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

tell you that we’re investigating it as a homicide,” Flores stated. “It’s not a suspicious death anymore. And it’s important to find out why someone would want to do harm to him. What kind of stuff he was involved in . . . or maybe it was as simple as a burglary or an intruder.”
    Jodi picked up on how hard it would be to overpower him. “One thing,” she added, “. . . when they said suspicious death, I thought, well he’s trying to shed pounds so he looks good for Cancún, so he looks good in boxers and in a bathing suit, swim trunks or whatever, so I know he takes supplements and he works out really, really hard. It’s a very intense routine . . . he had these heavy dumbbells that he uses . . . he’s so strong, there are a couple of kinds that he uses, we tried to wrestle for fun and he showed me some moves . . . unless there were two people, I don’t see how anyone could have overpowered him.” It wouldn’t be the last time Jodi spoke about it requiring two people to take him down.
    “Yeah, he was a pretty good-sized guy,” Flores said, having only seen him dead and crumpled over with little blood left in his veins.
    “Close to two hundred pounds,” Jodi stated.
    “Why would somebody want to hurt him?” Flores continued. “Money worries? Concerns?”
    “He did owe people money, but they were good friends,” she said, before proceeding to launch into a prolonged discussion of Travis’s finances and the fact that Jodi had recently written him a small check toward the BMW he had sold her. Flores let her talk, but sooner or later the conversation would have to shift back to their relationship. Finally he saw an opening.
    “We’ve been talking to people . . . don’t want to make you feel bad, but they didn’t have the best things to say about you,” Flores said, putting the rumors about their relationship on the table for the first time.
    “Okay.”
    “They said that you were either taking advantage of him, or hanging around when you weren’t wanted. They mentioned that sometimes you would end up going into his house. You were in his house when he didn’t want you there, and you were asked to leave, but you would continue to return. There was also some talk about you spying on his email, Facebook accounts, those types of things.”
    Jodi had a reasonable defense. “He gave me his Facebook password and his Myspace password. And I gave him my Facebook password and Gmail account password. And we did that a few months ago to reestablish trust between us . . . It just didn’t work, and he got upset and we changed our passwords after that . . .”
    “How long ago?”
    “Not long ago . . . two weeks ago, maybe? I don’t know about his because I wasn’t going to try to get back into his accounts anymore . . . And as far as ever getting into his emails, that never happened. He would just have his computer on, and he’d leave his Gmail window up, and there were times where I went on his computer to look up other things, and if his Gmail window was open, I would just close it.”
    “We are getting a search warrant for his email, but we can tell where those things were accessed from. I just wanna make it clear that if you did access it from somewhere else at a certain time, we’re gonna know.”
    Jodi was not intimidated. “I’ll tell you right now that I did,” she said assuredly. “He gave me his passwords . . . but I only accessed Gmail and Myspace because those were the only passwords.”
    Jodi had just contradicted herself, because seconds earlier, she had mentioned she also had his Facebook password. Flores pretended to ignore her slipup.
    “How long ago?” Flores wanted to know. “When was the last time?”
    “Weeks ago. We had a conversation where like, he made it clear he wasn’t comfortable with that anymore. And I changed my Gmail password again, and he saw another guy’s email there and gave me a hard time about it . . . We’re both trying to