They Took Her Into The Woods Then BRUTALLY TORTURED Her in the Most Gruesome Way
Gunshots ring out inside a Home Depot in Pensacola, just a few seconds and 18-year-old Brooklyn Sims collapses in aisle 52. Witnesses watch as the shooter turns and runs for the exit. By the time first responders make it into the department, she is already gone. 9 mm shell casings are scattered across the floor.
Merchandise has been knocked off the shelves. Two more employees are injured. It all happens faster than anyone can even process what is going on. Within minutes, police find a discarded handgun on the side of the road. Just a few minutes later, a call comes in. A man dials 911 himself and says that he made a mistake.
He’s found in a movie theater parking lot unarmed and he doesn’t put up any resistance, the father of Brooklyn’s child and right away he admits he was the one who pulled the trigger. At first, it all looks like a crime of the moment, something that happened after an argument, but when investigators start going through his phone, a very different picture begins to take shape.
Messages sent just hours before the shooting, threats, conversations, a plan and most importantly, someone who knew about it ahead of time, his own mother and what they’re about to read next will completely change this case. Hey guys, let me grab you for just a second. I’m really curious where my audience is watching from, so I’d love for you to drop a comment and tell me what city you’re in and what time it is for you right now.
Thanks for taking a moment, go ahead and share that in the comments and now let’s keep going. Everybody needs to get out. Everybody needs to get out. Everybody needs to get out. Everybody needs to get out. Everybody needs to get out. Everybody needs to get out of the store. Everybody needs to get out of On Friday, August 11th, 2023, multiple gunshots rang out inside a Home Depot store in Pensacola, Florida.
On the floor in aisle 52, first responders found a young mother who had already died from her injuries. The shooter fled, running out through the main entrance while stunned witnesses looked on in horror. There’s a shooting at Home Depot. There’s a shooting at Home Depot. Adult female the guy shot by a male.
Adult female? The response was quick and pieces of the story started coming together fast. But beneath the surface, in the chaos that followed, the deception behind this horrific crime was still unfolding. Trying to address them all down here, okay? OH, OH, EMS, GET EMS, SOMEBODY, EMS. EMS? COME HERE. COME HERE. COME HERE. COME HERE.
HEY, HEY, HEY, HEY, HEY, HEY, HEY, HEY. ALL RIGHTY. OKAY. OKAY. All right. Now, someone get somebody now. Hey. It was a sunny day in Pensacola, Florida when the emergency calls started coming in. There was a shooting at Home Depot. There’s a shooting at Home Depot. Okay, what’s the person look like that’s been shot? Callers reported a shooter inside the Home Depot.
The incident didn’t last long. Shots rang out and a young woman collapsed to the floor. And several witnesses saw the shooter run out of the store. Somebody got any information? That’s her. Adult female that got shot by a male. Adult female? Okay, how many people did you see were hurt? I just saw the one. I don’t know if there was others but he just walked up to me.
Started >> >> firing. I don’t know why he Deputies from the Escambia County Sheriff’s Office arrived at the scene on North Davis Highway within minutes. And among the first on scene was Deputy Sam Shell. 17497 Multiple people outside confirming shooting down by the garden center. That’s four traffic for a unit The shooter’s gone. They saw him run out.
What was he wearing? He was WEARING A LIGHT FADED BLUE SHIRT WITH TWO WHITE WHITE STRIPES AND BLUE STRIPES WITH TWO WHITE WHITE STRIPES. Light Light faded blue shirt, stripes down the side. White white male ran back toward Davis Highway. Go ahead. Is there any victims I need? >> a victim down on aisle 52 right here.
52? He laid out. She’s gone. 174 confirmed signal 7. There’s multiple shells. >> Yep. We’re We’re just Yeah, cuz we’re We got casings. Don’t kick them, please. Hey, let’s get these. Hey, let’s uh let’s clear on out here. >> Yeah, let’s 18-year-old Brooklyn Sims was already dead by the time first responders arrived.
She had been working for a company contracted by Home Depot to conduct inventory, counting merchandise in aisle 52 when the shooter appears to have deliberately targeted her. Responders also found two other workers nearby who had been injured during the shooting. Products had been knocked off the shelves and scattered across the aisle, >> >> and among them were 9-mm shell casings, six in total, along with three bullets.
At that point, it was unclear how many shots had actually been fired. Later, the autopsy revealed that Brooklyn had been hit at least seven times, with 29 gunshot wounds documented, including entry wounds, exit wounds, >> >> and graze wounds. The injuries were to her head, shoulders, torso, and back, and some of them indicated shots fired at close range.
