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Our episodes deal with serious and often distressing incidents. If you feel at any time you need support, please contact your local crisis centre for suggested phone numbers, for confidential support and for a more detailed list of content warnings, please see the show notes for this episode on your app or on our website. The Evening of Thursday, December 13, 2001 started out like any other for married couple Ken Lee and Jane Showmaker. The two were relaxing at home in the rural town of Early Iowa when Suddenly, at around 7.07pm, their pages started frantically beeping. The couple volunteered as emergency medical technicians for the early fire department and the page announced that there had just been a home invasion at a residential address a few doors down. Gunshots had been fired and at least one intruder was injured, while while another had fled the scene. The showmakers were stunned. Such an incident was completely out of the ordinary for the small town of roughly 650 residents where serious crimes were virtually non existent. They rushed to the property in question, a blue two story Victorian style house that they knew was home to married couple Michael and Tracy Roberts and their three young children. The Roberts family had moved there from Chicago two years earlier, seeking a change of pace from the big city. Michael, an Australian expat, was a computer security expert who ran a computer business out of the property next door to their home. They were an upstanding Christian family who fit in well with the close knit community. The Showmakers arrived before law enforcement did. As EMTs they'd been taught never to enter a home until it had been cleared by police. So they waited across the street for several minutes until the first officer arrived. The officer approached cautiously with their weapon raised, scouring the property for any sign of danger. The homeowner, 35 year old Tracey Roberts, appeared on the back porch, telling the officer that two men had broken into her house and launched an attack. She'd managed to escape into her bedroom and grab one of her husband's guns, which she'd used to shoot one of the intruders. The other had fled on foot, though she wasn't sure in which direction. More officers arrived and cleared each room of the house before waving the EMTs inside. The showmakers raced upstairs to the main bedroom. Numerous empty shell casings were scattered near the doorway and the air reeked of gunpowder. On the floor at the bottom of the bed, a young man wearing a brown leather jacket lay slumped in a thick puddle of blood, his body resting in the fetal position. He'd been shot several times in the head, one of the bullets striking him directly through the eye socket. Blood spatter covered the northern wall of the bedroom. Kenleigh Showmaker checked for a pulse but found none, declaring the man to be deceased. His next priority was to check on the Roberts family. Tracey and her three children were gathered in the downstairs dining room, frantically trying to tell the officers what happened. While the kids were unharmed, there was a red mark about 2 to 3 inches thick running horizontally across Tracy's neck. She explained one of the intruders had tried to strangle her and she was having trouble swallowing. While Tracy had initially appeared relatively calm, she was becoming increasingly hysterical. Her husband Michael was away on a business trip, but Tracey said she was expecting him home any minute. It dawned on her that the man she'd shot could have been Michael. Oh God, is it my husband? She asked, her breathing becoming short and shallow as the panic in her voice grew. Tracey's 11 year old son Bert chimed in. No, he said. I think it's Dustin Weedy. After being taken to the hospital for assessment, Tracey Roberts was given the all clear to provide her full version of events to the police. Tracy explained that she'd been upstairs giving her one year old daughter a bath when she heard two men talking at the bottom of the stairs. Initially, Tracey thought it was her husband Michael and his business partner. As she was expecting them home from their business trip that evening, she bundled her daughter up and carried her out to say hello. That's when she realised the man climbing the stairs wasn't her husband, but a complete stranger. Terrified, Tracey Yelled out to her eldest child, 11 year old Bert. Someone's in the house. She bolted towards Bert's room where he and Tracy's three year old son were watching television. Tracy hurled the baby into the room when suddenly the man grabbed her from behind and yanked her into the hallway. Tracey yelled at Bert to shut his door and stay inside. She began fighting against the man with all her might, thrusting backwards so hard that she caused him to stumble into the wall. You fucking bitch. He scowled, yelling out to the other man. Get her. At that point, Tracey felt something tighten around her neck and she was yanked back by her ponytail. All she could think about was protecting her family. She managed to break free and race into her bedroom where her husband