documents, a web of digital lies, and a cover-up so sloppy that, honestly, this woman really thought she could gaslight an entire police department. Spoiler alert, she couldn’t. But, she sure tried. This is the tragic, infuriating story of 38-year-old Alyssa Carter, a successful entrepreneur, a devoted daughter, and a hopeless romantic who never saw the knife coming until it was too late.
And this is the terrifying story of 41-year-old Vanessa Caldwell, the woman who shared her life, her business, her bed, and then took everything from her. But before we dive into the nitty-gritty of this absolutely insane case, let’s set the stage. Let’s understand who these people were before they became headlines.
So, who exactly is Vanessa Caldwell? And more importantly, what turns someone into a killer? Let’s rewind the tape way back. Vanessa Elizabeth Caldwell was born on November 8th, 1977, in Charleston, South Carolina. On paper, her childhood looked pretty picture-perfect. Middle-class family, two younger brothers, parents who owned a small but successful hardware store.
The whole American dream situation. White picket fence energy. But here is where things get interesting and where we start to see the cracks in the foundation early on. According to court documents and extensive testimony from childhood friends who came out of the woodwork during the trial, Vanessa was always different.
Now, I don’t mean that in a quirky, she marches to the beat of her own drum kind of way. I mean she had this intensity about her that unsettled people. Everything was a competition, even things that shouldn’t be competitions. Everything was about winning, about being the best, about being noticed. One former classmate, speaking on condition of anonymity because honestly, people are still scared of her, told investigators, “Vanessa couldn’t stand not being the center of attention.
If someone else got praise, even for something small like a new haircut or a good grade, she’d find a way to tear them down.” But she was so charming about it. You almost didn’t notice what she was doing until it was too late. She’d give you a compliment that was actually an insult, and you’d be thanking her while you bled. Red flag alert, y’all.
That right there, that is a classic narcissistic behavior pattern. The need for admiration coupled with the subtle devaluation of others. But, we will get into the psychology of it all later. Throughout high school, Vanessa excelled. She was a straight-A student, captain of the debate team, on the homecoming court.
She was the girl who seemingly had it all together. The girl mothers wanted their daughters to be like. But, beneath that polished, perfect exterior, the people who knew her best saw the darkness. Her debate coach, Mr. Alan Franklin, gave a chilling statement years later during the investigation. He said, and I quote, “Vanessa was brilliant, no question.
She could argue any side of any issue. But, she had this unnerving ability to manipulate facts to support whatever narrative she wanted. She could make black seem white and have you believing it. It was impressive and terrifying in equal measure. She didn’t care about the truth. She cared about winning the argument. Now, keep that in mind.
That ability to manipulate facts, that talent for twisting reality, that is going to come back to haunt her in a major way. Vanessa attended the University of South Carolina, majoring in business administration with a minor in psychology. And ain’t that just perfect? She literally studied how human minds work, how to influence people, how to get what you want, and how to structure businesses to hide things.
It’s like she was building a toolkit for crime. During college, she had her first serious relationship with a woman named Taylor Mitchell. According to Taylor’s testimony, yes, she eventually testified in the trial and God bless her for her bravery. The relationship was intense from day one, like zero to 100 in a heartbeat.
And when I say intense, I mean red flags everywhere intense. Taylor told the court, “Vanessa needed to know where I was every minute, who I was with, what I was doing. At first, I thought it was romantic, you know, like she cared so much. I was young, I thought jealousy meant passion, but then it became suffocating.
She’d go through my phone while I was sleeping. She’d hack into my emails. She’d show up at my classes unannounced just to see who I was sitting next to. And if I confronted her, she’d flip it, make me feel like I was the crazy one for not trusting her. She’d cry and say she just loved me too much.” Classic DARVO tactic, folks.
Deny, attack, reverse victim and offender. Abusers use this all the time. Vanessa was already perfecting this technique in her early 20s. The relationship lasted 2 years before Taylor finally got out. She told friends afterward that she felt like she’d escaped rather than broken up. Those were her exact words, “escaped”, like she was fleeing a prison.
After graduating in 2000, Vanessa moved to Charlotte, North Carolina, where she started working for a marketing firm. By all accounts, she was good at her job. Real good. She had this gift for reading people, understanding what made them tick, and using that information to close deals. She was a rainmaker, but here is the thing about Vanessa, she couldn’t maintain long-term professional relationships, either.
She burned bridges as fast as she built them. In 6 years, she worked for four different companies. Now, job hopping ain’t always a red flag. Sometimes people are climbing the ladder, right? Getting that bag. But when investigators looked into her employment history, a disturbing pattern emerged. At every single job, she’d start out strong.
Everyone loved her. She was the star employee. She’d make connections, gain trust, learn the systems inside and out. Then, right around the 12- to 18-month mark, things would sour. Co-workers would report that she was taking credit for their work. Money or resources would go missing. Petty cash, expense account irregularities, conflicts would arise.
And every single time, Vanessa would leave before things got really bad. She had this sixth sense about when the walls were closing in, and she jumped ship before she got caught. Former supervisor Janet Carmichael told investigators, “Vanessa was the most charismatic person I’d ever met. She could sell ice to Eskimos, as they say.
But looking back, I realized she was a con artist in a business suit. She played us all. She made us think she was indispensable right up until the moment she robbed us blind.” By 2006, Vanessa was ready for a change. She’d been moving up the corporate ladder, making decent money, but she wanted more. She wanted to be her own boss. She wanted absolute control.
And that is exactly what she got. In early 2007, Vanessa started her own consulting firm, Caldwell Marketing Solutions. It was just her at first, working from a tiny office in downtown Charlotte, but she had big dreams. And to her credit, she had the skills to make those dreams happen. For a few years, things actually went well.
She built up a client base, made good money, and seemed to have her life together. She dated casually, nothing serious. She was focused on building her empire. But y’all, here is where our victim enters the picture, the light to Vanessa’s darkness, Alyssa Marie Carter. Born June 22, 1980 in Raleigh, North Carolina, 3 years younger than Vanessa, and in every way that mattered, Alyssa was Vanessa’s opposite.