>> >> The entire incident lasted only a matter of seconds. I didn’t I heard they’re in there. I didn’t hear I didn’t hear Home Depot. Oh, I heard Home Depot. I just missed them. Or still in the parking lot running. >> Still running out there. Right outside the store’s main entrance, deputies were interviewing co-workers and other witnesses >> >> trying to get a description of the shooter as quickly as possible so it could be shared out.
Brooklyn’s supervisor, Sheila, approached the officers asking for information then paced nervously near the entrance before eventually walking out to the parking lot. >> >> Within minutes of the shooting being reported, the Pensacola Police Department notified the Sheriff’s Office
that a firearm had been found along the shoulder of Davis Highway just north of the Home Depot. It was a Glock 19 with a single round lying nearby. >> >> Scratches on the gun suggested it had been thrown from a vehicle and landed near the curb. Later forensic testing confirmed a match between that weapon and the bullets that killed Brooklyn Sims.
Inside the store, customers were cleared out and witnesses gathered in the parking lot and several inventory workers had been just feet away when the conversation between Brooklyn and the shooter took place. >> I heard him looking down at her cuz she’s been down counting. He said, “You think I’m playing with you?” or something like that.
He like he made comments like, “You think I’m playing with you? You think I’m playing with you?” He reloaded and just started shooting. He reloaded and he just started shooting. He comes and walked off and started shooting. Did you just see him shoot? Okay. I didn’t hear her say a word before she had turned around. Okay.
So, there was not much of a conversation. Maybe he just said a couple words. >> He said a couple words or one sentence and then she didn’t say anything. Among the witnesses at the scene, one person stood out as especially important to the investigation, Brooklyn Shaken Supervisor Sheila Agg. She was very close to Brooklyn Sims and even saw her as a daughter.
Brooklyn had been in an on-and-off relationship with Sheila’s 20-year-old son Keith Agg and they shared a 15-month-old daughter. Can you confirm her name, darling? Yes. Yes. Okay, and what is the victim’s name? Brooklyn. Her Her name is Brooklyn. Okay, I thought that was your name. Brooklyn. I’m sorry. Taylor? Yes, Brooklyn.
Brooklyn Taylor? Her name is Sheila. I’m sorry. Did you hear or see anything? >> No, I wasn’t Okay. And so, you >> I I heard gunshots. Okay. This was And how far away were you from this? I was on You must have been close cuz you heard him. Yeah. And you heard him say, “You think I’m playing with you?” and then next thing you know, like seven gunshots.
I just heard the final two. Do you know her at all at all? Do you know she has I I know I Does she have a baby daddy? Yes. She had My son is her baby daddy. Your son is her child. I did Have Have been having issues? >> No. Okay, what’s your son’s name? Keith. Are they broken up? Oh, they ain’t been together years.
But they have children together? >> One baby. They have been together since the baby was born. And they don’t have any issues? Did uh blackmail your son? No, okay. A sheriff’s deputy led Sheila and the other key witnesses out of the direct sun and into the shade to formally record their statements. Your deal on the lot, whatever.
Just I need your name. At that moment, Sheila appeared to faint. EMS, somebody, EMS. EMS Come here. Come here. Come here. Come here. Come here. Take take take take take. Take take take. All right. Okay. Okay. All right. Now, SOMEBODY GET SOMEBODY NOW. HEY. HEY HEY HEY. BREATHE. BREATHE. BREATHE. It’s okay. It’s okay. It’s okay. We’re getting EMS, honey. Okay.
Okay, relax. Okay. Just relax. They’re coming. They’re coming. They’re coming. All right. EMS medics treated Sheila at the scene and then transported her by ambulance, so she did not provide any further statements to law enforcement there. Later, investigators spoke with her in detail. Her son has a child I know, it’s a lot.
>> >> But investigators didn’t need help from Sheila Agg to identify the killer. Her son, the father of Brooklyn Sims’ child, called emergency services himself just minutes later to turn himself in. I’m trying to turn myself in. Okay, where are you at? Pensacola, Alabama. Pensacola, [clears throat] Alabama? Yes, ma’am.
I I don’t know what street I’m on. I don’t know what street I’m on. What are you trying to turn yourself in at for? Well, What are you trying to turn yourself in for? I’m here in Mississippi. I don’t know I don’t know I don’t know I don’t know. Okay. No, you’re fine. Just calm down. I’ll We’ll get someone to help you. No, look.
I I do my best. I don’t have a gun. But I I just want to do this to me. I can’t I can’t Okay, you’re fine. Where are you at a business right now? Tell me the address. Tell me the address of the IMAX. That’s what it >> You’re at the at the movie theater? That’s what it says. Okay, are you in the parking lot of the movie theater? >> Yes, ma’am.
