Two copies-for myself and for Professor Jones.
DET. S'1URGIS: Duly noted. We'll get the Xerox going soon as we're finished here.
MR. TOKARIK: No, I want it simultaneous with yourMR. JONES: Stop obstructing, Tony. Let him read whatever It is. I want out of here today.
MR. TOKARIK: Chip, nothing's of greater importance to me than your imminent release, but IMR. JONES: Quiet, Tony. Read, Detective.
MR. TOKARIK: Not at all. I'm unhappy with thiMR. JONES: Time. Read, Detective.
DET. S'rURGIS: That settled? Sure? Okay. This is a transcript of an encoded computer floppy disk, 3M Brand, DS, DD, RH, double-sided, double-density, Q Mark. Further designated with Federal Bureau of Investigation Evidence Tag Number 133355678345 dash 452948. The disk was decoded by the cryptography division of the FBI National Crime Laboratory in Washington, D.C and was received at Los Angeles Police Department Headquarters, this morning, 6:~~ A.M via government pouch.
Once I start, I'm going to read it in its entirety, even if you choose to leave the room with your client, Counselor. In order to make it clear that this evidence was offered to you and you declined to hear it.
Understood?
MR. TOKARIK: We exercise all of our rights without prejudice.
MR. JONES: Read on, Detective. I'm intrigued.
bET. STURGIS: Here goes: I'm putting this in code to protect myself but it's not a complicated code, just a basic substitution-numbers for letters with a couple of reversals, so you should be able to handle
that, Ashmore. And if something's happened to me, have fiin with it.
Charles Lyman Jones the Third, known as Chip, is a o monster.
He came to my high school as a volunteer tutor and seduced me sexually and emotionally. This was ten years ago. I was seventeen and a senior and in the honors program in math, but I needed help with English and Social Sciences because I found it boring. He was twenty-eight and a graduate student. He seduced me and we had sex repeatedly over a six-month period at his apartment and at the school, including activities that I found personally repulsive. He was frequently impotent and did sick things to me in order to arouse himself Eventually, I got pregnant and he said he'd marry me. We never got married, just lived together in a dive near the University of Connecticut, at Storrs. Then it got worse.
1. He didn't tell his family about me. He kept another apartment in town and went there whenever his father came to visit.
2. He started to act really crazy. Doing things to my body-putting drugs in my drinks and sticking me with needles when I was sleeping.
At first I wasn't sure what was happening, used to wake up with marks all over, feeling sore. He said I was anemic and it was petechiaebroken capillaries due to pregnancy'. Since he told me he'd been pre-med at Yale, I believed him. Then one time I woke up and caught him trying to inject me with something brown and disgusting- looking-I'm sure now it was feces. Apparently he hadn't given me enough dope to put me out, or maybe I'd become hooked and needed more to pass out. He explained the needle by saying it was all for my good-some kind of organic vitamin tonic.
I was young and I believed all his lies. Then it got too weird and I left and tried to live with my mother but she was drunk all the time and wouldn't take me in. Also, I think he paid her off, because right around then she got lots of new clothes. So I went back to him and the more pregnant I got, the meaner and more vicious he got. One time he pulled a really hysterical fit and told me the baby would ruin everything between us and that it had to go.
Then he claimed it wasn't even his, which was ridiculous because I was a virgin when I met him and never fooled around with anyone else.
Eventually, the stress he put me through made me miscarry. But that didn't make him happy either, and he kept sneaking up on me when I was sleeping, shouting in my ear and sometimes sticking me.
I was getting fevers and bad headaches and hearing voices and becoming dizzy. For a while I thought I was going crazy.
I finally left Storrs and went back to Poughkeepsie.
He followed me and we had a real screaming fit in Victor Waryas ark.
Then he gave me a check for ten thousand dollars and told me to get out of his life and stay there.
