Read chapter one of Linda Hoffman-Pugh's book. "Death of an Innocent."

[Tricia]

I received an email from Darnay Hoffman containing the first chapter of LHP's book, "Death of an Innocent."

Darnay said his wife Sidney is not involved in the book in any way shape or form.

I have to say it's hard to believe that LHP does not have some sort of ghost writer or co-author.

The first chapter is very graphic.

If you like pot-roast then do not read this post. You will never eat pot-roast again.

I have edited the graphic sexual descriptions. However you should be able to understand what is being said.

DEATH OF AN INNOCENT
By John and Patsy Ramsey's Housekeeper:
Linda Hoffmann-Pugh

Chapter One

Who killed JonBenet Ramsey?

How did she die?

Those are the questions most Americans want answered.

And I can answer them.

In fact, I am one of only three people who knows the answer to the terrible question: "Who killed JonBenet Ramsey?"

And who are the other two people who know the answer?

John and Patsy Ramsey, the parents of JonBenet Ramsey

And there is a reason why we know who killed JonBenet.

Unlike other authors who have written books about the case before us, we were actually part of the Ramsey household.

Right up until the day JonBenet died.

But I also know who killed JonBenet Ramsey because I saw John and Patsy Ramsey in their private, unguarded moments. And because I took care of JonBenet as if she were my own child.

But now, because the police have failed miserably in solving the mystery of JonBenet's death, I feel that it is finally time for me to come forward and tell my story.

It is a frightening story with a terrible secret.

The secret is this:

I have no mouth and I must scream.

That's right.

I have no mouth and I must scream!

I have no mouth and yet I must scream the name of JonBenet's killer at the top of my lungs to the rest of the world.

Try to imagine what it is like to know who killed JonBenet Ramsey, and yet have no one to listen to you, or help you do anything about it. That is part of the terrible secret.

No one will help me!

Not the police.

Not the district attorney.

Not even a federal judge.

And yet I know who killed JonBenet Ramsey, just as surely as if I had been there in that dark, awful wine cellar with her and witnessed her murder.

And I will tell you what happened on that dreadful Christmas night.

If you will listen.

But before I can do that, I must briefly tell you about the only two other people who know who murdered JonBenet. They are John and Patsy Ramsey.

While working for the Ramsey family as a housekeeper, I was able to see the interaction between John and Patsy. In the fourteen months I was there, they never once showed the slightest affection for one another.

I never once saw them embrace.

I never once saw them hold hands,

I never once saw them a kiss, or hug, or use words or terms of endearment, or speak to one another with any warmth or tenderness.

Not once.

Not ever!

In fact, I don't think I've ever been around a married couple who looked so uncomfortable together. Or a couple who were as cold to one another, as these two.

There were times when I would not have been surprised to come to work and find that John and Patsy Ramsey had filed for divorce.

On one occasion, while I was working around the Ramsey house, a conversation Patsy Ramsey had with me only confirmed my suspicions that there was "trouble in paradise" in the Ramsey marriage.

Patsy confided to me that she did not enjoy having sexual relations (especially o*** sex) with John.

After beating around the bush, Patsy finally asked me for help. Did I have any suggestions? She wanted to enjoy sex with John, but she just couldn't bring herself to do it.

Especially not o*** sex.

Was there anything Patsy could do to keep her from thinking about his ***** in her mouth and gagging on it?

Well, was there?

Patsy appeared desperate.

Was there anything she could do about the salty sour taste of John's *****, and the ***** hair that would stick in her teeth?

I was astonished.

As a mother of six children, I had never run into that problem.

Quite the contrary.

Before answering Patsy, I took a deep breath, stunned by the completely unexpected nature of Patsy's confession, thought for a minute, and then offered her the only advice a grandmother of ten children could give.

Patsy, I told her, keep thinking about how much you love John and how this is just another way of showing him your love. Make love to his ***** as if you were making love to the man.

What else could I say?

Either you love the guy or you don't.

But Patsy's unhappiness and fear of John's ***** did not end there. Sometime after Patsy's confession, I came upon her sobbing in the kitchen. When I asked her what was wrong, she explained that she had just spent the night crying her eyes out because John had yelled at her the day before about her being a lousy homemaker and cook. Clearly, there was more to John's anger than an uncooked meal or an unmade bed.

I suspected that the real reason behind John's outburst probably had more to do with his un****ed ***** than his uncooked pot roast.

Remarkably, Patsy seemed genuinely upset by his criticism and she was more emotional than I think I have ever seen her.

Later, when appearing before the Boulder grand jury investigating the murder of JonBenet Ramsey, I spoke at length about the trouble I thought the Ramsey marriage was experiencing.