Where Vanessa was calculated and controlled, Alyssa was spontaneous and warm. Where Vanessa kept people at arm’s length or manipulated them, Alyssa embraced everyone with open arms. Where Vanessa saw relationships as transactions, what can you do for me? Alyssa saw them as genuine connections. Alyssa had worked in event planning for years, building up an impressive portfolio of weddings, corporate events, and charity galas.
She was damn good at what she did, creative, organized, personable, the kind of person who could pull off a 300-person wedding in a hurricane without breaking a sweat, all while keeping the bride calm. But by 2015, Alyssa was burned out, working for other people, making them money while she hustled for a paycheck that never seemed enough.
She wanted more. She wanted to build something of her own, a legacy. So, she started looking for a business partner, someone with the marketing expertise and business acumen to help her launch her own event planning company. And that is how she met Vanessa Caldwell. Little did Alyssa know, this meeting at a coffee shop would be the beginning of the end of her life.
They met in September 2015 at a trendy coffee shop in the South End of Charlotte. A mutual acquaintance had connected them, thinking their skills would complement each other perfectly. And logically, they did. Alyssa needed marketing expertise and financial structure. Vanessa’s consulting business could use an expansion into the lucrative events industry.
On paper, it was a match made in business heaven. According to Alyssa’s best friend, Megan Price, who later became a key witness in the trial and fought like hell for justice, Alyssa came home from that first meeting absolutely buzzing with excitement. Megan testified, “Alyssa called me immediately after. She was practically vibrating.
She was like, ‘Meg, I just met the most amazing woman. She’s smart. She’s experienced. She totally gets my vision. I think this is really going to happen.’ She was so happy, so hopeful. She felt like she had finally found the missing piece of her puzzle. That hope would be her downfall. Over the next few months, Vanessa and Alyssa met regularly to hammer out the details of their partnership.
They’d get coffee, have dinner, spend hours talking about business plans and marketing strategies, and financial projections. But, somewhere along the way, the dynamic shifted. The business meetings started feeling like dates. The conversations turned personal. The boundaries blurred. Vanessa turned on the charm, the same charm that had fooled everyone else in her life.
By January 2016, Vanessa and Alyssa weren’t just business partners anymore. They were lovers. Now, mixing business with pleasure ain’t always a recipe for disaster. Plenty of people successfully navigate professional and romantic relationships. But, with someone like Vanessa, someone with her history, someone with her pathological need for control, this wasn’t a partnership.
This was a trap. This was a ticking time bomb waiting for the right moment to explode. In March 2016, they officially launched their company, Carter Caldwell Events and Marketing. Alyssa’s name first. That detail becomes important later. Trust me. It was a concession Vanessa made to stroke Alyssa’s ego to make her feel in charge while Vanessa held the real reins.
They split everything 50 minutes 50. Equal partners, equal investment, equal decision-making power. Alyssa put in $75,000 of her life savings. Vanessa matched it. They rented office space in a nice building, hired two employees and got to work. According to business records filed with the state of North Carolina, the company was structured as an LLC with both women listed as managing members.
All major financial decisions required both signatures. All assets were jointly owned. Remember those details. They are going to be real important when we talk about motive. The business took off like a rocket. Within the first year, they’d already landed several major clients. Two corporate accounts worth over $200,000 combined and a wedding for a local celebrity that got featured in Southern Living magazine.
Alyssa was in her element designing beautiful events, dealing with florists, making clients dreams come true. Vanessa handled the marketing, the finances, the back end stuff. The stuff Alyssa found boring and trusted Vanessa to handle. It seemed like the perfect division of labor. On the surface, everything looked perfect.
They were successful business women, powerhouses in the Charlotte scene, a happy couple living the dream. But behind closed doors, y’all, it was a whole different story. Megan Price told investigators that Alyssa started changing around mid-minus 2017, about a year and a half into the relationship.
She became more withdrawn, more anxious. She stopped hanging out with friends as much. She was always checking her phone, always worried about what Vanessa was thinking or doing. If she missed a call from Vanessa, she would panic. Megan said, “I asked Alyssa point-blank if everything was okay. She said Vanessa just had a strong personality, that she was stressed about the business.
She made excuses for her, but I could see it in her eyes. She was scared. Not physically scared, at least not yet, but emotionally trapped. Like she’d built this cage around herself and didn’t know how to get out. She was walking on eggshells constantly.” By 2018, the business was doing even better. They’d expanded to four employees.
Revenue was over $500,000 annually. They were talking about opening a second location in Raleigh, but Vanessa was getting greedy. According to forensic accounting records presented at trial, Vanessa had been slowly, systematically siphoning money from the business accounts. It started small. A $500 consulting fee here, a $1,000 vendor payment there to a shell company.
Nothing that would trigger immediate alarm bells if you weren’t looking closely. But over the course of 2 years, from January 2017 to December 2018, she’d stolen nearly $87,000 from their joint business. $87,000, and Alyssa had no idea. She trusted Vanessa implicitly. Where was that money going? Was she gambling? Drugs? Nope.
Vanessa was living a double life, folks. She’d rented a second apartment across town that Alyssa didn’t know about. A luxury bachelor pad. She was seeing another woman, we’ll call her Brooke Sanderson, who thought Vanessa was single. She was buying expensive gifts, taking weekend trips, living it up, playing the big shot.
All on money stolen from the business she and Alyssa had built together. She was stealing Alyssa’s hard work to fund an affair. It’s despicable, but here is where it gets even messier. Because in late 2018, Alyssa started asking questions. She noticed some discrepancies in the books. Nothing major at first, just numbers that didn’t quite add up.
Alyssa wasn’t an accountant, but she wasn’t stupid. She started doing her own mini audit, cross-referencing receipts with bank statements late at night when Vanessa was asleep. And that is when she realized something was very, very wrong. According to Alyssa’s private journal, yes, investigators found her diary and reading it was heartbreaking.
She wrote this entry on December 3rd, 2018. I think Vanessa is stealing from the company. I don’t want to believe it. I love her. God, I love her, but the numbers don’t lie. I found receipts for things we never purchased. Withdrawals I never authorized. I’m scared to confront her. What if I’m wrong? What if she gets angry? What do I do? I feel like my world is crumbling.