kept a safe full of guns under the bed. Through the dark, she dove into the space between her bed and the dresser, got her hands on the safe and pulled it out. She tried to enter the combination, but her glasses had been knocked off during the scuffle and she couldn't see what she was doing. The safe wouldn't unlock. She tried again to no avail. Then one of the men grabbed her by the neck from behind, her hands still clutching the safe, she pushed in the numbers one more time. This time it clicked open. Tracey grabbed onto the first gun that she touched, a 9mm Beretta, aimed it over her right shoulder and pulled the trigger. Something snapped, but it didn't fire. Desperately trying to remember how the gun worked, Tracey clocked the hammer back and aimed it over her shoulder a second time. This time a loud shot rang out, but the man continued to struggle against her. Tracey got to her knees, turned as far as she could to her right and and pulled the trigger several more times. This time the attacker stopped moving. Tracey couldn't see much through the dark. Terrified, she sat still and listened. The man was still breathing heavily, but she couldn't tell where exactly he was. Then towards the doorway, Tracy saw a silhouette dart away, followed by the sound of footsteps descending the stairs. Tracey grabbed a second gun, a six shot revolver, and tried to summon the courage to leave the bedroom. She saw something lying on her bedroom floor, but couldn't tell if it was the man or something else entirely, like a duffel bag. Eventually, she got the nerve to stand up. Both guns raised, she turned on the light. The man she'd shot was lying face down on the bedroom floor. Tracey carefully approached him when suddenly he moved. Stay there, she warned. It looked like he was trying to either get up or roll over. He moved again. Tracy pulled the trigger on the Beretta. But it was empty. She pulled the trigger on the revolver instead. Several bullets shot into the back of the man's head until the weapon clicked empty. 11 year old Bert told police he'd been watching a movie with his little brother in his bedroom when Tracy thrust their baby sister at them and told them to stay inside. Bert did as he was told, grabbing a baseball bat from his bedroom locker and pressing his ear to the door. He could hear the commotion unfolding outside along with the voices of two men. While he couldn't be sure exactly what the men were saying, Bert told the police it sounded like one of them said OK boss, followed by something about an axe. Bert thought it was a prank. He yelled out to his mum, asking if she was okay. One of the men opened Bert's bedroom door and warned, shut up or you're next. In the hallway, Bert heard the men discussing something about his dad being killed. He recognised one of their voices. It sounded like Dustin Weedy, a 20 year old friend of the family. Shortly after this, Bert heard a gunshot. A man's voice said holy fuck. Then there were several more gunshots followed by the sound of someone running. Tracey rushed into Bert's room and told him to take his siblings downstairs and call 911. Bert did as he was told, telling the operator, my mum, somebody came into our house and they tied her up and they were, they were choking her. My mum got the gun and shot the other one and one ran off. Other than the injury to Tracey's neck which was deemed to have been caused by a pair of pantyhose, it and some slight bruising to her left arm, she and her children were unharmed. But Bert's assumption was correct. The intruder in Tracey's bedroom was confirmed to be 20 year old Dustin Weedy. When Tracey was informed of this, she was shocked. She told police she barely knew Dustin. His mother Mona, worked part time for the Roberts computer business and her husband Michael had taken Dustin under his wing. Dustin was socially awkward and didn't have many friends, so Michael had invited him out paintballing a few times to help build his confidence. Tracey told the police that Dustin had knocked on her door several hours before the home invasion, asking if she had any odd jobs he could do because he needed money. Tracey felt uncomfortable being around Dustin alone, claiming Mona had told her that he'd been physically violent towards both her and her two daughters. Tracey told Dustin to come back once Michael had returned from his business trip. The next day she told the police she couldn't think of any reason why Dustin would Want to hurt her. Robbery seemed an obvious motive, yet nothing of value had been stolen, despite there being expensive jewellery, cash and firearms kept on the premises. The only item missing was an old computer which had next to no monetary value. Police found the computer packed neatly into the back of Dustin's car, which was parked outside of the Roberts business. And the hard drive contained nothing to indicate a motive. Tracey had never seen the other intruder before. She described him as being around 35 to 40 years old, tall and of average build with dark wavy hair. He wore a black leather jacket, was good looking and spoke with a Chicago accent. Searches of the property