And I packed up all of my stuff that was at his apartment, and I left. That was the only time I ever saw her.”
Schneider asked if Liz had ever called Cari, and while she at first vehemently denied it, when he continued to question her, she said she might have if Cari had called her first, but it was hard to remember details from so long ago.
“So, do you know anything about where she’s at, where she’s gone to?”
“When this whole thing started, I had thought it was weird because they had dated for like two weeks, is what Dave said, two or three weeks,” she answered evasively. “And I don’t understand how a person who dated him for two or three weeks would stalk me. Like break out my windows and spray-painted whore across my garage.”
Schneider asked about Cari’s car. Had Liz ever seen it, driven it, or ridden in it? The answer was no. He gently asked, “What do you think happened to Cari Farver?”
She raised her shoulders in an exaggerated shrug, and after a long pause began to speak rapidly, her voice high pitched. “I don’t know. I don’t know if what Amy is saying is true. I don’t know. I’m more scared that something is going to happen to me, and my kids aren’t going to have anybody.”
“Like what?” he asked. “What do you mean?”
“Because the emails that she sent, they’re pretty graphic.”
Investigators had kept Liz in the dark for months, and she had no idea they were stockpiling evidence against her. Now, Schneider was ready to divulge it all, and he kept his voice level, as he prefaced each revelation with explanations and details that Liz was probably too shocked to fully comprehend. But she knew she was in trouble and swiped tears from her eyes, sniffling, as Schneider said, “Okay, at the beginning, I kind of told you a little bit about how I’m working with the Pott County Sheriff’s Office. This has been going on a while now. Obviously, we handle a lot more homicide investigations than they do.”
Liz said, “I don’t know about the police department. I just went to them and told them I wanted something to be done.”
“Let me just explain a couple of things to you, so you understand where I’m coming from,” he said. “I’ll simplify it down. As part of homicide investigations, we do some things that are pretty routine. Process crime scenes, process evidence, collect the evidence and examine it. Evidence nowadays includes digital forensics, stuff like that. Digital forensics could include cell phone records.” Schneider explained that cell phone towers can use triangulation to pinpoint a phone’s location. “These cell phone companies keep these records, and we can obtain them through a search warrant. And that’s routine, what we do on all homicide cases now.”
Liz was quiet.
“The reason why you’re in this chair, right now, today, is because you have a lot of questions you need to answer for me. Very important questions. You’re in a very serious position here. For almost four years now, this woman’s son hasn’t had his mom, a mom hasn’t had her daughter—”
“I know!” Liz interrupted. “That’s why I’m concerned, too. Because, I’m just like, she’s missing and for her family—”
“It’s tragic,” Schneider cut her off. “They’re all tragic, but some are worse. The reason I want to talk to you specifically is her phone was at your house right after she disappeared.”
“My house?”
“Yeah, her phone, when she went missing was at your house. The location data showed specifically it was at your house on 116th. I want to ask you how you can explain that to me, please.”
“She’s never been to my house.”
“Exactly. So, after she’s done disappearing, her phone is at your house. When her vehicle is located, guess what was found inside her vehicle?”
“Hmmm,” said Liz.
“Your fingerprints are inside her vehicle. If you’ve never been inside her vehicle, how would your fingerprints be inside her vehicle?”
“I don’t know. Because I’ve never been in her car.”
“For years and years, people have been sending emails under Cari’s fictitious accounts. The location on that data sometimes is masked by different apps, but we have ways around that. A lot of times it wasn’t masked. The IP addresses show up to whose house? Your house. Okay. Liz, this is where I want you to think hard, okay, about what direction you’re going to go in here. Are you going to sit in this chair and be remorseful? Are you going