Robert Walters has been quiet, at least publicly, since he was arrested last year for murdering his girlfriend and then hiring someone to kill his wife, to whom prosecutors say he confessed the crime. But the opposite was true before he was arrested.
As explained in this week's cover story, "Dead End," prosecutors say Walters was quite talkative.
Walters is charged with two counts: first degree murder in the killing of 22-year-old Brittney Brashers, whom he met in the Air Force; and solicitation to commit the murder of his wife, Elena Walters.
In anticipation of his August 30 trial, lawyers on both sides have filed a flurry of legal motions regarding what evidence the jury should be allowed to hear. Some of those motions contain transcripts of recordings of Walters made by his wife and voicemails he left before the murder. Walters is accused of punching and choking Brashers to death in her car and then faking an accident to cover it up. Prosecutors say the murder happened while Walters and Brashers were driving home to Colorado Springs after spending the night at a Denver club, where Brashers participated in a photo shoot.
Here are Walters's own words:
Voicemail left by Walters for Master Sergeant Arthur Figeroa, Brashers' superior in the Air Force, at 11:02 p.m. on November 16, 2009, the night of the photo shoot. A few weeks earlier, Figeroa had issued a military no-contact order for Walters and Brashers after they were involved in a domestic violence incident.
Hey, sarge. It's your best bud. This is Robbie Walters and Brittney has broken her no-contact order. I'm at a strip club in Denver right now with Brittney.
Yes, Brittney is that stupid where she would come to a strip club with me in Denver. I have the proof if you want it. I've got my phone records. I've got pictures. I've got everything.
Uh, let's destroy her. Come on, sarge, let's destroy her. She is fucked up again. This is the second, third or fourth time she fucked up.
I'm at a strip club now and she's flashing her naked body to anonymous strangers. I've got pictures of that, too, if you would like them. Yes, she has fucked up and I have the proof. I'm at a strip club with Brittney right now.
Kick her out. She needs to be kicked out. Hit me up if you need the proof. I've got it. I've got it. Yes, I'm a dick. I know you don't like me, but I don't care. But I've got the proof and you need to kick her out. Peace.
Voicemail left by Walters for Figueroa at 11:22 p.m. on November 16, 2009.
She's running around showing off her naked body to everyone. I've got pictures to prove it. She has broken her no-contact order. I have the phone records to prove it. I know you're trying to protect her, but she needs to be kicked out! No Article 15. She needs to be kicked out.
She is the most evil woman I've ever known. That bitch needs to be kicked out! I've got the proof if you want it. I want her destroyed. I want her career ended.
I know I'm a dick and you don't like me, but I don't care. Come on, sarge, let's do it. Let's kick her out. I have the proof if you want it. You have my number. Give me a call so we can kick her out.
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Recording of Walters talking to his wife, Elena, in January 2010.
I don't like your fucking emotion. I don't like the way you are with me. I don't like the way you are with me. I don't like that you're still trying to be with me after every fucking thing I've done to you. I don't fucking like you! I don't respect you as a human being. I don't fucking respect you. And after everything I've done to you, you're still trying to be with me.
Fuck you for trying to be with me! I don't respect you. I'd shit on you. I chose another girl over you. I went to Colorado to live with somebody else other than you, over my family. I gave up on all of you.
I don't like you people. I don't like you guys. I don't fucking like you. I love you in the sense I would die for you, but I don't like you. I do not like you. I don't fucking like you. And I can't help it. I can't force myself to like you.
I don't like you. I don't like my father. I don't like my mother. I don't like my family. I don't like my fucking life.
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