Alyssa did what she thought was the smart thing. She went to their external accountant first, quietly. Just to verify her suspicions before confronting Vanessa. She wanted to be sure. The accountant confirmed it. There was definitely financial irregularity. Large sums were unaccounted for. He recommended she contact a lawyer immediately and possibly the police.
But Alyssa, sweet, trusting Alyssa wanted to give Vanessa a chance to explain. She still loved her, y’all. She still believed there might be some reasonable explanation, some misunderstanding. So, in early January 2019, Alyssa finally worked up the courage to confront Vanessa about the missing money. And that conversation, that is when the dynamic shifted from toxic to deadly.
That is when Vanessa realized she had a problem. A problem named Alyssa Carter who wasn’t going to just let this slide. According to text messages recovered from Alyssa’s phone, the confrontation didn’t go well. Vanessa denied everything at first, gaslit her, told her she was crazy. Then she admitted to borrowing some money, but insisted she’d pay it back, that it was just a temporary cash flow issue.
Then she got angry, flipping the script, accusing Alyssa of not trusting her, of betraying their partnership by going behind her back. Classic Vanessa, but Alyssa wasn’t backing down this time. She had found her spine. She told Vanessa she wanted a full audit of the books, a forensic audit. She wanted everything documented.
And if Vanessa didn’t pay back what she’d taken, Alyssa would have no choice but to dissolve the partnership and possibly press charges. And that is when Vanessa made her decision. Alyssa knew too much. Alyssa could ruin her. Alyssa could send her to prison. Alyssa had to go. For the next 2 months, Vanessa played the role of the repentant perfect girlfriend. She apologized profusely.
She cried real tears. She promised to make things right. She suggested they go to couples therapy to work on their communication issues. She bought Alyssa flowers every week, cooked her favorite meals, told her how much she loved her. She love bombed her back into submission. And Alyssa, wanting so badly to believe that everything would be okay, let her guard down.
But Vanessa was just buying time. Behind Alyssa’s back, she was consulting with lawyers, trying to figure out if there was any way to dissolve the partnership without having to pay Alyssa her share. She was talking to that side chick, Brooke Sanderson, about maybe moving in together once she figured some things out.
She was researching how business partnerships work after one partner dies. Yeah. Let that sink in for a minute. Digital forensics later revealed Vanessa’s search history from February 2019. The searches included what happens to business ownership when partner dies, life insurance policy small business, how long does it take to settle an estate, inheritance laws North Carolina, can business partner be beneficiary.
She wasn’t looking for a therapist. She was looking for a payout. And here is the truly chilling part. On February 28th, 2019, Vanessa took out a $500,000 life insurance policy on Alyssa with herself as the sole beneficiary. Half a million dollars. Alyssa signed the paperwork, but she had no idea about the amount or the beneficiary.
Vanessa told her it was just standard business protection stuff, key man insurance, that both of them needed policies to protect the company. She said she’d gotten one on herself, too. She hadn’t. It was all a lie. A $500,000 bet on Alyssa’s death. Then came the birthday, March 15th, 2019. Alyssa’s 38th birthday.
Vanessa threw her a surprise party at their office. She went all out. 25 people attended, friends, family, employees, clients. Everyone who was there said the same thing afterward. Vanessa seemed like the perfect partner, attentive, loving. She gave a speech about how Alyssa was her soulmate, her best friend, her everything.
She gave her an expensive necklace. They kissed in front of everyone, smiling for the cameras. It was a performance worthy of an Oscar. Alyssa’s mother, Diane Carter, told investigators through tears, “Vanessa looked her in the eyes and said, ‘Here’s to many more birthdays together.’ And she was smiling.
Smiling while she was already planning to kill my baby. How can someone be that evil? How can someone look you in the face and smile while holding a knife behind their back?” Because 3 days after that party, on March 18th, 2019, Vanessa drove to a gun shop in Matthews, North Carolina. She purchased a .38 caliber revolver.
She paid cash. She provided all the proper identification and passed the background check. She was calm, cool, collected. The store owner later testified that Vanessa seemed completely normal. She said she wanted something for home protection, maybe something she could keep in her nightstand. He showed her several options. She chose the .
38 because it was reliable and powerful. And y’all, she had 11 days. 11 days to change her mind. 11 days to look at that gun and realize how insane this plan was. 11 days to choose divorce or bankruptcy or honesty. 11 days to choose life. She didn’t. March 29th, 2019. 14 days after Alyssa’s birthday. A Friday evening.
The day Vanessa Caldwell decided to become a murderer. Let’s walk through that day minute by minute because the details matter. Every decision Vanessa made, every lie she told, every step that led to murder. March 29th, 2019 started like any other Friday at Carter Caldwell Events and Marketing. 8:00 a.m. Alyssa arrived at the office.
According to security camera footage from the building, she was carrying her usual stuff, laptop bag, a coffee from Starbucks, a smile on her face. She looked ready to tackle the day. She waved at the security guard, Derek Thompson, who’d later become a crucial witness. Derek testified, “Ms. Carter was always cheerful. That morning was no different.
She asked about my daughter’s soccer game. Just normal conversation. She seemed happy. She had no idea it was her last morning.” 8:15 a.m. Vanessa arrived. She pulled into her reserved parking spot, grabbed her things, and headed upstairs. On the surface, everything seemed normal between them. Co-workers who were there that morning said they seemed fine, professional, cordial, no obvious tension.
But here is what those co-workers didn’t know. Vanessa had the gun in her purse. It was sitting right there next to her lipstick and her wallet. A deadly secret nestled in leather. The morning passed normally. Emails were answered. Client calls were taken. A team meeting about an upcoming wedding was held.
Alyssa was in full event planner mode, coordinating with vendors, going over seating charts, obsessing over every detail like she always did. Vanessa played her role perfectly. The supportive business partner, making suggestions, approving invoices, acting like this was just another day at the office.
But inside, y’all, she was counting down the hours. She was watching the clock ticking toward death. 12:30 p.m. The employees, all four of them, left for lunch. It was a Friday tradition. They’d all go out together to decompress from the week, talk about weekend plans, bond as a team. Vanessa and Alyssa usually went with them, but that day, Vanessa suggested they stay behind, according to testimony from employee Sarah Chen.
