Auf der Suche nach Informationen zum Thema gestohlener Schmuck, wie von
@mr_majestic erbeten, bin ich im Buch "Beyond reason" von Ken Englade, Kindle-Ausgabe, Seiten 121 und 122 auf folgenden Brief gestoßen, der wiedergegeben wird:
In an eight-page letter dated March 8, 1985, written on stationery from the Ramada Inn at 3737 Quebec Street in Denver, Elizabeth penned an intricate but largely fictional account of her situation. She said her cousin, Lady Astor, had given her a house in London as a christening present. (This is not impossible, but it is improbable. Lady Astor died seventeen days after Elizabeth was born.) The gift, Elizabeth said, was contingent upon her attending Cambridge or Oxford. In the story she told Jens, she had decided for herself to be an engineer (rather than Derek’s having demanded it of her as she claimed in other versions), but her math was inadequate so she had switched to history. Also in this version she said she had been given a scholarship to Cambridge and had actually enrolled. During a school holiday, she continued, she went to the Continent with Melinda. But, she said, this decision did not sit well with the trustees of Lady Astor’s estate, who were anxious to see that she committed no unseemly acts. The trustees’ reaction caused her to pause and reconsider her situation, she said. On the one hand were her parents, who wanted her to continue at Cambridge because they wanted the house in London that had been bequeathed to Elizabeth. On the other hand, she wrote Jens, she wanted her freedom more than the house. So she went off to the Continent for a second time. As a result she lost everything because the trustees removed the bequest.When she returned from that jaunt, she said, her parents agreed to forgive her if she would enroll at the University of Virginia. In return, she would remain in their wills. In the end, she said, after they died, she would be wealthy. In the meantime her fees at UVA were being paid out of her own money, a $25,000 book contract she had negotiated. But she was tired of being manipulated by her parents. Besides, she said, they could not remove her from their wills. Then she dangled a carrot in front of Jens. Because she loved him, she said, she would pay for his brother’s college education out of what remained of her book contract money. If that was not enough, she said, she would sell her jewelry and steal her mother’s to sell as well. Also, she added, she would go to Europe with him that summer, as he had been begging her to do although she had been putting him off by saying her parents were unalterably opposed. But there was a caveat. If she did that, she said, she would forfeit her inheritance. Then she hit him with the hard one: The decision would be up to him. What a decision. Elizabeth was telling Jens that she wanted him, but that her parents were in the way. She said she wanted their money, not for herself but for Jens and his brother. Jens did not have to be an Echols Scholar and the holder of a Jefferson Scholarship to understand what she was saying: The only road to their happiness, she claimed, was over her parents’ dead bodies.
Weiterhin wird das Thema Schmuck stehlen auf Seite 139 angesprochen:
After looking through her room, Howard told the detectives that he thought Elizabeth had taken some of Nancy’s jewelry, which she probably planned to sell, but other than that, he didn’t see anything missing. Even though she was his sister, Howard explained, he hoped that if it could be proved they had anything to do with Derek’s and Nancy’s deaths, they would be arrested and tried. It was significant, Reid thought, that Howard was not advocating leniency for Elizabeth.
Bezüglich des Geburtstags-Wochenendes und auch in Bezug auf den vorher erwähnten Brief aus Colorado heißt es auf Seite 277 ff:
“Was there any intent in your writing of that letter to encourage him to murder your parents?” Jones queried. Elizabeth did not hesitate. “No,” she said, “not at all.” Jones took his time in his questioning, leading Elizabeth down one trail and then another. On one trip he led her to the weekend of her father’s birthday, the weekend before Derek and Nancy were murdered. Jones was interested in trying to prove that the weekend had been a glorious one
for Elizabeth—that it went so swimmingly that the last thing in her mind was getting rid of her parents. “It was a really wonderful weekend,” she said. “I managed to sit down and talk with my parents. We discussed many issues which needed to be discussed. And there were some problems in the nature of the discussions, but we had progress. It was a lot of progress between myself and my father about the future.” They agreed, she added, that they would allow her to move out of the dormitory and into an apartment. Her father also promised to open a bank account for her and discontinue his practice of simply giving her an allowance. Best of all, she said, they talked about how she was going to spend her summer. She was either going to work with an organization called the Goethe Institute, so she could really learn German, or she was going to work for the United Nations in Vienna. As soon as she got back to the university, she ran to tell Jens the good news. “I was jubilant. I was overjoyed. And I steamed up to the dorm, and I said, ‘It’s fantastic. It’s everything that I have been working for. Everything that we’ve talked about is going to happen.’” Jens, however, was less than enthusiastic. He felt threatened, she said, about her moving into an apartment without him. “He was very angry,” she said. “He felt that I was letting him down, abandoning him in