Exposed: The Secret Life of Jodi Arias by Jane Velez-Mitchell Read Free Book Online Page A

guarantee you that. He wouldn’t even touch Coke.”
    The conversation returned to contact between Jodi and the victim. “And that was around April that you last saw him, right? You haven’t been back in town since?”
    “No, I haven’t at all,” answered Jodi.
    “Somebody had mentioned your name, that you had been back in town for like a week, a couple of days.”
    Jodi said that she had been planning on going, but hadn’t acted on it, but Flores was on to something. “You haven’t been physically down here since you left?”
    “Since I moved, no, I haven’t. I was gonna go this week actually and stay at his house while he was in Cancún, but it’s just not in the budget.”
    “Is that something you guys had scheduled?” Flores questioned.
    Jodi went on to explain that Travis frequently let his friends stay at his house, and that according to Jodi’s calendar, she was going to stay at Travis’s place the following week. She had emailed him about it, being so last minute. Now that Jodi’s timeline was getting closer to the murder, Flores’s interest increased. “And when was that email sent out?”
    “Just a few days ago,” Jodi replied. “I’m in front of the computer, so I can check right now. Let me log in to my account.” In a few moments, she had her answer. “I sent one on June 7. He got a little upset when I told him I wasn’t driving out. He gets upset really easily . . . I don’t know, we kind of . . . guilt each other.”
    “So you guys have a decent relationship as friends?”
    “We did. We had . . .”
    For the first time, Flores let Jodi know her name had come up in the investigation. “Because the people we talked to, they said your relationship was kind of rocky, got a little crazy at times . . .”
    “It did. What happened was when I broke up with Travis last year, it was kind of dumb. It was a bunch of drama . . . I had the suspicion that he was cheating on me, so I looked in his phone . . . it all blew up and we realized we couldn’t trust each other. We broke up at that point, but we were still attracted to each other . . . still loved each other. So, it wasn’t the best thing, but we still hung out all the time together. And it didn’t really help either of us to move on.
    “I haven’t really dated anyone since. And he told me he hadn’t dated anyone since, but then after that, he had. So, it’s all been kind of weird because we kept our dating life sort of from each other. Like a ‘don’t ask, don’t tell’ policy. And I figured, ‘Okay, if he didn’t have a girlfriend, then it was okay me coming over.’ And if he didn’t think that I was with anybody, then that’s fine, too. So the less we knew about each other, the better off we were.”
    Flores moved the interview from the relationship to the crime scene. “You stayed in the house, knew the surroundings,” he continued. “Can you describe his bedroom bedding and stuff for me?”
    “Um, I spent a lot of time in there,” Jodi answered confidently. “I don’t know if it’s Egyptian cotton or what, but it’s really nice.” She went on to describe what should have been a five-thousand-dollar bed, a California-king-sized Intelli-Gel sleigh bed, but Travis had picked it up for really cheap. She was quite familiar with the bedding as well, knowing that his down comforter was encased in a brown-striped duvet cover with a button closure and that the sheets were more of a cotton/linen material in a brown-checked pattern. She described the many times the two had to reposition the comforter inside the duvet cover, grabbing corners and shaking it out to distribute it.
    Once those details were established, Flores moved the conversation to people and contacts other than Zach Billings, asking Jodi how she’d heard of Travis’s death and what people around Travis were saying about the death. When Jodi said that she’d heard it was being treated as a “suspicious death,” Flores cut in.
    “I can