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Hi, my name is Nikki. I'm the daughter of a murdered woman. Welcome back to another episode of Poppy Killed Mommy. It's Saturday, January 24, 2026. It has been 35 days since my last confession. Wait, I mean, episode. That's the way this studio feels. Like it's my little confessional. Lately, this podcast has been happening in real time and evolving while I process all of this with you. In a way, it's become more of a living record than a traditional true crime show. If you follow me on TikTok, you already know that you've been watching the comings and goings of my life as they unfold. The updates, the setbacks, the moments that don't wait for a neatly edited episode. You're already a part of the story. In some ways, you're already ahead of it. I highly recommend you follow me there if you don't already. But for those of you that don't follow me on TikTok, this is why these episodes are coming out bi weekly, or sometimes just monthly. These episodes exist to keep you updated on what's happening with my mom's case in real time. And if I'm being honest, they also exist because I need somewhere to put my thoughts other than the tiki talky. The last episode of this podcast was released on December 20, 2025. So that's where we're picking up with what's happened since then and what I've been doing to further my mom's case, as there have been some developments. But before I get into any of that, I need to give you some context to the first development. Do you remember me telling you about that first viral video I posted at the very end of 2023? The podcast video to, you know, Carol of the Bells? That video went viral. 2.6 million views. At the beginning of 2024, after more shows in the true crime community had signed on, I posted a second video, same song, same format. This time it said podcast that agreed to cover my mom's case in 2024. Then fast forward to the end of 2025 just a couple weeks ago, when I posted the third installment podcast that covered my mom's case in 2025. And then I did something I hadn't done before. I compiled all three videos into one and I posted them together. It didn't hit 2.6 million views like the first one did, but it's sitting nicely at 600,000 views. And with that video posted during the second week of December, I caught the attention of someone very specific. Stephanie Harlow. For those of you who may not know who Stephanie Harlow is, let me help. Stephanie Harlow is one of the most recognizable and respected voices in true crime. She's a YouTuber, podcaster, researcher, and a storyteller who's been covering true crime cases for years. Deep dives, long form storytelling, victim focused and detailed, very detailed. The kind of coverage families pray for and investigators can't ignore. She has built a massive audience, millions of people. And by doing what a lot of true crime doesn't do, slowing down, digging deeper, and treating victims like human beings instead of headlines. She's also the co host of Crime Weekly, one of the biggest true crime podcasts out there, alongside former detective Derek Levasseur. And together, they don't just tell stories, they analyze them. They question timelines and they challenge official narratives. They notice the gaps. So when I say that Stephanie Harlow noticed my mom's case, that's reason to make a podcast episode to tell you all about it. Over the past four years of investigating my mom's case, of course I'd heard of Stephanie Harlow. I'm getting to know all the big names in true crime now, the movers and the shakers. You can't be in this space doing what I'm doing without knowing who's who. But here's the truth. I had never actually sat down and listened to Stephanie's work until September of 2025. And that's because, as I've told you guys before, I'm not really a consumer of true crime audio podcasts. I love documentaries, though. I could watch true crime docs all day, but audio? I mean, I'm just not going to sit there and jam out to some like true crime audio all day and clean Some people do. I give you mad credit. I'll be honest. If it's not about my mom, I'm probably not listening to that podcast. I'm so sorry. So when Melissa, my true crime buddy, and I took that trip to Denver, that 13 hour trip to CrimeCon, she kept trying to get me to listen to different podcasts. I told her the only one I'd ever really listened to was Media Pressure. So for the start of the drive, we listened to Maura Marie's Media Pressure series. But eventually Melissa convinced me to change since I'd already listened to this whole podcast she put on Crime Weekly. I was immediately impressed. The depth and the research, the way they didn't rush, the way they questioned everything. I mean, I really like both of them, Stephanie and Eric. So much so that we listened for Hours on the way to Denver and then for hours on the way back to Phoenix. I'm talking hours and hours. We probably listened to close to 20 hours of crime Weekly in total on that trip. And then when we got to CrimeCon, they were set up just down the aisle. Like, we could sit at our booth and we can, like, bend over and we can look and see at the line that they constantly had. Eventually, Melissa did break away and she went over and she met Derek and she even got a shirt signed. I was too nervous to leave my booth, missing this opportunity to meet Derek and Stephanie in person at CrimeCon, but I would have given anything to meet Stephanie. When I got home, I emailed Crime Weekly, like, immediately. I told him about the drive and about how I'm not a true crime podcast, you know, audio consumer, and about how we tried several podcasts on the way to Denver and theirs was the only one I genuinely liked. I also wanted to get my mom's case in front of them, and it worked to an extent. Derek is aware of my mom's case, but like everything in this world, there's a wait. And I told him I didn't mind waiting. I had waited two and a half years for Voices for Justice. And I mean, I know Sarah personally, I understand how this works. So I said, no worries. And that was September of 2025. And then in December of 2025, just a couple weeks ago, Stephanie Harlow saw that TikTok and she commented on it that she would be emailing me. I hit the fucking roof. For me, this was big time. Stars in My Eyes, a full on fangirl moment. This was someone whose work I genuinely looked forward to and someone I respected deeply, I do respect deeply, and I'm so very honored and so grateful that she's listening. We've been chatting and I emailed her the case file and all the audio. She is the first creator I have ever trusted enough to send the interrogation tapes to. That alone I think says everything. She even told me that she was going to listen to my podcast, which, I mean, oh my God, that's over eight hours, not even including the bonus episodes. If Stephanie Harlow does a deep dive and listens to my podcast, I don't even have the words for how humbled I would be I am. Thank you. And knowing how she works, knowing the depth she brings, I don't doubt her for a second. And then the next big thing happens on December 31, which I remember thinking was kind of strange. It was New Year's Eve of all days. It's mid morning. I'm standing in my kitchen. I'm making bacon and eggs when my phone rings. I look down at the screen and the caller ID said Prescott. I pause, but I don't answer it and a minute later a voicemail comes through.