Vanessa said she and Alyssa needed to go over the quarterly finances, and it couldn’t wait. Alyssa seemed surprised, like this was news to her, but she agreed to stay. We all left around 12:30. That was the last time I saw Alyssa alive. I waved goodbye, and she waved back. I wish I hadn’t left.
So, now we have Vanessa and Alyssa alone in the office. No witnesses, no cameras inside the suite, just the two of them. This is the moment Vanessa had been planning. This is what all those sleepless nights, all that research, all that preparation had led to. According to the timeline reconstructed by investigators, Alyssa actually did pull up the financial reports on her computer.
She was taking Vanessa’s suggestion seriously. They genuinely did need to review the numbers. She probably thought this was a good sign, that Vanessa was finally ready to be transparent. But Alyssa didn’t know that this wasn’t about business. This was about survival, Vanessa’s survival. Because if Alyssa kept digging into those finances, if she followed through on getting that full audit, Vanessa’s theft would be exposed.
She’d lose everything, the business, her reputation, her freedom. So, in Vanessa’s twisted mind, there was only one solution. Elimination. 1:47 p.m. This is the exact timestamp when security cameras captured something crucial. The camera in the hallway outside the office suite recorded Vanessa walking to the door, looking both ways down the corridor, and turning the deadbolt. She locked them in.
Now, at trial, the defense tried to argue this meant nothing. People lock office doors for privacy during important meetings all the time, right? But, combined with everything else, this was premeditation in action. She was sealing the tomb. What happened in the next 18 minutes, we know from forensic evidence, blood spatter analysis, and the crime scene itself.
We don’t have an eyewitness. We don’t have a confession, but the evidence speaks volumes. Alyssa was sitting at her desk facing her computer monitor reviewing financial spreadsheets. Her back was partially turned to the door of her private office. She trusted Vanessa enough to turn her back. Vanessa approached from behind. She pulled the .
38 revolver from her purse. She raised it. Her hand didn’t shake, and she fired. The first shot hit Alyssa in the back of the head just above her left ear. According to the medical examiner’s report, this wound alone would have been fatal. Alyssa collapsed forward onto her desk, but Vanessa didn’t stop. She wasn’t taking any chances.
She fired four more times. Four more bullets entered Alyssa’s body. Two in the back, one in the shoulder, one that went through her right hand, a defensive wound that suggests Alyssa might have twitched or moved reflexively in those final seconds. Five shots, five bullets, five chances to stop and realize the horror of what she was doing.
She used every single one. Alyssa Marie Carter, age 38, died at her desk surrounded by seating charts for a wedding she’d never see, holding a pen she’d never write with again, in an office she’d built with her own blood, sweat, and tears, murdered by the woman she loved. 2:05 p.m. This is when Vanessa had to face reality.
The silence after five gunshots in an office is deafening. She just killed someone. There was blood everywhere, a body in the office, and she had to figure out what to do next. Now, here is where you’d think someone who’d planned a murder would have a solid plan for afterward, right? Wrong. Vanessa’s cover-up attempt was so sloppy, so ridiculous, it’s honestly shocking she thought it would work. Panic set in.
First, she called Brooke Sanderson, her side chick. Yeah. Minutes after committing murder, she is on the phone with her secret girlfriend. The call lasted 47 seconds. Investigators never recovered the audio, but they got phone records. Brooke was later questioned and gave testimony about what she remembered from that call.
Brooke said, “Vanessa called me, and she sounded off, breathless, adrenaline-filled. She said something about having a business emergency, and she’d have to cancel our weekend plans. I asked if she was okay. She said she was fine and hung up quickly. It was weird, but I didn’t think much of it at the time. I just thought she was stressed.
” Next, Vanessa tried to clean up. She used paper towels from the bathroom to wipe down surfaces. She tried to clean blood spatter off the walls, which is impossible, by the way. Blood is unbelievably hard to clean completely, and forensic luminol would later reveal every spot she tried to wipe away.
She bagged up the bloody paper towels, put them in her purse with the gun, picked up the shell casings, all five of them. She was trying to erase the violence, but here is what she forgot. Modern firearms leave marks, unique marks. And those bullets that were still in Alyssa’s body, they tell investigators exactly what kind of gun was used.
And that gun store in Matthews had records of exactly who’d purchased that exact model just 11 days earlier. Then Vanessa did something truly cold-blooded. She sat down at Alyssa’s computer. The body was right there. She used Alyssa’s login credentials, which she knew because they shared everything, remember? And sent an email to all four employees. The email, sent at 2:34 p.m.
from Alyssa’s account, said, “Hey team, hope you’re enjoying lunch. Vanessa and I decided to take the rest of the day off to handle some personal business. Please lock up when you get back and enjoy your weekend. See everyone Monday. Alyssa.” She signed it Alyssa. Used Alyssa’s casual tone.
This email would later be a major piece of evidence showing premeditation and cover-up. Because who sends a friendly email after murdering someone? A stone-cold killer, that’s who. She was puppeteering the dead. 2:41 p.m. Security cameras caught Vanessa exiting the building. She is carrying her purse and a large tote bag, the kind they usually carried event materials in.
But investigators would later determine this bag contained the bloody paper towels and the murder weapon. She is walking fast, not running, that would draw attention, but definitely moving with purpose. She keeps her head down, avoiding direct eye contact with cameras. She looks rattled. Derek Thompson, the security guard, saw her leave. He testified, “I waved at Ms.
Caldwell. She gave me this tight smile, didn’t really stop to chat. She said she and Ms. Carter were taking off early. I asked if Ms. Carter was still upstairs. She said no, that Alyssa had left through the back stairwell to dodge traffic. I thought it was weird because usually they left together, but I figured maybe they had separate errands.
I watched her walk to her car. She looked tense.” Vanessa got in her car and drove. Investigators later traced her route using traffic cameras and cell phone tower pings. She drove south on Highway 74 toward the South Carolina border. Now, y’all, this is where it gets even more wild because Vanessa wasn’t just disposing of evidence.
She had a whole elaborate plan for what came next. 3:18 p.m. Cell phone records place Vanessa near Lake Wylie, a large reservoir that straddles the North Carolina-South Carolina border. This lake is huge, over 13,000 acres, and in many areas extremely deep. Vanessa found a secluded boat ramp area. No security cameras, no witnesses, just trees and water and privacy.