and surrounding areas turned up no sign of him or any clue as to who he might be. But when the police asked if Tracey could think of anyone else who might wish her harm, one person immediately sprang to her ex husband, John Pitman. Tracy had met John when she was just 20 years old. @ the time, she was working as a radiographer at a teaching hospital in Chicago where 30 year old John was completing the fourth year of his medical degree. The two worked together before things took a romantic turn and they were married in 1988. But as Tracey explained to the police, it didn't take long for John to reveal his controlling side. Tracey claimed John was abusive and domineering and also had some strange sexual habits. Tracey said she put up with it because she was young and had lived a sheltered life, being raised to believe that kind of behaviour was normal. As time went by, Tracey gave birth to Bert, who was the couple's first and only child. Tracey was thrilled to be a mother, but she soon found out that John was cheating on her. She tried to make things work, but by 1992 she'd reached the end of her tether. The couple separated and began sharing custody of Bert until the three year old disclosed a shocking revelation. His father had been touching him inappropriately. Tracey took Bert to see a doctor who suspected the toddler was being sexually abused. Tracey reported the allegations to authorities and social services got involved. But John firmly denied the claims and no formal charges were ever laid against him. A bitter divorce and custody battle ensued which lasted for many years, even after both Tracy and John remarried and had other children. At the time of the home invasion, the custody battle was still ongoing. John Pitman lived with his second wife over a thousand miles away in the state of Virginia. But as far as Tracy was concerned, John had the motive to want her out of the picture and was capable of orchestrating an attack against her. When Tracey's husband, Michael Roberts, returned from his business trip to find his wife and kids being evaluated in the hospital. He agreed that John Pitman could be a potential suspect. It had been a constant source of disbelief for Michael that John was continuing to fight for custody of Bert despite the allegations against him. After one particularly heated day in court, John allegedly called Michael and warned that nothing would make him give up, saying, I have very deep pockets. Yet despite this, John Pitman wasn't the first person Michael thought of when it came to who might want to harm his wife. Four years earlier, Tracy had confided something to Michael that he hadn't been able to shake. It was an incident that had occurred just after he and Tracey had gotten married. Michael was still living in Australia at the time and was in the process of relocating to the United States, while Tracy was living in Chicago and working part time as an assistant for an oral surgeon named Dr. Jonathan Spencer. Not his real name. Tracey told Michael that Dr. Spencer agreed to treat her for jaw pain she'd been experiencing. He gave her some gas to sedate her for the procedure. But the mask slipped off halfway through and Tracey regained consciousness. She found Dr. Spencer on top of her, masturbating. Tracey's underwear had been removed and she'd been dressed in thigh high stockings with a pair of high heels that were a size too small. Realising what was going On, Tracy kicked Dr. Spencer in the genitals and jumped to her feet. After getting her bearings, she managed to grab her pepper spray and used it to incapacitate him. At this point, Tracey noticed several Polaroid photos on the counter. They were provocative images of her taken while she was unconscious. Dr. Spencer, who was married, begged Tracey not to tell anyone. He said he had friends in high places and it wouldn't end well for her if she attempted to press charges. Eventually, after some negotiations, the two came to a mutual agreement. In exchange for Tracy's silence, Dr. Spencer would give her $150,000. He also agreed to pay for Tracey to attend an annual conference in Florida, as well as the return airfares for her and Michael to visit Australia that coming Christmas. Furthermore, Tracey would be excused from repaying $18,000 that she had recently borrowed from Dr. Spencer to buy a new car after hers was in an accident. Tracy agreed on the condition that Dr. Spencer put all of this in writing. They put together a contract in which Dr. Spencer admitted to duping Tracey into consenting to be sedated. He confessed that he secretly intended to remove and replace articles of Tracy Roberts clothing, fondle her breasts and genitals, take photographs of her and make subliminal suggestions. He also admitted that he had a problem with the deviant sexual behaviour and pharmaceutical drugs for which he agreed to seek help. Tracey didn't tell Michael about the assault or the contractual agreement until Dr. Spencer failed to pay her as promised. She then filed a civil lawsuit against him for medical malpractice. But still he refused to uphold his end of the bargain. Dr. Spencer disputed the civil