“In preliminary examinations, detectives thought they could hear some more words being spoken between the time Patsy Ramsey said ‘hurry hurry hurry’ and when the call was terminated. However, the FBI and the US Secret Service cannot lift anything from the background noise on the tape. As a final effort, several months later we contacted the electronic wizards at Aerospace Corporation in Los Angeles and asked them to try to decipher the sounds behind the noise. Their work produced a startling conclusion: Patsy apparently had trouble hanging up the telephone. Before it rested in the cradle, she was heard to moan, ‘Help me, Jesus, help me, Jesus.’ Her husband was heard to bark, ‘We’re not talking to you.’ And in the background was a young-sounding voice: ‘What did you find?’ It was JonBenet’s brother, Burke. The Ramseys would repeatedly tell us their son did not wake up at any point during the crime.”
Amy and I exchange looks. I know what’s coming… I sense what’s coming. We’re going to have to talk to Patsy. I’m not looking forward to it.
We discuss the issue that the crime scene was, essentially, soiled from the beginning. Sure, it was originally discussed as a kidnapping, but that doesn’t mean people should have been parading in and out of the house the way they were. It all reeks of corruption.
We cover the idea that John Ramsey and Fleet White found JonBenet’s body in a part of the house that wasn’t known to most people. We cover that John Ramsey picked JonBenet’s body up — obviously a big no-no in a crime scene — and brought her upstairs. We cover that so much evidence was compromised, that the whole thing was weird. The idea that John and Fleet were in the basement without a police officer in an area that should’ve been completely cordoned off to begin with.
That being said, I’m fired up now. I’m mad. I want someone to answer for this tragedy.