The Cheshire Murders Page #5

are not my main problem.

"I am my main problem. My

self-destructive attitude and behavior.

"What I like about getting

high is to escape my feelings.

"I've self-medicated so much."

"I don't know how

to feel anymore."

This is his own words.

He's writing this.

"...unresolved anger controls

me, it haunts me day and night.

"Sometimes to the

point of obsession,"

"even scary fantasy."

You know, one of the comments

that Steven had shared with me

was he didn't know

what was gonna happen

but something big had to happen

because he had to get away

from my mother's house.

May to July, uh,

in a one-bedroom apartment,

my mother in the bedroom, Steven

on the couch, me on the floor.

You know, I didn't

ever want to be home.

I just didn't,

so I'd stay out until

I had to come home

to go to sleep,

because I couldn't stand to

be in the same room with him.

And then I'd be lying,

making believe

I'm sleeping in the morning

while he's having coffee

with my mom

just runnin' all his

bullshit out of his mouth

about how he's gonna

take care of her

and he's gonna be

making all this money.

He's going to reshift

and reshape my mother's life

and get them a bigger

place, and, you know,

it's gonna be Steven

taking care of Mom and...

On a scale from here to here,

there was that much of me

that actually believed

it was gonna happen.

We got into a very physical

confrontation one night,

and he broke three of my ribs,

and gave me a black eye.

And, you know, I probably should

have had him arrested then

because that would have been

violation of probation.

Then he would've went to jail and

none of this would've ever happened.

Things were

already falling apart.

The lies that Steven

had been telling

for the last two months

were coming back.

My mother was

finding out about it.

She was getting ready

to boot him out.

"I don't care what

you have to do.

"You need a halfway house.

I don't care."

"Get out of my house."

So that was Friday.

I don't know the

specifics of what happened

Saturday and/or Sunday,

but, you know,

things were definitely

ramping up to something.

A day or

two before the crime occurs,

Steven saw that his life was

once again going downhill,

and he says that he locks

himself in a hotel room

with crack cocaine and heroin

and goes on this drug binge

with a desire and hope

that he would kill himself.

He leaves the hotel room

feeling like he's failed

at this suicide attempt, leaving

him, in his view, more desperate.

He shows up at an AA meeting in

Hartford, and there's Joshua.

And Joshua started

talking to him about

ways to make some real money.

The last contact I had with him

before the crime, I think, was

Sunday night?

We said our usual good night's and "I

love you" and then the next morning,

I tried to get a hold of Joshua.

Me and my mom were walking to the

car and I looked at my mom, I go,

"Mom, something's wrong."

I was like, "Joshua's not

answering his phone.

"I think

something happened."

I was like, "Something

definitely is wrong."

Ms. Komisarjevsky

did call me on...

I'm pretty sure it was Monday,

and she told me that

Joshua went out late that night

and he was wearing dark

clothings, like his hoodie.

And Ms. Komisarjevsky

told me that

he only does that when he's

going out to rob houses.

The lights that the candles make

I think can help

to radiate the, uh...

Uh, the love that's needed.

Well, they're gonna ring the bells

at the churches for three minutes.

Uh, one minute for each

of the Petit women.

You'll

remember that last summer,

at what police describe

as a random home invasion.

And, of course, the darkness

that happened on that day

will never be forgotten.

But perhaps for the first time

tonight, there is a glimmer of hope

that perhaps some good

could come from this evil.

Now, the money raised here

will stay in Connecticut

and go to the foundation

that was founded

by Dr. Petit in the names

of his daughters.

Michaela Miracle

and Hayley's Hope and...

- Good morning, everyone.

- Good morning.

This is a hearing in a...

A continued hearing in

a matter of a complaint

brought by Colin Poitras

and the Hartford Courant

against Chief of Fire

Department, town of Cheshire...

We applied

through the town of Cheshire

for more material right after

the crime took place.

We finally got new

information yesterday.

A complete transcript from

the time of the initial call

from the bank official regarding Mrs.

Petit being at the bank

saying she might be held hostage

to the time the two suspects

were arrested outside

the Petit household.

And our review of this document,

which is heavily edited

to protect potential witnesses,

the town has told us,

raises the possibility

that officers on alert

could have maybe stopped this car

with the suspect and Mrs. Petit

as they were coming home

from the bank.

Um, perhaps could've beat

them back to the house.

Could've separated the two

suspects at that time

and maybe things would've

had a different outcome.

And what's still out

there is no one knows

what the initial 911 call said.

What the bank official said

to police when she called.

What were they told?

Was it clear?

Did they know they

have a hostage crisis?

There's always more information

that is yearned for, um,

either in a journalistic sense,

a due diligence reporting sense,

and sadly, in a salacious sense.

So, it is hard to say, "No, I don't

have anything to tell you right now."

Over and over again.

Upon arrival

at the victims' residence,

the first officer observed

the private residence

fully engulfed in flame.

Yeah, it worked out

so officers arrived on scene

just as the suspects

were leaving the residence.

I get really tired

of the stories that say,

"Oh, by the time the police showed up,

the house was already in flames."

And that's not true at all.

When Billy came

out of the house,

he was pretty sure that he saw men

in the woods hiding behind trees,

and we think those were

all the police officers.

And he was calling out

to a neighbor

while hopping across the

yard, tied and badly beaten.

That should have raised

the police eyebrows to say,

"What are they

doing in there?"

"We need to get in there

and find out."

That's why

I wrote letters to the police.

I felt like, and I expressed

in my letter that...

That their... Their goal

was to catch the men,

whoever were guilty,

and above and beyond

the saving of lives.

And I felt their priorities

were very much askew.

Why didn't they just have a bullhorn

or something saying, you know,

"This house is surrounded.

"You're not going to

get out of this alive,"

"so come on out?"

Why didn't you

just go to the door

and break a window or something

and go into that house?

You know, my... My whole

inner person said,

"These were

precious people."

"Why didn't you

enter the house?"

We've asked a lot of

questions, written a lot of letters.

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