On a January night in 1997, Yarmila Falater was brutally stabbed and drowned in the family’s backyard pool. Her husband, Scott Falater, was caught red-handed, but claimed he had no memory of the crime. What followed was a high-profile trial that pitted science against suspicion, as experts debated whether Yarmila’s death was a tragic accident or deliberate murder. ---Narration – Anonymous HostResearch & writing – Milly RasoCreative direction – Milly RasoProduction & music – Mike MigasAudio editing – Anthony TelferSign up for Casefile Premium:Apple PremiumSpotify PremiumPatreonFor all credits and sources, please visit https://casefilepodcast.com/case-314-yarmila-falater Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.
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At around 10pm on Thursday January 16 1997, Gregory Coons was watching the late night news at his home in Phoenix, Arizona. After 10 or so minutes, he turned the television off and headed to bed, where his girlfriend Stephanie lay awake, looking obviously concerned. Moments earlier, she had heard what sounded like a woman outside screaming, please no or please don't.
Die Schreie waren dann abgestürzt, zu den feinen Geräuschen von jemandem, der weint oder weint. Jahre lang arbeitete er in der Konstruktion und verletzte Gregorys Hörer. Und obwohl er nichts Ungewöhnliches gehört hatte, fühlte er sich immer noch gezwungen, zu schauen, ob alles in Ordnung war.
Nach dem Einsteigen auf seine Rückseite und dem Aufhören, hörte er bald das seltsame Geräusch, das Stephanie beschrieben hatte. Es kam von der anderen Seite des langen, grünen Sinderblock-Fensters, der seine Wälder von dem seiner Nachbarn entfernt hatte, der Faleta-Familie.
At first Gregory Coons thought the noises might be a couple having sex, but with the six foot high fence blocking his view, he couldn't be sure. He went into his garage, quietly opened an exterior door closer to the fence and listened again, only to realize the moaning had stopped. Then he heard the sound of footsteps crunching along the gravel path that lined the Faletas side of the fence.
Begeistert von Unwissenheit, kreppte Gregory im Hintergrund seiner Heimat zu einer Blätterpflanze. Er steckte auf die Straßenbahntüren, die die Pflanze zusammenhielten, um nur genug Höhe zu geben, um diskret über die Fenster zu blicken. Das Verletzungsgebäude bezeichnete ein zweistörendes Stucco-Haus in einer warmen, cremigen Farbe, das die meiste Teil der Heimat besitzt hatte.
Seine Heimat, wie Gregorys, war kompakt und voll veröffentlicht. It had a cozy patio, a towering pine tree and a small curved swimming pool. Though the Faletas yard was unlit, Gregory could make out a figure writhing on the ground near the pool. It was a fully clothed woman. She lay with her head facing the house and her feet pointing towards the pool pump equipment.
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