Yes, ma’am. I’m in the parking lot by myself and no cars around me. I’m just You’ll see me if they’ll see me if they pull over here. Okay. Officers found Keith Agg alone in his silver Nissan Sentra in the middle of an AMC theaters parking lot. He had taken off his shirt to show officers he was no longer armed. After fleeing the Home Depot, he ran down the road, parked in the lot, then wandered through nearby woods, crossing a creek before deciding to turn himself in.
What body of water did you go through? Was it that way or was it that way? It It was that way. It was that way. Okay. That’s close to where the car’s at? Yeah. Okay. All right. You sure? Can you walk over here? Find a seat in the back. Side of my car. Go ahead and move all that stuff out of the way. Both. Or just throw throw it right back there and we’ll put it in my trunk.
You good? I’m all right. All right. I got you. Once Keith Agg was taken into custody, along with his admission during the 911 call that he had made a mistake, investigators had their answer to the key question, who shot and brutally killed 18-year-old Brooklyn Sims. What they couldn’t have anticipated was the scale of deception that would come to light once Keith began telling his story.
He was taken to the Escambia County Sheriff’s Office, where he was read his Miranda rights, and then he broke down in tears. Investigator Martinez and Officer Little eventually got him to speak openly about his relationship with Brooklyn, about his mother, and about what drove him to commit the killing. What we can try to do is you know, I’m going to do this thing.
It will help us We want to understand, but before that, how about we start with just your name? I don’t even know who I’m talking to. How can I understand if I don’t even know who you are? Right? I told you [snorts] who I am. It didn’t make it any better. Yes, it does. It doesn’t. It does too, cuz I don’t want to be talking to no stranger.
Nobody cares about it. >> [laughter] >> Nobody gives a [ __ ] How can nobody give a [ __ ] >> [snorts] >> We can’t We don’t even know who who your family is to be able to tell anybody. And [snorts] they don’t care. Keith [ __ ] told investigators that his relationship with Brooklyn Sims had been unstable, on and off.
They never lived together, but they shared a daughter named Casey. He admitted his temper had caused problems between them more than once. Their arguments would escalate to the point where he broke things, her phone, a window, furniture. Because of this, Brooklyn had obtained a restraining order against him. But even so, they had recently been spending time together again.
In fact, the previous weekend they had been together almost like they were playing family. And according to Keith, things were good between them up until that morning when he got a call from Greater Mobile Urgent Care telling him he had tested positive for gonorrhea. I just wanted to know if she gave me the STD.
Which I know she did. Just wanted her to tell me. >> [snorts] >> Just tell me, so I can keep it in. If I can calm down. Cuz I thought in the piece the other he didn’t have one going in, did he? No, sir. Instead of checking the infection’s incubation period and figuring out whether he could have contracted it from Brooklyn or from another partner, Keith Agg decided it had to be her who infected him.
And he became furious. Brooklyn Sims was staying in a hotel while her company was doing inventory work in Pensacola, and Keith started calling her trying to track her down. I mean everything was going good. She came over to my house. Came over to my house, me, her, and Casey. And just chilling in bed all weekend, laid up late.
Casey having fun. >> [snorts] >> And I dropped off Monday. Casey said she don’t taste Yeah. She called me Monday morning. Missed call. Going to call back. Said I’ll call you when I’m Go Go to the Go to the hotel. What what? I said, “Okay.” >> [snorts] >> I don’t I don’t care if she tastes me or not.
If Brooklyn had something else, I don’t care about that. I’m not mad about that. But, she knew she gave me something. And she wouldn’t talk to me, wouldn’t own up to it. At least don’t block me when I ask you about it. I’m being real with you. If you gave me something, just let me know. I asked her. She never replied.
Then we blocked each other. No. No, I asked her and she denied it. But, I was like I’m just like I’m just I’m just I guess I don’t know. I don’t understand if she lied to me. I understand. She’s got a job with my my mom. Of course you wouldn’t want to tell anybody that you gave them an STD. You feel like you didn’t mess up your You know, mess up your name, your reputation, and you might mess up your job.
And she gets up Keith Agg explained that shortly after the call from the clinic, he finished his shift at the Calvert Steel Mill, went home, grabbed his handgun, and headed down the highway toward Florida. He made one stop in Loxley where he paused and thought about what he was doing and whether he should keep going, but he chose to continue wearing his work clothes with reflective stripes across his back and arms.