suit and eventually he and Tracey settled outside of court. Spencer agreed to pay Tracey just $6,000 in exchange for her dropping the civil lawsuit entirely. The settlement had been reached on Tuesday, December 9, 2001, just two days before the attack on Tracey. Police investigating the home invasion couldn't ignore the potential significance. They looked into Dr. Jonathan Spencer's whereabouts at the time of the crime, but he had an airtight alibi. Furthermore, he was still located in Chicago, which was roughly 450 miles from early, and they could find no link between him and Dustin Weedy. The same went for Tracy's ex husband, John Pitman, who had been nowhere near early on the night of the crime. John told the police he'd never met Dustin Weedy and had no connection to him whatsoever. But an item found in Dustin's vehicle suggested otherwise. On his front seat was a hot pink spiral bound notebook that contained six pages of strangely worded and convoluted handwriting. It appeared to be Dustin's journal. The first undated posts began with the words, one day about 20 years ago, a boy was born into a middle class life. Directly underneath that was a series of numbered entries in which Dustin said that a mysterious fellow named John Pittman had offered him some work. Dustin wrote that he'd decided to start a journal, so there was a record of this man whom he henceforth referred to as JP he went on to list several oddly worded facts about jp, including that he was a white male from Virginia who was aged in his 40s and that he worked as some kind of doctor. Dustin wrote that JP quote, had a thing for strippers and hookers and that he tortures victims with household items from their homes. He claimed that JP had an obsessive hatred for both Tracey Roberts and his current wife, whom he wanted to divorce. Dustin wrote that while JP loved his son, he wanted him dead. He explained, JP wants me to force his ex, T.R. to kill her son Bert and then commit suicide. If that plan failed, Dustin was to, quote, make it appear as though T.R. committed the murder of her son and then committed suicide. If the plan worked, Dustin wrote that JP would then hire him to kill JP's parents and frame his wife for the crime in order to collect an insurance payout. The notebook also implicated JP's lawyer, a man named Stephen Comey, in the murder for hire plot, saying that he would facilitate the payment on JP's behalf. Unsure exactly what to make of the notebook, the police quickly decided not to tell anyone outside of the investigation about it. They simply showed a sample of the handwriting to Dustin's parents, Mona and Brett Weedy, who immediately recognised it as their son's distinct penmanship. However, the Weedies refused to believe that their son could have entered the Roberts home with any ill intent. While Dustin had a history of mental illness and had always struggled to fit in, his mother, Mona, described him as a sweet boy with a huge heart. She felt he'd been misunderstood from a young age. Diagnoses for various conditions, including attention deficit hyperactivity disorder and oppositional defiant disorder, had led others to unfairly label him. Having been bullied throughout his childhood, Dustin had very few friends and he was therefore thrilled when Tracy's husband, Michael Roberts, offered to take him under his wing. He looked forward to their paintballing trips immensely and was constantly asking Mona when he could go out with Michael again. It therefore made no sense to the Wheaties that Dustin would do anything to hurt Michael's family. If anything, they wondered whether Dustin had been in the house because he was actually trying to protect Tracey and her children. Perhaps he'd witnessed something sinister going down and tried to come to the rescue. Yet a search of Dustin's room turned up another notebook. Inside it, Dustin had scrawled two words that appeared to read I Killer Pitman. Given that Bert's last name was Pitman, they wondered whether this was further evidence of Dustin's intention to kill Burt or Tracey. They searched the Wheaties home and ran forensic checks on Dustin's computer, but uncovered nothing to indicate a link between Dustin Whitty, John Pitman or John's lawyer, Stephen Comey. There were no suspicious online searches, nor was there any evidence that Dustin had been corresponding with anyone, let alone planning the home invasion or any other crime. Police also checked the Wedi family's phone records. From Thursday, December 13, 2001. At 4:34pm, a call had come through that hadn't been answered. Police traced it to a local man, 28 year old Jeremy Collins. Jeremy was an army vet who'd been discharged from service after suffering a traumatic brain injury and being diagnosed with post traumatic stress disorder. More recently, he worked as a delivery driver for a frozen food company Jeremy Collins vaguely fit the suspect description of the second intruder in in that he was of similar age, height and had dark hair. When confronted, Jeremy said he knew who Dustin Weedy was, but he denied that the two had ever spoken or spent any time together. Police canvassed neighbours