Left for Garbage

bad about the kid. I mean, Deeley, she seemed like a nice little kid, as kids go. She slept a lot. ‘Course now we all know why. Chloroform, huh? That’s some kind of whack babysitter Denise had.
    I can’t say I thought about where Deeley was the month she stayed with me. I’m a sort of ‘live in the now’ guy and, you know, ‘out of sight out of mind’. If I thought about it at all, and again I don’t think I did, but if I did, because, sure, sometimes I think about all kinds of shit, well then, I probably thought she was with Denise’s old lady, her mom, you know?
    I mean , I don’t remember Denise ever telling me some fucking nanny story, if that’s what you mean. Hell, I would have laughed in her face. The chick couldn’t afford gas - how would she have paid for a nanny? Oh yeah, she was buying groceries for here but I noticed they were always from Target, so I figured it was her old lady’s credit card she was using. I do the same with my dad on account of I’ve been in a career development place, financially speaking, so I didn’t judge her or anything for it
    Denise didn’t really talk about her kid or her family with me , and I didn’t ask. I didn’t care, so it didn’t come up, or if it did, I wasn’t hearing it. First time I met that crew was when her psycho bitch of a mom shows up at my place about eleven one night and starts screaming shit about how I best be rich cuz Denise was gonna take whatever I had. I gotta say I was confused as shit. I didn’t have a clue what her old lady was talking about, and before I could ask any questions, Denise was hustling her mom outside for a private chat, and then a few minutes later they came back inside and Denise is all red and upset and shit, and her mom is still screaming, and now she’s saying, “You better get your things together, Denise, because you won’t be back.”
    And right then I’m thinking that sounds like a plan to me, but then Denise screams back at her, “I’ll come with you but I’m coming right back.”
    And my roommate throws me a look like ‘Shit, man’, and I was thinking, ‘No way’, but I stayed quiet because I didn’t like the way Denise was acting and I didn’t want her up in my grill. I figured once she was out I could just text her, which is my preferred method of ending a relationship, because like on email, girls get too emotional and shit. But it turns out I didn’t have to. They took off and that’s the last time I ever saw Denise. I heard from her a few times after that but I never saw her again, except on TV and, you know, later on in court.

Bobby Rightman
    (Ex-boyfriend of Denise Brown)

    This is a nightmare and none of it ever had to happen. If Denise and me had stayed together - I mean, if we were still together - none of this would be going on. I really can help, and I hope the family and everyone lets me.
    The minute I got Denise’s text saying Deeley was missing and that someone had kidnapped her , I thought it’s probably this weird guy none of us ever met, Manny the nanny. I mean, my God, how did any of it happen and how did she keep it to herself all this time?
    I’ve got a timeline, you know, to get events straight in my head but it’s mostly for the police. I’m a law and order guy. I was training to be a cop for a while but now I think I want to work for God, like my father does.
    He’s highly respected in our area, not that police don’t work for God, too. I mean, I’m all about law and order, it’s what God wants for us and I thought I could serve Him one way, but now I think another way is better. So I hope it’s okay. but I want to say something about Denise before I get into the stuff I wrote down, because I think it’s important, and maybe it will help everyone to understand why Denise does what she does, and why she lies so bad to everybody, because I kind of know why.
    See , and this might be hard to understand if you don’t know her, but Denise, she’s a chameleon. Whoever she’s with, well that’s who she becomes. I mean, not the guy, but like the guy’s absolute match, and it’s, well, it’s kind of perfect.
    I mean , I’m just an okay guy and, you know, nowadays, if you believe like I do, and you want to live your life a certain way, it can make people treat you like you’re a freak. I mean, I’m not ashamed of who I am or anything like that, I’m proud of being a Christian, but sometimes it makes people walk away before they get to know me or even