The next time the police were called, Walters wound up in handcuffs. He and Brashers were at a bar and began to argue about whether Brashers was "too good" for him, prosecutors say. As Walters drove them home, Brashers called Feliciano, who overheard Walters say he was "going to fucking wreck this car."
Back at home, the fight turned physical. Walters grabbed Brashers by the arms and threw her against her car, breaking the car's side-view mirror, prosecutors say. Brashers attempted to call the police, but Walters grabbed her cell phone and tossed it down the street, shattering it. Brashers responded by breaking the side-view mirror on Walters's car; she then ran to a neighbor's house to call the cops. Walters was arrested and charged with misdemeanor assault. A judge issued a mandatory protection order, ordering Walters to have no contact with Brashers. He was released from jail two days later, on October 26.
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The dead-end street where Brittney Brashers died.
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That day, he called Feliciano. She happened to be with Figeroa, Brashers's superior, who overheard the conversation. Walters was clear: He said it was his "sole mission in life...to destroy Brittney and end her career."
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[Walters] says he never hurt anyone so much in his life.... He states that she said, "Stop."... He states he did not know what she said, but he stopped for a split second. He then told himself, "Oh shit. I can't stop. I hit her." He says he could not be like, "Sorry, Britt. Sorry I punched you. Sorry I did that." He says he could not stop and it was done. He says that one punch killed her face.
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Over the next few days, Brashers told her friends that she was finally done with Walters. She said he was "nothing but bad for her," prosecutors say, and explained to one friend that "Robbie was abusive when he drank too much, which was all the time." She told another friend that once, in the car, Walters threatened to "pull the wheel into traffic."
In addition to the court-issued protection order, Figeroa told police that he issued another military no-contact order for Brashers and Walters.
But, again, it seems the two couldn't stay apart. Prosecutors allege that Brashers was stuck in a classic domestic-violence relationship, making excuses to see Walters despite her misgivings. Walters, court documents indicate, was equal parts infatuated and infuriated with Brashers, whom friends describe on a memorial web page as upbeat and vibrant. Her high-school teachers remember her as a dedicated student who ran track and danced. In Colorado Springs, she served as a lab technician in the 21st Dental Squadron, which provides dental care to service members at Peterson Air Force Base. She also played in a women's tackle-football league called Foxxy Football and ran with the local Hash House Harriers, a social group that combines fitness and drinking. "She was a great person, pretty inside and out," says Anthony Sharer, who ran with her.
Though contact was forbidden and Walters moved out of the house they shared, his attorneys say that he and Brashers continued to see each other every day, adding that Brashers told their roommate that "she still had feelings for Mr. Walters even after all they had already been through." Evidence shows they were also in touch by text and phone, and that their explosive relationship was continuing. Police recovered a five-minute voice-mail message that Walters left for Brashers during that time. In it, he said he was on his way over to her house, and he referenced the time Brashers punched him. "I fucking hate you," he said. "I hate you. I hate you. I can't say it enough times.... You want to act like you're a big badass and act like you're the one in charge. Fuck you.
"I wish you would fucking die."
In mid-November, Brashers told Feliciano that she wanted to break up with Walters once and for all but was worried that he would tell her superiors that she had violated the military no-contact order. She didn't want to be kicked out of the Air Force.
But the next day, she apparently changed her mind.
"Let me stay with u 4 one nite?" Walters texted her at 2:39 p.m. on Monday, November 16.
"Of course," she texted back at 2:40.
Walters seemed sheepish, grateful. "Just one nite," he wrote. "And if anything goes wrong, I can just get a hotel. Where can I meet up with u?"
"I'm getting ready to head to denver in a few," Brashers texted back. "Ill call u when we r done with the shoot."
Brashers was scheduled to participate in a photo shoot at the Grand Paladium, a large, isolated nightclub just north of Denver with Greco-Roman columns out front and statues of lions guarding the entrance to the attached strip club, the Oasis Cabaret. (Both businesses are now closed; they were seized for tax evasion last February.) The photo shoot was for Foxxy Football, a budding women's league in which the players wear spandex shorts and sports bras that show their midriffs.
"Take me with u," Walters texted.
"Ok," Brashers answered. "You cant in to the shoot tho, you will have to take my car and hang out till im done..."