and local businesses, but nobody had witnessed anything suspicious. On the evening of December 13, as days passed with no arrests or breakthroughs in the case, Tracey Roberts gave an interview to a local reporter from the Storm Lake Times. Speaking at length about the attack, she rejected the possibility that Dustin Weedy could have entered her home with goodwill, saying, it was Dustin who was pulling on me. That kid was not coming in my house to save me. Struggling to understand it all, Tracey told the reporter, a lot of things don't make sense. Why were they there? They never asked for money or jewellery. Why me and why my family? Despite the trauma of her ordeal, Tracey stated, I want the Weedies to know that we care about them, that our heart goes out to them. That empathy was shared by the local community. With hundreds of residents gathering at the Early United Methodist Church for Dustin's funeral. The reverend told those in attendance, there can be a moment of shock, disbelief and even anger when we learn of the violent death of a loved one. Dustin enjoyed his short life. This is such a tender, delicate hour. Probably for the Robertses, too, it's time to acknowledge a fractured community. A town once known for its safety that suddenly reels for answers. Early was the kind of place where residents trusted one another and rarely bothered to lock their doors. But with the second intruder still on the loose, the tight knit community was gripped by fear. They commended Tracy Roberts for her bravery, with many labelling her a hero for doing what she needed to protect herself and her family. The accolades did little to quell Tracy's anxiety. Terrified that the second perpetrator would come after her again, she began wearing a panic button that was connected to an alarm system to make sure investigators were doing their jobs. She drove past the county attorney's office in the evenings to check if the office light was still on. Tracey told the police that she couldn't stop thinking about who could have done this to her. There's a hundred possibilities running through my head, she said, and right now I'm afraid of all of them. Tracey remained convinced that her ex husband, John Pitman, had something to do with it. Her son Bert thought so too. According to a report released by Dateline in the weeks following the crime, Bert told a social worker that John didn't call in the wake of the attack to See how he was doing. Burt said. If you were actually like a good father, I think if you're worried, you'd call. While the police continued to search for any potential links between John Pitman and Dustin Weedy, Dustin's mother, Mona, contacted them, saying there was something she needed to get off her chest. Mona Weedy was tortured by her son's untimely death and was willing to consider all possible explanations as to how he came to be in the Roberts home on the night he was killed. She therefore admitted to the police that she was having an affair with Jeremy Collins, the 28 year old who had called her home phone hours before Dustin was killed. However, Mona was perplexed by Jeremy's incoming call. She'd been out Christmas shopping on Thursday, December 13, 2001, which Jeremy had been aware of. Why would he call her house at a time he knew she wouldn't be available? Just hours after Dustin was killed, Jeremy had called Mona to end their relationship. He'd also quit his job as a delivery driver days before the attack. Although Mona didn't think it was plausible, she told the police she was concerned Jeremy could have been the second intruder. Maybe he'd gotten involved with the Dustin somehow. Investigators agreed that the timings seemed suspicious. They spoke to Jeremy's wife, who said she'd been angry at Jeremy on the night of December 13th because he'd failed to show up for dinner. She called him several times and discovered he was drinking at a bar in downtown ida Grove, a 30 minute drive southwest of Early. Jeremy invited his wife to meet him there, but she was so angry that she took their children to spend the night at her mother's house instead. On the drive there, she passed by the bar at around 7pm and saw his vehicle parked out the front. Phone records confirmed her story, giving Jeremy a solid alibi. Furthermore, police found nothing tying Jeremy Collins to John Pitman, nor was there any evidence that he was connected to Dustin Weady beyond having an affair with his mother. As the days passed by with no developments in the case, Tracey's husband, Michael Roberts, plastered flyers around town. He was offering a $10,000 reward for anyone with information that led to the arrest and conviction of the second intruder, who he said had tried to, quote, murder my wife and best friend Tracey by strangulation. Michael told local reporters that he thought the second intruder was the one behind the attack, while Dustin Weedy was just acting under their influence. With the custody battle over Burt continuing, Michael was now convinced that Tracy's ex, John Pitman, had something to do with the crime. Others in early weren't so sure. 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