He was caught on the store’s surveillance cameras. It appears he went straight to Brooklyn Sims in aisle 52. Only seconds passed before cameras captured him running out of the aisle. The shots had already been fired. He confronted Brooklyn and started accusing her about the infection, and according to him, she brushed him off, then turned slightly and said, “Oh, not this again.
” And then she turned back to work. One of the co-workers laughed. And that’s when Keith Egg opened fire. When he was taken into custody in the AMC Theaters parking lot, he left behind the shirt he had been wearing during the killing along with his cell phone. After his confession, investigators told the 20-year-old his phone would be examined, and he knew exactly what they were going to find.
Wearing a sheriff’s jacket they had given him to keep warm, Keith called Officer Little back into the room, and that’s when he made another admission. He told them he had lied earlier. As investigators went through his phone, they were about to discover that earlier that same day he had been texting his own mother telling her he was on his way to kill Brooklyn Sims.
Uh I had text my mama before hand. You had text your mama what? I had text my mama beforehand. Okay. Hey, and uh and y’all got my phone. Y’all got all my texts. I was lying when I said it. Uh I was like I was like you know what I do? I was like, I I was like I shoot I shoot somebody in front of police and get away.
I was talking [ __ ] Now all this shit’s coming back to me at once, man. And that was today you text her that? Got you. Three days after the murder, after data was recovered from Keith Egg’s phone, Deleted messages between him and his mother revealed the extent of her involvement in the crime. At 10:37 in the morning, just 2 minutes after he received his test results for the infection, he texted her.
The exchange continued for 2 hours until 12:40, about 40 minutes before police were called to the Home Depot. At first, Keith was trying to find out whether Brooklyn Sims was with his mother in Florida, saying he would shoot the mother of his child when they got back. She did nothing but spend my money and infect me.
I guess I’ll just shoot her, he wrote. And instead of trying to calm her son down, Sheila Agg agreed to let him know when they would be heading back to Alabama, writing, “I’ll tell you when we’re close, but if you don’t come and kill her, you’re a damn coward.” Then Sheila Agg suggested not waiting until they returned to Alabama, and instead just going to the Home Depot to kill her right away.
After all, if he shot Brooklyn Sims after they got back, it would likely happen in front of their child. And there was also a chance Sheila herself could have been hurt. “Don’t shoot at my car. I don’t want to die.” Surveillance cameras near the store entrance captured Sheila Agg during that time.
She was looking toward the entrance, likely waiting for her son, and pacing back and forth, repeatedly stopping to type on her phone. “Damn, if you’re already done with work, I’ll give you the address and you can come here and do it.” “Send it to me.” “We’re in Pensacola. I’m already on my way. Send it.
” And then he added, “I’m just being honest. I’m tired of her trying to set me up and then acting like I’m overreacting or crazy. Are you really ready to ruin your life, your little daughter’s life, and hurt your family over this?” “But don’t worry. I’ll make sure everyone knows that Brooklyn Sims infected you, that you had to get a shot, but you didn’t love her enough to care what happened to her.
She wasn’t important enough to you, and you decided to prove your point anyway. Give me 10 minutes, I’ll send you the address.” Over the next 40 minutes, they kept discussing the shooting. Keith Agg wanted to make sure his mother hadn’t warned Brooklyn Sims about what he was planning, and Sheila Agg assured him she hadn’t said anything. “I swear.
I didn’t call the police and I didn’t tell her anything.” She also told him to delete the messages from his phone, and that same day those messages came to light. Investigators from Florida went to the Washington County Sheriff’s Office to question Sheila Agg. And to record the interview, they improvised, placing a body camera on the table.
What was your involvement in what happened on Friday? My involvement in I wasn’t involved in what happened with Keith. Keith took my phone. And said he said that he was going to let things come back. He didn’t break anything up there. But he was going to let it go and that’s fine. That’s fine. Would it surprise you to find out that the text messages on Keith’s phone weren’t deleted between you and him that day? Between me and him? I mean, I You know, I’m not surprised.
I don’t Would it surprise you? Would it surprise you that I have 32 pages of y’all’s text messages? Well, that would have been nice. Okay. Do you want me to read you some of those? I mean, you can. You can. I mean, you can. If you want to, sir. As the messages were read out loud, Sheila Agg grew increasingly defensive, her reactions shifting with each new line that echoed through the room.
The atmosphere tightened with every word. What had once been typed quickly, maybe without much thought, was now spoken slowly, clearly, with no chance to take anything back or explain what was meant between the lines. Each message seemed to come alive, taking on a new weight in light of what had already happened. She told investigators that after the first message from her son, she had informed Brooklyn Sims, who, according to her, then took her phone.
