This recording was a tad less manic than the recorded call of July 29, and lasted for thirty-four seconds.
On Sunday, August 31, at 10:44 P.M., Rachel called Sarah again and left this voice mail: “It’s so funny that you want to talk shit and you sit there and say that my man was over to your house. Well, tell me what he was wearing tonight, Sarah, because you are a dumb bitch for real, and if you’re fuckin’ lying, I’m going to find you and I’m going to beat your ass. And if you’re not lying, I’m going to find you and beat your ass, okay? You can play your fucking games. You are a pathetic little bitch. You are a little fucking girl. Honestly, what do you have going for you that Josh wants you over me for? I’ve got a job, have my own place. What the fuck! Seriously? He can get anything he wants from me, any fuckin’ thing, not to mention that I probably fuckin’ look fuckin’ ten times better than you. And you fuckin’ run your mouth. You’ve still got your mommy and daddy’s curfew, bitch. For God’s sake, why the fuck do you run your fuckin’ mouth, and why the fuck are you so pathetic? Please do leave the shirt under my face, because that’s old news, just like you and him are. So keep talking shit, Sarah. You don’t know when to stop. You haven’t learned your lesson yet, and I’m the fuckin’ teacher. I’m warning you now, keep fucking with me, Sarah, and you and Erin both are dumb psychotic bitches. I’m warning you now, I am going to show you psycho! So stop fucking with me. You are fucking with the wrong person, and you’re fucking with the wrong thing that I care about. So keep it up, keep playing your motherfucking game and I am going to teach you how to grow up real motherfucking quick.”
This one lasted one minute and fourteen seconds.
Forty-one minutes later, Rachel left another brief message: “Why don’t you come outside now, Sarah? I’m outside your house. Come on out, I fucking dare you.”
Rachel called again and again.
The annoyance pushed Sarah to the brink; at 11:15 P.M., she called the cops.
Officer Christopher Boyce located Rachel outside Joshua’s home. Boyce said Rachel appeared “visibly upset,” and complained that it was Sarah’s fault. She started it by sending Rachel threatening e-mails.
Officer Boyce’s report stated: Ludemann advised that Wade was threatening her during some of the phone calls and just wanted Wade to stop calling her. Wade advised that she would stop calling Ludemann, but requested that I ask Ludemann to stop threatening her via e-mail. Camacho said that he does see Ludemann behind Wade’s back and that Ludemann was just trying to antagonize Wade into a fight. [Author’s emphasis]
Sarah had to promise that she would neither call nor e-mail Rachel. She prophetically told police that she taped the messages because she “wanted it documented in case Wade followed through on her threats.”
On September 12, Rachel wrote on her Myspace page:
I’m an independent chick! Yeah, I got a man. But I’m not one of those spoiled little girls who expects the world from her man. So y’all hoes can just stop hatin’.
On October 8, 2008, the Pinellas Park 911 operator received a call from Rachel Wade’s phone. When police arrived at Rachel’s apartment, she was there alone. She had gotten into an argument with Joshua, who had broken into the apartment.
“He pushed the door in and broke the dead bolt chain,” Rachel complained.
Despite that, the fight had been verbal only. The responding officer looked for Joshua but couldn’t find him.
“No further action,” he concluded.
Two weeks later, Officer William Holmes answered a complaint from Joshua Camacho’s baby mama, Erin Slothower, who said she’d been receiving threats from Rachel Wade that Wade intended to “slit her fucking throat and to do harmful things to her.”
Officer Holmes added that both Erin Slothower and her friend Jamie Severino had expressed concerns that they were in fear that “Wade will do something to harm them.”
Erin told police that although she had been the target of all the e-mails, some of them had been texted to her friend Jamie Severino’s phone. Jamie had made it clear to Rachel that she and Erin wanted no more harassing messages, but Rachel didn’t stop. Erin explained that Rachel was a girlfriend of her baby daddy, and Jamie had the baby of Joshua’s brother Jay.
On Friday, November 7, 2008, a Pinellas Park grammar school teacher called police and said they had a kid, Isaiah, who complained that his parents had had a bad fight in the home.
The parents in question were Joshua and Jay’s older sister, Janet Camacho, and her baby daddy Robert Williams (pseudonym). Officer Andrea Butson and Child Protection Investigation Division (CPID) investigator Jody Binge handled the complaint.
The allegation, made by their little boy, was that the verbal fight had grown until Janet Camacho grabbed a knife and threatened Robert Williams with it. She “attempted to cut” him. He was trying to take the knife away from her when she was cut. He then got a gun and pointed it at her. Although he “clicked” the gun, it didn’t go off.
“That’s ridiculous,” Janet Camacho told the investigators. “There isn’t even a real gun in my house. There is a BB gun, that’s all.” The BB gun belonged to her brother Joshua, who kept it locked up in his bedroom. The kids had never been allowed to touch it, and it had never been pointed at anyone. She admitted to having a fight with the father of her kids. They didn’t live together anymore because they fought so much. The current conflict stemmed back two weeks earlier when Williams came to the Camacho residence to drop off the kids and there’d been a fight.
The investigators had a question: “You have a bandage on your hand. What happened there?”
“I cut myself on a piece of broken glass from a candle,” she said.
Janet Camacho and Robert Williams’s kids were interviewed separately. Destiny said she knew the difference between the truth and a lie, and she said her mother and father did not fight. It was determined that Isaiah was unable to tell the difference between a truth and a lie, so he was not considered a credible witness.
The kids were given the once-over and showed no signs of abuse.
Officer Butson spoke briefly to Joshua, who vouched for the fact that his BB gun was kept locked inside his bedroom closet. The allegations were untrue, he said.
On Wednesday, November 12, at 7:47 in the evening, Rachel affected a chummy tone at first: “Hey, Sarah, it’s Rachel. I’m in my car and I’m sure you-all are walking because yours are broken or you don’t have cars. You need the exercise. Maybe it’ll thin you out a little bit. I don’t know … I was just wondering where you are, because if you come to my job, you’ll be arrested on the spot. And I’ll spit in your food. I’m sure you won’t mind because you’re not even going to notice because you’re going to scarf it down. You’re like my fucking dog. You probably don’t even chew your food. But do me a favor and meet me there, bitch. Bye.”
Sarah did go to Applebee’s, when she knew Rachel was working, and specifically asked to be seated in Rachel’s section—the better to mess with her. She tripped Rachel while Rachel was carrying beer. She further harassed her rival by complaining to the manager that Rachel had spit in her food.
As the feud escalated, neither girl was having much fun. The only one having fun was Joshua. Friends of both Rachel and Sarah verified that Joshua was amused by the little war between his sex slaves.
One night in November, Rachel was angry with Joshua. She and her friend Lisa Lafrance put their heads together and came up with “the bright idea”