According to what investigators pieced together later, this is where Vanessa disposed of the murder weapon and the bloody towels. She threw them in the lake weighted down with something heavy, probably rocks or a weight from the gym bag that was later found empty in her car trunk. Splash. Gone.
That gun, by the way, still hasn’t been found. The lake is that big, that deep, that complicated to search. Divers spent weeks down there, but came up empty. But investigators didn’t need the physical weapon to prove their case. The paper trail was enough. More on that later. 3:52 p.m. Vanessa stopped at a gas station in York County, South Carolina.
Security footage shows her filling up her tank, going inside to pay cash, and buying a bottle of water. The cashier, Heather Mills, testified at trial. She said, “I remember her because she seemed jittery, like nervous about something. She kept looking around, checking her phone, rubbing her hands together like she was trying to get something off them.
But she was polite enough, paid cash, said thank you, left. Vanessa was checking her phone constantly because she was waiting. Waiting for someone to discover Alyssa’s body. Waiting for the scream. 4:30 p.m. Vanessa arrived back at her own apartment. Not the one she shared with Alyssa, but that secret apartment she’d been renting with stolen money.
The one where she’d stashed Brooke when she came to visit. For the next few hours, Vanessa did what any normal person would do after committing murder. She took a shower, ordered takeout from her favorite Thai restaurant, and watched Netflix. You cannot make this stuff up. She murdered her girlfriend and then settled in for a cozy Friday night.
According to her account’s viewing history subpoenaed during the investigation, Vanessa watched two episodes of a crime drama called Deadly Women. The irony is thicker than peanut butter. She was literally studying or maybe just reveling in it. Meanwhile, back at the office, the employees had returned from lunch around 2:00 p.m. They saw the email from Alyssa, locked up like she’d asked, and went home for the weekend.
Nobody checked Alyssa’s private office. Why would they? The door was closed. The email said they were gone. Nobody thought anything was wrong. The email had seemed perfectly normal. Alyssa’s body wouldn’t be discovered for another 60 hours. 60 hours lying on the that desk. Saturday morning, Vanessa woke up to a problem.
A problem named Megan Price. Megan, Alyssa’s best friend, had been texting Alyssa since Friday night. They’d made plans to go to brunch Saturday morning. It was their weekly tradition. Every Saturday at 10:00 a.m., same cafe, same booth if they could get it. But Alyssa wasn’t responding. Not to texts, not to calls. Radio silence.
This was totally unlike her. At first, Megan wasn’t worried. Maybe Alyssa had silenced her phone. Maybe she’d had a late night with Vanessa and was sleeping in. But by 10:30 a.m. when Alyssa still hadn’t shown up or responded, Megan started getting concerned. She called Vanessa. This call was crucial because Vanessa had to perform, had to act confused, had to seem worried but not too worried.
Megan later testified about this conversation. “I called Vanessa around 10:45. She answered after a few rings. I asked if she knew where Alyssa was.” Vanessa said she thought Alyssa was with me, that Alyssa had told her she was spending the weekend with friends. I said that didn’t make sense because Alyssa would never blow off our brunch plans.
Vanessa acted all concerned, said maybe Alyssa needed some space and forgot to tell us. But something about her voice was off, too calm, too measured, like she was reading a script. Megan’s instincts were screaming at her that something was wrong, but she didn’t know what. She called Alyssa’s mom, Diane Carter.
Diane hadn’t heard from Alyssa either, which was unusual because Alyssa called her mom every Friday evening without fail. Now two people were worried. By Saturday afternoon, it was three. Alyssa’s brother, Ethan Carter, also hadn’t heard from her. They formed a frantic little network of worry. They all tried calling Vanessa again. She gave the same story.
Alyssa had said she needed some space, wanted a weekend to herself. Everything was fine, stop worrying. Sunday morning, Megan decided enough was enough. Alyssa wouldn’t just disappear without telling anyone. This wasn’t like her at all. At 9:14 a.m., Megan called the Charlotte Mecklenburg Police Department to file a missing person report.
The officer who took her call, Officer Daniel Reyes, treated it seriously. Young woman completely out of character to disappear, family and friends concerned. He told Megan he’d look into it. One of the first things he did was call Vanessa Caldwell, the business partner and girlfriend, the last person known to have seen Alyssa.
This phone call was recorded, standard procedure. And y’all listening to it knowing what we know now, it is absolutely chilling. Officer Reyes, “Miss Caldwell, this is Officer Reyes with CMPD. I’m calling about Alyssa Carter. Her friends filed a missing person report. When was the last time you saw her?” Vanessa, “Oh my god, is she okay? I saw her Friday at work.
We worked until about 2:30, then she said she had some errands to run. She seemed fine. Is something wrong?” Officer Reyes, “We’re just trying to locate her. Did she mention where she was going, any plans for the weekend?” Vanessa, “She said something about needing time to herself. She’d been stressed about a big wedding we’re planning.
I just assumed she went somewhere to decompress. This isn’t like her, though. Should I be worried?” The performance was almost perfect. Almost. But Officer Reyes noted in his report that something felt off about Vanessa’s tone. She asked the right questions, said the right things, but there was an emotional flatness to it.
Like she was reading from a script. By Sunday afternoon, Officer Reyes decided to check the office. Just routine. Maybe Alyssa had left some clue about where she was going, some indication of her plans. He arrived at the building at 3:47 p.m. The security guard, Derek Thompson, let him in. They went up to the Carter Caldwell suite.
The door was locked, standard. Derek had a master key. They opened it, and that is when the smell hit them. The metallic scent of blood. They found her. Officer Reyes later testified, “I saw blood on the floor first, a trail leading to the back office. I drew my weapon, called for backup, approached carefully. When I looked in that office, I’ve been a cop for 15 years.
I’ve seen a lot, but this This was bad. She was slumped over her desk. Blood everywhere. I immediately called it in as a homicide. There was no checking for a pulse. She was gone.” At 3:52 p.m. on Sunday, March 31st, 2019, Alyssa Carter’s death became an official murder investigation. Within 30 minutes, the office was swamped. Homicide detectives, crime scene investigators, the medical examiner.
