Wednesday, July 3, 2024

267. The Only Murderer In The Building: Joanna Yeates

 Greg stared at his phone and wondered why Joanna, his girlfriend and flatmate, wasn’t answering his calls. Greg had spent the weekend with his family in Sheffield, U.K., which was about four hours north of Bristol, where he shared the apartment with Joanna. Maybe she was just busy. It was, after all, the weekend before Christmas.  But still, it wasn’t like her to not reply to him at all. Could her phone be dead? If it was, it had been dead all weekend because she hadn’t responded to his calls or texts since before 8:00 p.m. on Friday.

“Joanna?” he called out as he entered. But he got no answer. Her purse was there. The keys were there, and a bottle of cider sat on the counter. It was half full. Where was she? He called her cell phone again, calling her name and looking in the closets. He stopped. Her cell phone was ringing from inside the flat. “Joanna!?” he called out again. Any hope he had that Joanna was somewhere in the apartment was dashed as he realized the phone was ringing inside her coat pocket. The temperatures had not reached above freezing the whole weekend. Now he was really worried; Joanna wouldn't have left without her coat. Now he was really worried. With a sinking feeling in his gut, he called the police.

Join Cam and Jen as they discuss "The Only Murderer In The Building: Joanna Yeates."

Thank you to our team:
Written and researched by Lauretta Allen
Listener Discretion by Edward October from OctoberpodVHS
Executive Producer Nico Vitesse of The Inky Paw Print


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