That detail came across as an attempt to explain the shift in tone in the conversation, as if some of the words no longer belong to her. But that version immediately raised questions because it changed how the entire exchange was understood. As a mother, Sheila claimed she was trying to calm things down, keep the situation under control, and prevent it from escalating.
In her telling, it sounded like an effort to act rationally under pressure. But by her own account, at some point it was Brooklyn who was responding to the messages and doing so in a way that only made things worse, adding fuel to the fire. That explanation only deepened the tension because it shifted part of the responsibility onto someone who could no longer respond.
And in the courtroom, that version carried a sharp edge. You could feel between the lines how difficult it was to separate the truth from an attempt to make sense of events that had already spiraled out of control. Sheila, if you’re getting off right now, I’ll give you the address here and you can ride home.
I would never and do it so that you don’t have to do it in front of Casey. But but I understand what you’re getting at. Why would Brooklyn send that message I don’t know what I I don’t know. Hold hold on. Here’s the problem. Okay. So, what you told us thus far is that well, Brooklyn took your phone. She But but then you But then you’re texting.
Now, conveniently, you’re only sending the messages that that make YOU LOOK GOOD. HOLD ON. LET ME FINISH. That you’re trying to talk him out of it and then you want to come back with the when there’s the messages that say him talking about shooting and then also oh, Brooklyn’s got my phone again. So, you guys are just handing the phone back and forth. No, that’s not what I’m saying.
Well, I know that’s not what I’m saying. I know that. That’s what you’re saying. But you’re acknowledging the text message and then when the when the one that comes up that that’s bad, No, no, no, that wasn’t me. That was Brooklyn. So, what you’re saying is cuz he’s reading these to you. You’re right. You’re right. You’re right.
You’re right. >> So, what you’re saying is you and Brooklyn are staying there this whole time. Bare in mind we got video of all this. So I’m saying no no no that we’re not sending that back and forth. You didn’t even have a clue where y’all were at other than you were in Pensacola. And even if you knew you know how many Home Depots there are in Pensacola? I mean he he could have driven around all night trying to find y’all and trying to have gotten there.
I’m sorry I didn’t But you shot the address right to him. Come on. Come get her after I’ve called you a [ __ ] for not doing it. I swear to god I didn’t mean that part. Okay okay okay. >> So again we’re back to we switched back and forth the phone back and forth. So it’s me texting and she’s texting and it’s me texting and she’s texting and it’s me texting and she’s texting.
The flow doesn’t Your story doesn’t hold water cuz the flow doesn’t make sense. Sheila Agg was confronted with evidence of her involvement in the killing. Evidence presented step-by-step without emotion yet forming a clear and deeply unsettling picture according to the prosecution. She provided the time and location, gave Keith Agg the address, encouraged him through their messages, failed to warn either Brooklyn Sims or the police for nearly 2 hours while her son was on his way, and ultimately lied at the scene. Each
of these elements on its own seemed significant, but together they formed a sequence of actions that was hard to ignore. In court, these facts were presented clearly and methodically without embellishment, and that restraint only made their impact stronger. Everything came down to one central question.
Could she have understood where this was leading? Did she realize that her words and actions could have irreversible consequences? And if she did, why didn’t she stop? Sheila had only one explanation. Simple on the surface but difficult to accept. She insisted she never believed her son would actually go through with it.
That all of those messages, all of those words, felt to her like something else. Not a real plan, but an emotional exchange that was never meant to turn into action. But that explanation became the very center of tension in the courtroom because it required believing that despite all the circumstances, all the warning signs, and all the time she had, she truly did not understand where everything was heading.
And that left one question hanging in the air, one that everyone in the room had to answer for themselves. You don’t come up here and kill this [ __ ] No. I did not know he had a gun. Y’all Y’all I mean he told He told you he was going to shoot her up. He said that He said if my mom opened the door, if she won’t get out of the car, I’m going to open I THOUGHT HE WAS TALKING DON’T DON’T SHOOT ME.
I THOUGHT he was talking Don’t don’t I thought he was talking [ __ ] He talked [ __ ] like that all the time. And then that’s when I went to tell you >> I knew he wasn’t talking [ __ ] Sir, I did not know that. I did not know that. I only got a bigger sentence than you. I understand that, sir. While Keith Agg was charged with first-degree premeditated murder, his mother, Sheila Agg, was also charged as an accomplice.
Meaning the investigation from the very beginning reached beyond the person who carried out the act and into the role of those whose involvement still had to be fully understood. Both were held without bond, a decision that underscored the seriousness of the charges and the risks tied to the case.
