Killer Girlfriend: The Jodi Arias Story by Josh Hoffner Brian Skoloff

whereabouts during her murderous
     trip through the Southwest.
    Jodi arrived at Travis’ house at about 4 a.m. on June 4. But this was not a normal
     trip where the traveler calls ahead and lets their friend know what time they are
     arriving. Jodi showed up completely unannounced, according to police. She says Travis
     begged her to come.
    She didn’t bother knocking on the door or ringing the doorbell.
    She knew his garage code - 0187 - so she opened the door and went into the house.
     She walked quietly, not knowing if Travis was sleeping or if his roommates were around.
     She crept up on Travis as he was in his office watching goofy YouTube videos of people
     with tin foil on their heads, oblivious to the fact that Jodi was there staring at
     him. She stood there for about 30 seconds, and finally called attention to her appearance.
    Travis was clearly surprised. But they had done this before, and Jodi had a good
     enough cover story about her road trip that it didn’t register to Travis what was
     really going on in her head.
    Over the next roughly 14 hours, the two would surf the Internet, nap and have sex,
     punctuated by her both taking nude photos of each other. She then killed him, hurriedly
     cleaned up the scene and got the hell out of there, leaving behind a gruesome scene
     that wouldn’t be found for five days. Yet she didn’t behave like a traumatized victim
     of a brutal attack. Instead, she continued on her unusual road trip and began working
     on an alibi.
    But her license plate was her first issue. Authorities say she removed the back plate
     at some point during her trip, presumably to avoid detection given the abundance of
     surveillance cameras along the route. In her haste to place the plate back on the
     car, she put it on upside down, prosecutors say. Jodi had a different story. She said
     that during a stop at a Starbucks, an unruly group of skateboarders messed with the
     plates.
    Jodi was still carrying the gun that she fired at Travis during their altercation.
     She said she dumped it in the desert somewhere, but only vaguely recalls any other
     details of the attack and aftermath.
    From there, it was on to Salt Lake City to see her budding love interest, Ryan Burns.
     Jodi met Ryan at a Prepaid Legal conference, and they struck up a long-distance relationship
     in their few months of knowing each other, exchanging hundreds of instant messages
     during lengthy Internet chats.
    Jodi was supposed to meet Burns in Salt Lake City sometime Wednesday — the same day
     she had just killed Travis. But by Wednesday night, when she still wasn’t there, he
     called her on her cell phone and it went straight to voicemail. He was a little worried;
     it was strange for her not to show up like that.
    He finally got a call from a disoriented and frazzled Jodi around 11 p.m. Wednesday.
     She had all sorts of excuses. She lost her cell phone charger, and then bought one
     at a gas station. She went the wrong way on the freeway and drove for several hours.
     She slept in her car. She finally showed up the next morning.
    Jodi was going to accompany Burns for a Prepaid Legal meeting, and she agreed to
     follow him in her rental car. After she pulled away from his house, Jodi saw the flashing
     lights on a police car. She was already jittery and now she was being confronted by
     a cop. Had she already been caught? Was he going to arrest her in Travis’ death?
    A West Jordan police officer walked up to the car. He started asking about why her
     license plate was upside down. Jodi explained it as a goof by her friends - they must
     have been playing a prank on her. She got off with a verbal warning.
    Later in the trip, Jodi and Ryan ended up in his bedroom. It got a little hot and
     heavy as they made out. He commented on her bandaged hands as she caressed his body.
     He kissed her stomach, noticing that the “six-pack abs” she had been boasting in their
     Internet chats were no joke. When she climbed on top,