Confidential transcript from Detective Denton. Questions answered by daughter, Laci O’Kent.
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Probably around Labor Day, when it was starting to get cold. That’s when she started acting more distant from him and keeping her phone closer. I remember her acting just like that when we were at our neighbor’s labor day party. She wouldn’t touch her potato salad.
I think she kept it well hidden for quite some time, which is why nothing happened until Mother’s Day. I think maybe he was trying to be ironic.
Because dad kept asking for “mommy and daddy time” even though I figured that out long ago.
I don’t know. I think he did. Otherwise why would he have done what he did?
No, just me.
I don’t think so. Even if they did think about another baby, I don’t think they would have told me.
I used to get all A’s. I was never the source of their fighting. I just don’t think they really loved each other. It was just easy, you know?
Sometimes. I mean, she was pretty bad to him. She would always talk down to him in arguments. I really think she thought she was better than him. That probably drove the affair even more.
I wasn’t home. I slept over at a friend’s house. It was dad’s idea because the fighting had really heated up. He blamed it on trying to give her some “alone” time for Mother’s Day. I know now why he really sent me to a friend’s house. He kept telling me that no matter what I heard, remember what I know. I just thought he was referring to all the fighting and the things she was calling him.
He said was leaving on business for the weekend. He did make frequent trips to L.A. or Seattle for work, so this was pretty normal.
Well, yes. He would have some afternoon meeting on Friday and then some morning meeting on Monday and it would be too difficult to try to fly across the country and back four days in a row. Besides, I think he liked the break, even though he knew what happened when he wasn’t here.
I never saw anything. By the time I came home, the cops were here and she was already transported to the hospital.
Dead on arrival.
No, he had run long before that.
No. I thought maybe to his Dad’s in Montana. No one knows where he lives, so I thought there for a while. But I tried looking for him. I don’t think he wants to be found.
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