I told the grand jury that in my opinion, based on my personal observations while working for the them, I could honestly say that the Ramseys did not appear to be a happily married couple.

On the contrary, they seemed held together, like lots of other unhappy marriages, by their children.

Without their son Burke, and their daughter JonBenet, it is my belief that John and Patsy would have divorced many years ago.

I also told the grand jury that while Patsy could be kind and even thoughtful, she was one of the strangest people I have ever met.

By way of example, I told the grand jury that while cleaning out and organizing her vast number of purses - one of my tasks every Friday - Patsy took me aside and explained that she had gone to her local church, had members of her congregation pray over her, and the next day found that doctors had declared her miraculously "cured" of stage-four ovarian cancer.

But that wasn't all.

Patsy also had visions.

She confided in me that John's deceased daughter from his first marriage appeared before her to tell her that an angel was coming to cure her of cancer. Patsy believed her dead step-daughter's message was true and that the angel sent her cancer into remission, along with the help of the parishioner's of her church who had prayed over her.

But that still wasn't all.

One of the ways in which Patsy Ramsey would communicate with me was through handwritten notes, which she would leave for me with instructions for various duties around the house that needed my attention.

In the fourteen month period that I worked for the Ramseys, I was left several dozen handwritten notes by Patsy Ramsey. I am quite familiar with her handwriting, and I believe I can recognize it with very little difficulty.

I told the grand jury that since leaving the employ of the Ramseys, I had had occasion to see a copy of the ransom note found at the scene of JonBenet Ramsey's murder. It was heartbreaking for me to admit that the handwriting in the ransom note looked very much like the handwriting Patsy Ramsey used in writing her notes to me.

By way of example, Patsy made her letter "a"s very distinctively, and she would use accents over words like JonBenet and attaché, and often used initialing of words in combination, to name just a few of her many unique handwriting characteristics.
Because I once felt very close to Patsy Ramsey, and regarded her with almost as much affection as a member of my immediate family, it has been hard for me to admit that I am now certain that the handwriting in the ransom note looks to me as if it was made by one and the same person.

Patsy Ramsey.

That is why I am convinced Patsy killed and then covered up the death of her daughter.

She alone is responsible.

John may have helped her to hide her crime because he had no choice, especially since she could have pointed the finger of guilt at him if he had resisted.

Perhaps I am being too cryptic. So let me tell you how I believe JonBenet was murdered.

If I were speaking to Patsy Ramsey right now, this is what I would say to her:
You were spent and exhausted, weren't you? The holidays do that to people. At the party on December twenty-third you appeared a little out of sorts, perhaps because there were twenty people in the house with another twenty on the way. It was five in the afternoon, and I was on my way out the door, leaving you without help. So it's okay if you dipped deeply into the Beringer Chardonnay, your favorite wine that you kept in the walk-in refrigerator, just off the kitchen.

Holidays can be depressing. I don't blame you for being down. Your big four-oh birthday was less than a week away, you had dealt with ovarian cancer for years, and your beauty queen looks were fading. Miss West Virginia of 1977 had become a middle-aged matron. You loved JonBenet, but she was a handful, wetting the bed night after night. She was driving you crazy.

Christmas Day wasn't quiet or peaceful, either. There was pressure, lots of pressure and I wasn't there to smooth out the rough edges for you. Sure, it was picture perfect, snow on the ground, and your home was a decorator's dream. I remember helping to decorate the artifical Christmas trees, one for nearly every room in the house. Giant candy canes bordered both sides of the walk. But there were homes to visit, open houses that had to be dropped in and dropped out of, and you were expected to gather up Burke and JonBenet and have them ready to fly out at daybreak to Michigan where there was going to be a second Christmas at your lakefront vacation house. John would hire the pilot, but you were the one who had to pack and organize and get the kids dressed.

So you were weary that night, who wouldn't be? John was no help. He did what he always did - swallowed a couple of melatonin capsules and fell into a deep sleep. He wouldn't have heard a cannon go off it was next to the bed. You were still wearing the red sweater and black velvet trousers when you put JonBenet to bed Christmas night. Surprisingly - for someone who has a hundred dresses and prides herself with never wearing the same outfit twice - you were wearing that same costume when the police arrived the next day.

JonBenet wet the bed again that night, didn't she? She woke up and told you about it before you were even undressed and you simply "lost it." You took her into the bathroom. It was the same destination you always took JonBenet when it was time to punish her for bedwetting. You forget that I saw you take here there so many times before, shutting the door tightly behind you, so her screams could not be heard. Except this time there was "an accident," wasn't there? You picked up the long, black flashlight you had brought with you, and you swung it. You swung it first at her crotch and then next at her head. Maybe you meant to scare her and maybe you didn't mean to kill her, but you did.