They cordoned off the entire floor, started processing evidence, taking photos, collecting samples. The machinery of justice began to turn. Detective Rachel Kim, no relation to the employee, different person, was the lead investigator. She’d been with homicide for 8 years. Tough, smart, thorough. She took one look at that crime scene and knew this wasn’t random.
This was personal. The crime scene told a story. Alyssa had been shot from behind while working at her computer. No signs of forced entry. No signs of robbery. Her purse was still there, wallet intact, expensive laptop untouched. This wasn’t a burglary gone wrong. This wasn’t a random attack. This was an execution. And Detective Kim had a very short list of suspects.
Because who has access to this office? Who knows the security codes? Who has keys? Who would Alyssa feel comfortable enough around to turn her back on? The business partner, the girlfriend, Vanessa Caldwell. At 5:23 p.m. Sunday evening, Detective Kim called Vanessa to inform her of Alyssa’s death and ask her to come to the station to give a statement.
Now, if you’ve got nothing to hide, you’d rush down to that police station immediately, right? You’d be frantic demanding answers, asking what happened, offering to help in any way possible. But Vanessa, Vanessa said she was too upset. She said she couldn’t drive. She’d come down Monday morning. Red flag number 1,003, y’all. Who waits until morning when their partner has been murdered? What was Vanessa really doing Sunday night instead of racing to the police station? According to phone records and digital evidence later uncovered, she was
covering her tracks. She deleted hundreds of text messages between herself and Alyssa. She cleared her browser history. She searched for information about police interrogation tactics. She even called a criminal defense attorney, attorney Ryan Blackwell, at 9:47 p.m. Sunday night. That attorney later had to testify about that phone call due to the crime fraud exception.
He said Vanessa asked general questions about what happens when someone is questioned by police, what rights she has, whether she needs a lawyer present. He told her she had the right to an attorney, but that only guilty people usually lawyer up immediately. Vanessa thanked him and hung up. She decided to go to the police station without a lawyer, to play the grieving girlfriend, to maintain her innocence.
She thought she was smarter than the cops. Monday morning, April 1st, 2019, Vanessa Caldwell walked into the Charlotte-Mecklenburg Police Department Headquarters at 10:04 a.m. She was wearing black, a modest dress, looked appropriately mournful. She’d been crying, you could see it in her red eyes, her puffy face.
Whether those tears were real or manufactured, well, that’s the question. Detective Kim met her in the lobby, offered condolences, asked her to come to an interview room to give her statement. Vanessa agreed, didn’t ask for a lawyer, didn’t hesitate. Just followed Detective Kim down the hallway to interview room three.
Now, y’all, I’m about to break down this interrogation because it is absolutely wild. This is where Vanessa’s facade started to crack. This is where her lies started piling up. This is where a skilled detective started tightening the noose. The interrogation lasted 3 hours and 42 minutes. It was recorded, video and audio. That tape would become crucial evidence at trial.
Detective Kim started soft, expressed sympathy, asked Vanessa to walk through the last time she saw Alyssa. Vanessa stuck to her story. They’d worked Friday morning, had a meeting about finances. Alyssa left around 2:30 to run errands. She seemed fine, normal, happy even. But Detective Kim was watching body language, listening for inconsistencies, and she picked up on something immediately.
Detective Kim, you said Alyssa left around 2:30. Did you see her leave? Vanessa, no, I was in my office. I heard the door close. Detective Kim, but the security guard says you left at 2:41, and Alyssa’s car was still in the parking lot all weekend. So, if she left to run errands, how did she leave? Y’all, this is that moment in detective shows when the suspect realizes they’ve been caught in a lie, and you could see it on Vanessa’s face.
Just for a second, that flash of panic, but Vanessa was smart. She recovered quickly, too quickly. Vanessa, her car was there, then. Then she must have gotten a ride from someone. Maybe she called an Uber, or maybe one of her friends picked her up. Detective Kim, can you think of anyone who might have picked her up? Vanessa named Megan.
Said maybe Alyssa had been planning to meet Megan and just didn’t mention it to her. But Detective Kim had already talked to Megan. She knew Alyssa never showed up. She knew Alyssa hadn’t contacted Megan at all Friday. The lies were unraveling. Detective Kim pulled out crime scene photos. Not the graphic ones, she wasn’t trying to be cruel, but photos of Alyssa’s desk, the computer still on, the spreadsheet still pulled up.
Detective Kim, Alyssa was shot while working. Someone came up behind her and fired five times. This was personal, Vanessa. This was someone who knew her, someone she trusted enough to turn her back on. And here is where Vanessa made a crucial mistake, a slip of the tongue that would cost her everything.
She looked at those photos and she said, “Five times, Jesus. Someone really wanted her dead.” Wait, wait, wait, hold up. How did Vanessa know it was five shots? That detail hadn’t been released to the public. The news reports just said Alyssa had been shot, not how many times. The only people who knew it was five shots were the police, the medical examiner, and the killer.
Detective Kim’s eyes narrowed. She made a note. Gotcha. The interrogation continued. Detective Kim asked about their relationship. Vanessa painted a picture of perfect harmony. They were in love, planning a future, no problems at all. But Detective Kim brought up the financial discrepancies, said they’d been looking at the business accounts.
Asked if Vanessa knew anything about missing money. And y’all, Vanessa’s face went pale. Like all the blood just drained right out. The ghost of her fraud had entered the room. Vanessa, missing money? What are you talking about, Detective Kim? We have forensic accountants going through your books. There are irregularities.
Large sums unaccounted for. Alyssa was concerned about it. Had even contacted your accountant to investigate. Vanessa’s whole demeanor changed. She got defensive. Said she didn’t know what they were talking about. Said if money was missing, maybe Alyssa took it. Maybe Alyssa was hiding things. Classic narcissist move, blame the victim, make them the bad guy.
But Detective Kim wasn’t buying it. Then came the knockout punch. Detective Kim laid out a timeline on the table. Showed Vanessa that her phone had pinged cell towers near Lake Wylie Friday afternoon. Asked her why she’d driven to South Carolina right after Alyssa died. Vanessa stumbled. Said she’d needed to clear her head.