For them, time seemed to stand still as they waited for trial, where the key questions would finally be addressed. While they waited, the family and friends of Brooklyn Sims were trying to process a loss so devastating it didn’t fit into any normal sense of understanding. For them, this wasn’t just a set of facts or lines in a case file.
This was someone they knew, someone they loved, someone tied to memories, everyday conversations, and plans that were suddenly cut short. In the days and weeks after the tragedy, every detail seemed to take on new meaning. Ordinary things like photos, messages, and memories became painful reminders of what could never be brought back.
People kept searching for answers, trying to understand how something like this could happen even when it felt like there were no clear explanations. And at the same time, they were forced to face a reality where the answers might never feel like enough, and the pain was simply too deep to move past quickly. She could walk in a room and not say anything and just light up the whole room. I’mma miss that about her.
It’s a reason people used to call her my twin. Like, it’s not just cuz we look alike, we act alike, too. Brooklyn was a soft-spoken young lady. She had a smile that would light up a room. Um she’s a daughter. She’s a sister. She’s a cousin, and most importantly, she’s a mother. Cuz the last time I talked to my sister, she just wanted to be a good mother, raise her daughter.
Their young daughter was placed in the care of Brooklyn’s mother, Cornelia Sims. And while that decision may have sounded procedural, it marked a completely new reality for a child who had lost her world in a very short time. Now, it was Cornelia who had to provide stability and safety even as she was still dealing with her own grief and loss.
The trial of Keith Ag began in December 2023. >> >> In a courtroom where each day revealed more details about what had happened, he did not deny killing his former girlfriend. That fact itself was not in dispute. Instead, he argued something else, that it was a crime of passion, >> >> an impulsive burst of emotion rather than a cold, premeditated act.
And that distinction became critical in determining his future. If convicted of first-degree murder, he faced life in prison without the possibility of parole, a final sentence with no second chance. While a second-degree conviction would at least leave open the possibility of release someday, even if only after many years, it was a narrow line between two very different futures, and it was up to the jury to decide.
Keith took the stand to tell jurors what he was thinking and feeling that day. His testimony sounded like an attempt to recreate his state of mind in a moment that could no longer be changed. Despite the substantial evidence that he had been thinking about the killing hours earlier, the messages, his actions, the sequence of events, he insisted that when he saw Brooklyn Sims in aisle 52, something shifted.
He said the anger suddenly faded, replaced by an unexpected sense of calm, a brief moment where things could have ended differently. In that moment, he claimed, he could have turned around and walked away, leaving everything behind. But that pause didn’t last. When she brushed him off, when that short but meaningful interaction happened between them, >> >> he said that was the instant he decided to act.
And that moment became the point of no return. I was enraged until I arrived on aisle 52. When I got to aisle 52, seeing Brooklyn, that sort of brought some sense to me. Brought me back down to earth, you know. Being hot the whole way there, driving mad, seeing her kind of brought me back down to earth, so all I I but I remember pointing out my finger.
I never got close enough to even to touch her. I said, “Hey, you gave me something.” And she said, um, “Not this again.” And turned around and, uh, proceeded to to walk off on me. I’ve never been so mad in my life. I pulled my firearm from my waistband, and I proceeded to shoot Brooklyn. Keith Egg was found guilty of first-degree murder and sentenced to life in prison, a decision delivered clearly and definitively, with no near-term possibility of reversal.
While that verdict did not directly affect the case against Sheila Egg, Immediately afterward, prosecutor Bridget Mears Jensen submitted additional documents to the judge. Messages exchanged between Sheila and Brooklyn Sims just days before the killing. Pieces of communication that could shed light on the context leading up to the tragedy.
Brooklyn had sent a photo from a medical exam dated August 5th. What seemed like a routine message carried weight. She was confirming she had no infection. It appeared to be an attempt to clear suspicion or ease tension that may have already been building. Only later did Keith admit he had been intimate with at least one other partner in the two months before receiving his test results.
Adding another layer to the situation and suggesting there were underlying factors and unspoken details influencing how events unfolded, the case against Sheila was far more complex than the one against her son. Because it was Keith who made the decision to kill Brooklyn and drove to Pensacola with that intent, his actions were direct and concrete, while Sheila’s role required deeper analysis and interpretation of words, intent, and influence that is not always easy to define.
Sheila’s trial took place in November 2024 under conditions where every piece of evidence was examined closely and every testimony had the potential to shift the discussion. The jury deliberated for nearly 6 hours trying to reach a unanimous decision but ultimately could not agree. Tensions between opposing views only grew stronger and in the end a mistrial was declared.
The reason was misconduct by one of the jurors. A detail that was troubling on its own. It turned out that juror had been regularly working on crossword puzzles during the proceedings. Distracted at moments when key evidence and testimony were being presented raising serious concerns about attention and fairness.