At first you thought you had knocked her out, but then she wasn't breathing, and you felt for a pulse, but there was none.

What to do? What to do?

Well, someone else must have done this, since it certainly couldn't have been you. Right? After all, you were always a model parent. Right? At least you hoped people thought so.

All of those Tom Clancy novels were suddenly flashing through your mind as JonBenet's body lay before you. What would a clever mystery writer have his antagonist do?

Think!

They sure wouldn't have the villain lie down and take the rap for an accident. A bash in the head, after all, was too suspicious. A parent could do that. But what if JonBenet was slowly strangled, exotically, with, of all things, a garrote?

So you broke off one of your paint brushes, took the white nylon cord, and twisted it around her neck. She might have still been revived, but you didn't know it. You just pulled the cord tight around her neck until it was red.

I remember just such a cord wrapped in just such a way around a box in the basement next to where her body was found.

I remember a lot Patsy.

You kept trying to make it an exotic crime scene, didn't you? You even taped your daughter's wrists and her mouth shut, cutting the tape with a small Swiss army knife that would later be found beside her body the next day.

I remember that knife.

Burke had walked around the house whittling with it a month before, and I told you I put it up at the top of the linen closet near JonBenet's bedroom when I confiscated it from him.

Only you knew and John knew the exact location of that hideaway in the linen closet.

After you finished taping JonBenet's mouth, you carried her downstairs and hid her body in the basement inside a small hidden room - the "wine room" you called it, even though there was never any wine stored there. You then wrapped her in a favorite white blanket of hers, which you took from the dryer, except her Barbie nightgown was stuck to it because you never did have the sense to throw in a static cling strip with the wash.

So you laid the nightie next to her.

You had stored the plastic Christmas trees there, in that "wine cellar." Strange, isn't it? I had worked for you for nearly a year and I didn't even know that room existed until you had me get those trees out of there. An intruder wouldn't have found that place. Not in a million years. Only you, or John, would know it location. Your house was a 22-room rabbit warren and maze that even my husband once got lost in when he was doing some work for you.

What to do next? Well, a ransom note might be nice. It would explain why JonBenet was suddenly missing. But you forgot one thing. The handwriting and language of the note were all yours. I can hear your "voice" in the note. The word "hence," for example, was in your Christmas cards and letters and a word you liked to use in conversation. The phrase "use that good Southern common sense" is what you kidded John about, since he was anything but Southern, having been born and raised in Michigan; the phrase "fat cat" is what your mother, Nedra, used to call you after you and John became rich. The ransom demand asked that the money be put in an attaché, with a proper accent mark over the last e in attaché. I remember how careful you always were to put the proper accent mark over the e in the second syllable of JonBenet's name. The ransom note even ended with the initials SBTC. Do you remember how fond you were of using initials as abbreviations for all sorts of expressions?

Preparing the crime scene and writing the ransom note must have been time consuming and exhausting. You were up all night before you "found" the ransom note just before six a.m in the morning. You didn't even have time to change your clothes from the day before. You began screaming as soon as John had awakened and he didn't even know what had happened when you called the police. John didn't know what had happened to JonBenet when he found the body hidden in the basement.

When did you tell him?

[Freebird]

Maybe I'm just in a bad mood but that book sounds like sh!t. I doubt I'll spend money on it from what I've seen so far.

Sounds more like she has not much to work with and is trying to be very dramatic to compensate.

I really could have done without all the graphics, or knowing Patsy didn't like to give head. geez

And I'm haing a hard time listening to her say how she knows they are the killers when after the murder she ALSO knew they were'nt capable of this or am I remembering her defending them wrong?

I dunno.......I'll try to read it again later and see if it doesn't it doesn't hit me the wrong way then.

This has left a bad taste in my mouth. (please no comments)

[Spade]

Darnay is lying about Sydney's involvement with this trash. If you check the properties of the original document, you will see that Sydney Barrows is listed as the author.

This "book" is LinWad's ultimate wetdream. If he can prove Sydney's involvement he will wipe out her assets. In addition, Mary Keenen and Judge Carnes will be overjoyed to see that their opinions haven't swayed Darnay, Sydney or LHP.

[Sabrina]

I hope Linda is prepared to go through torturous depositions as she will be sued for sure. I would think her lawyers would have advised her to state "in my opinion", "I think", "I believe"...instead of "I know".

Or maybe at this point it doesn't matter how it's said?