Said she just driven around. Said it meant nothing. But Detective Kim asked, did you throw something in that lake, Vanessa? Silence. Long, heavy silence. Then Vanessa said the words that would seal her fate. I want a lawyer. The interview was over. By law, once she invoked her right to an attorney, all questioning had to stop. But the damage was done.
Vanessa had lied multiple times. She’d known details she shouldn’t have known. She’d placed herself near the location where evidence was likely disposed of. She’d shown consciousness of guilt. Detective Kim walked Vanessa out. Told her not to leave town. Vanessa nodded, wiping tears, playing the victim.
But as she left that police station, Vanessa Caldwell had no idea just much evidence was already stacking up against her. She was walking dead. Okay, so Vanessa lawyered up. Smart move, right? Well, yes and no. Because while she was sitting in her apartment thinking she dodged a bullet, the Charlotte-Mecklenburg Police Department was building a case so airtight, so overwhelmingly damning, that no lawyer in the world could save her.
This is where good old-fashioned detective work meets modern forensic science. And folks, it is beautiful. Detective Rachel Kim became obsessed with this case. She worked 16-hour days, barely slept, because she knew, knew in her gut, that Vanessa Caldwell had killed Alyssa Carter. But knowing and proving are two different things.
She needed evidence, physical evidence, digital evidence, witness testimony. She needed to build a case so strong that a jury would have no reasonable doubt. So, let’s break down how investigators unravelled Vanessa’s lies piece by piece, thread by thread, until the whole tapestry of deception came apart. First up, phone records, both Alyssa’s and Vanessa’s.
The digital forensics team, led by tech specialist Kevin Wong, pulled everything. Call logs, text messages, location data, app usage, deleted files, everything. And y’all, what they found was a goldmine. Kevin Wong testified at trial about what they discovered. Let me break down the key findings. Vanessa had deleted over 400 text messages between herself and Alyssa in the days following the murder.
But here is the thing about digital deletion. It ain’t really deleted. The messages were still on the carrier’s servers. When forensics recovered those texts, they showed a pattern of Alyssa confronting Vanessa about the stolen money, Vanessa making excuses, Alyssa threatening to end the partnership, Vanessa begging for more time.
The last text Alyssa sent to Vanessa was at 11:47 a.m. on Friday, March 29th. It said, “We need to talk seriously this afternoon. I can’t keep ignoring this. Either you come clean about the money or I’m calling my lawyer Monday morning.” Alyssa never got the chance to make that call.
Vanessa’s location data placed her at the office until 2:41 p.m. Friday, then traveling south toward Lake Wylie, then back to her apartment by 4:30 p.m. But, here is what is crucial. Her phone was off for exactly 37 minutes between 3:11 p.m. and 3:48 p.m. Right during the window when she would have been disposing of evidence at the lake. Vanessa had turned off her phone thinking it would prevent tracking.
What she didn’t realize was that the act of turning it off at that specific time was itself evidence of consciousness of guilt. Rookie mistake, Vanessa. Rookie mistake. Vanessa’s Google search history. Oh, man, this was damning. Remember those searches from February about what happens when a business partner dies.
There was more, so much more. Searches included, “How long does gunpowder residue stay on hands? Can police trace bullets without the gun? Lake Wylie depth map. How to permanently delete text messages? Do security cameras record audio? North Carolina life insurance payout timeline.” She literally Googled how to get away with murder and then tried to get away with murder.
It was like a how-to guide for idiots. But, wait, there’s more. The forensics team also found that Vanessa had been researching how to stage a suicide. Pages about gunshot wound patterns, articles about suicide notes, forums about depression and mental health. The prosecution’s theory, supported by this evidence, was that Vanessa had initially considered making Alyssa’s death look like a suicide, but when she actually committed the act, shot Alyssa from behind multiple times, it was obviously impossible to stage as a suicide. So, she pivoted to just
trying to create distance between herself and the crime. The forensics team also confirmed that the email sent from Alyssa’s account at 2:34 p.m. on Friday, the one telling employees to go home early, came from Vanessa’s IP address. She’d sent it from her phone, logged into Alyssa’s email account using saved passwords.
This is why you don’t share passwords with your romantic partners, folks. I know it seems sweet and trusting, but look what can happen. It became the digital fingerprint of a murderer. While the digital team was doing their thing, another team was collecting every second of surveillance footage from every camera anywhere near the crime scene or Vanessa’s movements.
Security footage from the office building, traffic cameras along her route, cameras from the gas station in South Carolina, ATM cameras, store cameras, everything. They created a complete video timeline of Vanessa’s movements that Friday. Key moments captured on camera. 2:41 p.m., Vanessa leaving the building alone, carrying that large tote bag, looking around nervously.
The body language expert who analyzed this footage testified that Vanessa displayed multiple signs of anxiety and guilt. Excessive checking of surroundings, hunched posture, rapid movements. 2:53 p.m., Vanessa’s car at a red light on Highway 74. You can see her in the driver’s seat, both hands on the wheel, staring straight ahead.
No phone call, no casual behavior, laser-focused on getting away. 3:52 p.m. the gas station in South Carolina. This footage was particularly revealing. Vanessa pumped gas, went inside, and as she waited in line to pay, she was visibly checking her hands, rubbing her palms together, looking at them closely. The prosecution argued she was checking for blood or gunpowder residue.
The defense said she was just anxious, but combined with her Google searches about gunpowder residue, pretty damning. Remember that .38 revolver Vanessa bought 11 days before the murder. Investigators tracked it down. They visited every gun shop in a 50-mile radius, asking about recent purchases of .38 caliber revolvers.
The owner of Matthew’s Gun & Pawn, Greg Fletcher, remembered Vanessa immediately. Greg Fletcher testified, “I remember her because she was very particular. She wanted something small, easy to conceal, but with stopping power. She asked about how loud different guns were, whether there were any legal issues with transporting a firearm across state lines.
She paid cash, $420 exactly. I gave her the standard paperwork about safe storage and gun laws. She passed the background check, no problem. The background check was key. It established that Vanessa Caldwell had legally purchased a .38 caliber revolver on March 18th, 2019. The medical examiner confirmed that Alyssa Carter was killed with a .38 caliber weapon.