And more than that, this same juror was unable to reach agreement with the others. Deliberations turned into tense arguments where positions became increasingly rigid. Two jurors even said they felt unsafe during discussions. That’s how intense the atmosphere had become. And in the end, that internal tension became another factor that prevented a unanimous verdict from being reached.
Well, I didn’t know that was a bad thing. I did not do that. I do that when I concentrate. I have something that I’m listening. I’m listening. You couldn’t see the bench or the or the witness stand very well cuz it was dark. But I could I mean I could hear it. I was listening and I just that’s just the way I do it.
I I just do that. And I had no idea. And then when they told me that I wasn’t supposed to do it, I stopped. And then today when we went in the jury room, I had another crossword puzzle. It became obvious to me right away that I was in the minority. Like a minority of one against 11 people. The second jury took up the case against Sheila Agg in August 2025 in a courtroom where every word, every piece of evidence, and even every pause carried weight.
By that point, the overall sequence of events was already known, but it was the details that would shape how the jury understood it. The room felt focused, almost tense. You could sense it in the looks people exchanged and in the way both sides carefully framed their arguments. The defense asked the jurors to consider a central question.
What possible motive could Sheila have had to want Brooklyn Sims dead? It wasn’t presented as a rhetoric, but as a direct challenge to the prosecution’s logic. By many accounts, she treated Brooklyn like her own daughter, not just in words, but in everyday acts of care that witnesses described.
And that image stood in sharp contrast to the accusations against her. They also pointed to messages she sent to Keith Agg that day where she warned him about the consequences. She wrote about the impact on their young daughter, stressing that the child could grow up without a father. She mentioned his future, too, saying that one reckless decision could destroy his life, lead to prison, and erase everything that still lay ahead.
Those words sounded like a warning, like an attempt to stop him, at least on the surface. But even if those messages could be seen as partial defense, as signs that she understood the danger and tried to intervene, it wasn’t enough to explain the full picture. Sheila still had to answer the questions that remained.
She had to account for other messages, other phrases, other moments in that same conversation, the ones that raised doubt and looked very different in light of what happened next. And it was those contradictions that kept the tension alive in the case all the way to the end. Ladies and gentlemen, she guided her son like a missile to its target.
Every text, everything she’s doing, is to stop this from happening. Again, she doesn’t believe he’s coming. He’s the kind of guy that says these things constantly, puffs up things that he he’s blisters and That’s him. We’re here to say today that everything Sheila did was not with an intent for anything harmful to happen.
And that’s the key to this case. Keith Ag testified in defense of his mother in a courtroom where every word he said carried added weight, especially since he had already testified in his own case. His delivery was controlled, but clearly tense, as if he was trying to balance what he had said before with what he was saying now.
Each sentence came out carefully, with pauses that only emphasized how important the moment was. At his own trial, he had claimed he decided to kill Brooklyn Sims at the last moment, without long planning, almost impulsively, right before pulling the weapon. But during his mother’s trial, his words took on a different tone.
This time he said there was nothing she could have done to stop him. That position sounded like an attempt to completely separate her from his decision, to make it clear that the responsibility was his alone. In the courtroom, you could feel the tension created by that shift. On one side, there were his earlier statements about a sudden decision.
On the other, his claim that no influence, no words could have changed what he intended to do. It created a sense of contradiction that was hard to ignore. And at the same time, his testimony came across as a final attempt to protect his mother, even if it meant reframing his own actions in the process. No, sir. I have my own mind, and once I have something set on my mind, I’m kind of stuck to it.
So, the best The only thing that the way that they played out was the only way that they could have played out. She could have not stopped me. No physical, words, form, any type of way could have She could have prevented this. She did the best to her abilities. I feel that she did, as a mother, knowing me, try to deter me and stop me.
I have no further questions, sir. The cross-examination of Keith Ag was brief and precise, with no unnecessary detours, no attempts to stretch things out or soften the wording. Each question was clear and focused, aimed straight at the core of what had already been said. The courtroom was filled with a heavy silence, where even the short pauses between questions felt tense.
His answers were controlled and concise, but that very brevity created a distinct impression, like there was much more behind just a few words. There were no long explanations, no effort to steer the conversation elsewhere, just facts delivered plainly, which made them land even harder against the backdrop of all the earlier conflicting testimony.
The questioning didn’t leave much room for interpretation. It didn’t last long, but each answer seemed to reinforce what had already been heard, strengthening the overall picture of events. And it was that restraint, that cold precision, that made it one of the most intense moments in the courtroom.