some way.” SATISFIED THAT HE HAD BUILT A FOUNDATION DEMONSTRATING his client’s good intentions while simultaneously illustrating Jens’s instability, Jones progressed to the weekend of the murders and Jens’s and Elizabeth’s decision to go to Washington, D.C. Originally, Elizabeth said with minimal guidance from Jones, she planned to stay in Charlottesville that weekend because she had to sign a lease on her new apartment. When the signing got postponed, Jens suggested they go to Washington. Jens, she said, was deeply troubled by his impotence, and he felt he might be able to overcome it if they could get away by themselves for a few days. Since they had virtually no privacy at the university, it might help their relationship to check into a motel far away from the pressures of the university. She readily agreed, she admitted, not only because she wanted to help Jens but because she was running low on money and she wanted to sell some of her jewelry to help get her through until the next allowance check arrived from her father. She could get a much better price for the pieces in Washington than she could in Charlottesville, she added. When she said this, Updike’s draw dropped. Never in all her statements to investigators had she ever mentioned anything about selling her jewelry. Almost on impulse, she said, she and Jens took off for Washington that Friday afternoon, March 29. Never mind what she had told investigators about how she and Jens had planned the trip in advance, Updike thought. Never mind about was to create an alibi. He clenched his jaw. He knew what was coming next: She was going to deny everything she had said about how she and Jens had gone to buy a knife to use on her parents. He was right. On Saturday morning, Elizabeth testified, she made the rounds of capitol pawn stores. When she was through, she had several hundred dollars in her purse. Overjoyed, she invited Jens to lunch to celebrate her largesse and split the money with him since they divided everything half and half. Instead of being happy, however, he was angry, furious that her parents did not give her enough money to live on and that she was forced to sell her possessions to survive. “He said my parents weren’t providing me with sufficient funds, and they were supposed to be so incredibly wealthy, which was not true. He became very angry over that, and the conversation went into other resentments and angers about my relationship with my parents,” she said. You have to admire her, Updike thought, captivated by her tale. Her imagination is fantastic. Jens was so angry, Elizabeth said, that he insisted on immediately driving to Boonsboro that afternoon to tell Nancy and Derek what he thought about their penny-pinching. At first she tried to talk him out of it because, first of all, her parents’ money policies were none of his business. But worse than that, if he drove to Boonsboro, they would find out that she and Jens were spending the weekend together in Washington, and then they would be furious because they held her to very rigid moral standards. But the more she thought about it, the more she decided not to try to stop him. With him out of the way, she would be free to spend some of her new-found wealth on drugs. She would not be able to do that with Jens around because he disapproved intensely of her drug use. “Once I thought about my drugs, I just became so self-centered, so selfish, so totally involved in my own desire to get my fix that I wanted to get him away from me so I could go and score. And so I didn’t really care about the long term. I just wanted to get him out of the way.” Jens stewed about the situation for quite some time, she said. Then he got up from the table and headed toward the car, saying he was going to confront them. As he walked away he mumbled, “I could kill them.” Jones stopped her there. Didn’t that ring some sort of alarm bell in her head? he asked. Didn’t that make her worried? Elizabeth shrugged. “At the time, I was so involved in my own selfish, tiny, stupid, irresponsible world of drugs and self-satisfaction, that I was just like, ‘Yes, dear,’ and went on with my business.” Before she continued with her story, Jones wanted to draw a moral from her experience. What did she think now of her actions then? he prompted. She responded quickly. “Certainly in view of what happened and subsequent events, I felt Ishould have known, or I did know and didn’t care, and that I could have done something to prevent it.” When Jones nodded encouragement, she continued. “I feel that I should have done something, and because of my failure on so many occasions to do the right things, I’m indeed responsible for what happened.” He wanted her to keep going. “And is it your failure to do something at that time?” he asked. “Is that one of the reasons that you have entered the plea that you did?” “That’s part of it, yes, sir,” she said. “And obviously I felt responsible because of the vehemence with which I wrote in my letters. It was irresponsible. They were unfair in what I said, the fact that I hated my parents—” She corrected herself. “Well, hated my mother so much at times. I feel responsible for that hate and for cluing Jens into it and then allowing him, in a sense, to have killed my parents.” Jones looked as though he wanted to cheer. Updike looked sick.
B-Hörnchen schrieb:Laut JS hat er auch alles bezahlt. Er hatte ja dieses "all in Studium".
Venice2009 schrieb:Es gibt niemanden der nur im entferntesten ähnlich involviert gewesen ist. Ansonsten müsste es doch möglich sein, diese Person bei der engagierten Unterstützung die JS widerfährt ausfindig zu machen.