Even without recovering the actual gun, the forensic ballistics expert testified that the bullets removed from Alyssa’s body were consistent with being fired from a .38 caliber revolver. And that the specific striations and markings suggested a gun of the exact make and model Vanessa had purchased.
Now, could Vanessa claim she bought the gun for protection and someone else used it? Sure, she could try, but that’s where all the other evidence comes in. The tapestry, remember? Forensic accountant Sophia Martinez spent 3 weeks going through every transaction in the Carter-Caldwell business accounts. Plus Vanessa’s personal accounts.
Plus that secret bank account Vanessa had opened under just her name. What she found was systematic, deliberate theft spanning 2 years. Vanessa had been using several methods. Creating fake vendor invoices and cutting checks to herself. Marking legitimate business expenses as higher amounts and pocketing the difference.
Transferring money to her personal account in small increments. Using the company credit card for personal expenses and coding them as business costs. Total amount stolen, $87,342.18. The prosecution argued this was the motive. Vanessa was facing exposure. She’d lose the business, face criminal charges, possible prison time.
Her reputation would be destroyed. In her mind, killing Alyssa solved all her problems. With Alyssa dead and Vanessa as the surviving partner, she’d control the business. She’d get the life insurance payout. And with Alyssa unable to testify, the theft might never be fully exposed. Except it didn’t work out that way.
Because Alyssa had already told people. Had already contacted their accountant. Had already started the paper trail that would eventually lead to Vanessa’s arrest. This piece of evidence sealed the deal on premeditation. By late April 2019, just 4 weeks after Alyssa’s murder, investigators had built an overwhelming case.
They had digital evidence placing Vanessa at the scene, financial evidence establishing motive, video evidence tracking her movements, the gun purchase, the suspicious life insurance policy, the attempted cover-up, witness testimony about her controlling behavior, and her own statements and lies during the interrogation.
It was time to make an arrest. The hammer was about to drop. On April 30th, 2019 at 6:17 a.m., a team of detectives and uniformed officers arrived at Vanessa Caldwell’s apartment with an arrest warrant. They knocked, announced themselves, waited. Vanessa answered the door in pajamas, looking genuinely surprised. She’d convinced herself she’d gotten away with it, that her performance had worked, that the investigation would fizzle out.
Detective Kim read her the arrest warrant. Vanessa Elizabeth Caldwell, you are under arrest for the murder of Alyssa Marie Carter. You have the right to remain silent. Vanessa didn’t say a word, didn’t cry, didn’t protest, just stood there with this blank expression on her face. But here is what is chilling.
As they were putting handcuffs on her, Vanessa looked Detective Kim dead in the eyes and smiled. Just for a second. A tiny smirk. Like this was all a game and she still thought she could win. The perp walk was all over the news that day. Vanessa Caldwell, 41, business owner, accused of murdering her business partner and girlfriend.
The story went national. Local news, CNN. Nancy Grace covered it. It had everything the media loves. A love triangle, money, betrayal, and cold-blooded murder. And y’all, the public was captivated. Comment sections were wild. Everyone had an opinion. Some people thought Vanessa was obviously guilty.
Others thought she was being railroaded. Some even tried to blame Alyssa, saying she must have done something to provoke it. Ain’t that always the way? Blame the victim. Vanessa was arraigned on May 3rd, 2019. The charges: first-degree murder, insurance fraud, theft by deception, and tampering with evidence. The prosecutor, District Attorney Caleb Morrison, asked for no bail, argued that Vanessa was a flight risk and a danger to the community.
The judge, Honorable Elaine Richardson, agreed. “Bail is denied,” she ruled. Vanessa’s face finally showed emotion. Shock, anger, fear. The reality was setting in. She wasn’t going home. She was going to jail to await trial. And that trial would determine if she’d spend the rest of her life in prison. For the next 18 months, Vanessa sat in Mecklenburg County Jail while her legal team prepared for trial, and the prosecution finalized their case.
The trial was delayed due to COVID, but finally, on March 15th, 2021, 2 years to the day after Alyssa’s last birthday, it began. The courthouse was packed. Media from across the country, Alyssa’s family and friends, curious spectators, everyone wanted to see justice served. The trial lasted 5 weeks, over 40 witnesses, hundreds of pieces of evidence, dramatic testimony.
District Attorney Caleb Morrison delivered a powerful opening statement. “Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, this is a case about betrayal, about greed, about a woman who valued money more than a human life. Alyssa Carter built a business with her bare hands. She trusted the wrong person. She loved the wrong person, and that person, Vanessa Caldwell, killed her.
The prosecution presented their mountain of evidence. The medical examiner testified about the five shots. The ballistics expert testified about the gun. The digital forensics expert testified about the deleted texts and Google searches. Megan Price took the stand and gave heartbreaking testimony about Alyssa’s fear in her final days.
Alyssa’s mother, Diane, made the entire courtroom weep with her description of losing her daughter. Then, the defense made a risky move. They called Vanessa to the stand. She thought she could charm the jury. She thought she could manipulate them like she manipulated everyone else, but she was wrong. The prosecutor, Morrison, tore her apart on cross-examination.
He caught her in lie after lie. When asked how she knew about the five shots, she stumbled. When asked about the Google searches, she claimed she was researching a TV show. It was pathetic. By the time she stepped down, her credibility was destroyed. The jury deliberated for 14 hours. On April 25th, 2021, they returned with a verdict.
Guilty. Guilty on all counts. First-degree murder, insurance fraud, theft, tampering with evidence. Vanessa sat there frozen, unable to process that she had lost. She was sentenced to life in prison without the possibility of parole. She will die in prison, and frankly, that is exactly where she belongs.
This case teaches us hard truths. Evil doesn’t always look like a monster. Sometimes, it looks like a charming business partner. Love can blind us to red flags. Money is a powerful, deadly motivator, but most importantly, it teaches us that justice is possible. Alyssa Carter deserved better, but at least her killer was held accountable. Rest in peace, Alyssa.
If you or someone you know is in a relationship that feels controlling, unsafe, or just wrong, please reach out for help. Trust your instincts and remember the people closest to you often know you best. Make sure they know you for the right reasons. This has been Women Justice Files. I’m your host, and I’ll see you in the next one.
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