Not only that, but her daughter and husband is going to get ridiculed,accused and harassed by you know who once again. It even started up before this chapter came out, I can just imagine what is going to be said and done now.

[Spade]

You are absolutely right. Too bad that LHP has Darnay for a lawyer.

[Watching You]

Darnay says his wife is not involved, but her name is on the original document? What is going on, here? Seems to me if Sydney wrote this piece of trash, and it is trash for the most part, then it is Sydney who should be sued, not Linda Hoffman Pugh. Also, if it was done without the expressed permission of LHP, then Linda has a case against Sydney, also.

Can Sydney really be this stupid? Is Linda this stupid? Darnay?

I don't know what to think about this. The content is trash, and it is very poorly written. The graphic content is inappropriate, to say the least - something I'd expect more from Sydney, given her past profession. It sounds like the confessions of a hooker. The rest is just a lawsuit waiting to happen, and Limpwood won't wait long to file on this one. This is one time I wouldn't blame the Ramseys if they sue.

IMMSO, this is a joke, and not a funny joke at all. If LHP really did have conversations with Patsy concerning her sex life, and if she really does know things that went on in that house, and if she wrote this chapter or authorized Sydney or another ghost writer to write it, then she has destroyed any credibility she may have had with her gutter language and terrible writing.

I can't believe what I've read here. Any hopes we may have pinned on Linda's knowledge about the case just went down the tubes. I won't buy this garbage.

["J_R"]

The (sexual) shock effect is not something that is going to sell Linda's book regardless of who writes it. No one wants a visual of John Ramsey's lil hanky much less what he might do with it. JMH&CPO

Someone needs to explain to Linda that most readers will accept the fact that she may be uneducated but that does not mean they are willing to plunk their hard earned money down on trash and if the rest of the book is written like the first chapter then it is just that - trash. Where does she plan to sell this smut - adult book stores?

Sorry Linda, even lowly beer can collectors have some standards. (Clean up the smut and I will purchase multiple copies.)

[Freebird]

Glad to see I'm not the only one who was disgusted with this.

Lindas book reads like porn and regardless of who wrote it it's gonna reflect of LHP and like JR said, us beer can collectors won't be spending our money on a book that makes us want to shower.

I'm beginning to think DH actually works for the Ramseys, he's been pretty good for them so far. Loser

[Ginja]

Seems to me that the graphic descriptions of life between John and Patsy is important. Patsy couldn't/wouldn't give John what he wanted. He had to "get it" somewhere, right? To date, the allegation has always been that there's no history of sexual deviation and whatnot.

Now we know the dictionary was dogeared to "incest"; LHP confirms that 'sex' was important to John as well as confirming Patsy didn't want to perform.

John went through great trauma when Beth was killed -- it could have been enough that when coupled with his wife's refusal to perform, he turned to his youngest daughter for pleasure.

This could also be "motive" in disguise. Patsy's was ticked off that night for whatever reason and once she snapped, it could have been a situation where she realized she'd put up with enough with JonBenet's 'antics' and John's accusations. Perhaps she figured she'd (figuratively) kill two birds with one stone...getting rid of JonBenet was her revenge against John for "forcing" Patsy to have oral sex and whatever, as well as turning to JonBenet because Patsy couldn't "perform."

["J_R"]

Originally posted by Ginja Seems to me that the graphic descriptions of life between John and Patsy is important. Patsy couldn't/wouldn't give John what he wanted. He had to "get it" somewhere, right? To date, the allegation has always been that there's no history of sexual deviation and whatnot.

Now we know the dictionary was dogeared to "incest"; LHP confirms that 'sex' was important to John as well as confirming Patsy didn't want to perform....snip

This could also be "motive" in disguise...snip

Sorry Ginja, we have to agree to disagree. Linda could have brought up the relationship issues without going into graphic detail. IMHO, someone told her smut sells but I'm afraid she's in for a rude awakening because very few case savvy people are into (discussing) velvet sex gloves. JMH&CPO. It could be used to show motive though if true.

[Deja Nu]

Geez, what a read over morning coffee! I agree with Ginja--this kind of testimony, and especially if she gave it before the GJ, about J&R's intimate life creates motives galore. Ginja named just one. Heretofore we were misled to believe that the Rs were "just a normal family," and I have been looking for SOMETHING that would create foundation for other theories. Thanks, LHP!

Other than that, methinks this is just the Wolf case resurrected for another go-round with LW, hopefully with a different outcome (no pun intended).

["J_R"]

Originally posted by Spade
This "book" is LinWad's ultimate wetdream.

I thought that was his horses job but regardless, unless Sydney was involved, :doughboy: won't get much from a lawsuit on this piece of trash. JMH&CPO.