That day of the homicide when you came to Pensacola to kill Brooklyn, you didn’t know where she was until your mother told you, correct? Yes, sir. That’s correct? Yes, sir. Thank you. That’s all I have. Okay. When it was time for 52-year-old Sheila Agg to testify, a tense, almost heavy silence settled over the courtroom.
All eyes were on her, and even the smallest movement or pause seemed to carry weight. She began by explaining her earlier conversations with her son, pointing to moments that, in her view, showed a different side of their relationship. She recalled times when she had been able to calm him down, when her words, as she described it, helped steady his emotions and steer him away from impulsive decisions.
Her voice was controlled, but the strain was noticeable, as if every sentence took effort. She tried to lay out a sequence of events that emphasized how she had influenced him before, how she had been able to stop him when things were getting out of control. In those memories, she seemed to be searching for something to hold on to, examples meant to convince the court that her intentions had always been to de-escalate, not to push things further.
And at the same time, there was a clear tension in the room between what she was describing and what had already come out through testimony and evidence. Each word she spoke felt like it was being measured against the reality that had unfolded during the case, creating a sense of fragile balance between her explanation and the events that could no longer be changed.
Brooklyn went to the doctor. And I mean, and I mean, they don’t show that, but she did. Mhm. And and it come back as a vaginal bacteria. She did not have gonorrhea. Even I mean, I’m not going to lie on my baby. She did not have that. And I taste that to him. And he’s like, “Oh, well, Mom, I’m so sorry.
Tell her I’m sorry.” And I was like, “He You tell her you’re sorry. You know, you you’re the one.” And he was like, “I don’t know I just I’m I’m sorry. I’m not going to do this anymore. I’m I’m I’m grow I’m a grow up now. I’m not going to do this. I’m going to be a better person for for Casey.” And Sheila Eads’ explanation of the 2-hour exchange before the killing came across as tangled and inconsistent, as if she was trying to piece together scattered fragments into a single story after everything had already happened.
She walked through each message in detail, almost returning to that moment word by word, trying to give them a different meaning and a different tone. But even with those explanations, it was difficult for her to convincingly show that her unusual, at times cold and ambiguous way of communicating with her son, was actually meant to stop him rather than push him forward.
Her answers sounded careful but uncertain. And with each follow-up, it became more apparent how hard it was to separate her intent from how those words could have been understood in that moment. The tone of the messages, their structure, and the choice of wording created the impression that there might have been more behind them than just a simple warning.
And that was what raised the most questions. Read on their own, the way investigators first saw them, those messages could make it seem like she was supporting or even encouraging his actions. But she insisted on the opposite, saying she never wanted Brooklyn Sims or anyone else to be harmed and that her words had been misunderstood or taken out of context.
Even so, the overall picture that emerged in court left a sense of a troubling mismatch between what she was saying now and what had been written then. In those 2 hours leading up to the moment everything changed. Every time he would text me something, I would try to steer it away from Brooklyn and I’d say, “Well, you’re doing this to Casey.
You’re doing this to Katie because I kept trying to keep Brooklyn Okay. name out of it, you know. And then it When when I didn’t feel that was working enough. I That’s when I kind of tried to steer towards me. The jury deliberated for just under 3 hours in a tense silence where every minute felt longer than it really was before finding Sheila Agg guilty as an accomplice to first-degree premeditated murder.
The verdict was delivered in a restrained, almost matter-of-fact tone. But behind those words was the full weight of everything that had led to that moment. Her sentence, like that of her son Keith Agg, carried a mandatory life term without the possibility of parole. The judge imposed it immediately after the jury’s decision without delay and without emotion, underscoring the finality and the inevitability of what had happened.
A heavy silence settled over the courtroom, almost something you could feel physically, broken only by a few quiet breaths. Cornelius Sims spoke during the sentencing. Her words were controlled, but each one carried the depth of her loss. She spoke about her grief not just as a fact, but as a daily reality she now has to live with.
About the emptiness left behind after her daughter’s death and how that loss reshapes everything. She also spoke about her granddaughter, a little girl who is becoming more and more like Brooklyn Sims with each passing day in her features, her gestures, even in the way she looks at the world. She sees echoes of the daughter she can never bring back, and that makes the pain even deeper.
She emphasized that the child lost three close people at once, her mother, her father, and her grandmother in a tragedy that was entirely preventable. In her words, there was not only grief, but also a quiet, almost powerless understanding that it did not have to happen, that there was a moment when everything could still have been stopped, changed, saved, and this became the story of Brooklyn Sims, a case where the decisions have already been made, but the consequences will remain with those who survived for many years to come.
