The Man Who Dreamt His Own Death - John Yelenic

June 16, 2025

In this episode, Payton and Garrett unravel a chilling murder case, one where the victim seemed to sense his fate long before it struck. As tension builds and secrets surface, they explore how John Yelenic’s life spiraled into a deadly end he may have seen coming.

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You're listening to an Oh No Media podcast.

Hey everybody, welcome back to the podcast. This is Murder with My Husband.

I'm Payton Moreland.

And I'm Garrett Moreland.

And he's the husband.

I'm the husband.

You know, we've sat in these same chairs for five years.

I guess, yeah—five, 'cause I think we got them the first year.

Yeah, I think you're right.

This table right here—Garrett got this. Where did we get this? Off Facebook Marketplace?

Guys, the table that is in front of us—if you're not watching on video, if you're just listening—but it’s our set. We've recorded here for five years.

Yeah, same set.

The table in front of us, Payton and I got when we first got married. We didn’t have any money.

This was like 40 bucks.

Yeah, off Facebook Marketplace.

Off Facebook Marketplace—some guy built it. We went to… it was pretty far.

Yeah, it was kind of sketchy.

It was, but we went up, went into their backyard, grabbed the table, went home, and this thing is still hanging on.

Just, there’s, you know, some pieces that are coming apart, but you can't tell.

Well, when we used to attach our mics onto the side of the table, those side pieces—like, I don't know if you can see—they’re almost broken off from the weight of those mics. So we had to change the way we do that.

At this point, we can't get rid of it. It's nostalgia.

It almost feels like it's carrying all of our energy from the beginning of this podcast.

It's almost like a relic.

Yeah, it's actually kind of crazy.

So, we've had this table for a long time.

Chairs, we got.

New mics—yeah, we've got new mics and equipment and stuff like that.

The table and chairs? Hanging on by a thread.

I don't have much for my 10 seconds today, but I... I don't know.

Look, I have some good podcast ideas.

What? Tell them.

I don't know. I kind of want to start a conspiracy theory podcast. But I don't know if I want to start any more podcasts.

You know I do that over on Into the Dark.

Are you trying to compete with me?

No! Remember I told you it was going to be different.

Yeah, he did tell me. It was like a different format.

Different format and stuff, and it could be cool.

Only conspiracy theories? Not true crime?

No, only conspiracy theory—just because I'm pretty open-minded.

Like, I will kind of listen to people. I will kind of listen to different people's opinions and be like, "Oh, okay, I can see that" or "I understand that."

So, do you think you could be convinced of almost anything?

Well, it depends.

I mean—sorry, I thought about that for a second. I mean, like, you'd have to give me both sides and then let me form an opinion. Does that make sense?

Yeah, I think...

But I think there are certain things that I have strong opinions on that—no, I wouldn’t budge from. But I feel like the majority of things, like conspiracy theories for example, I’d sit there and listen and truly try to take in what the person’s saying.

Also, I love—I like conspiracy theory.

Do you think you would play devil’s advocate to an extent?

I think I could be convinced of everything, so I don’t think I’d be a good host for a conspiracy theory podcast.

Like, I feel like there are certain things I’d be like, that sounds a little dumb.

I don’t know about that—

A little crazy?

Oh, okay, yeah. See, I’d be like, “Uh, I don’t know about that. That’s a little wild.”

Anyways, that would be interesting, though.

Yeah, it would be interesting. Maybe we’ll talk about it another time.

Get into it.

Boop!

On that note, let’s hop into today’s case and hope you guys love it.

Funny—I couldn’t speak English at the end.

Our sources for this episode are: Oxygen.com, MSN.com, WikNews.org, NBCNews.com, CyborgCygen.com, IndianaGazette.com, SoapCentral.com, FindAGrave, NBC.com, and HappyScribe.com.

So, we've definitely covered cases on this show that have involved dreams and premonitions—typically, someone who says a vision came to them in the middle of the night. An image of a friend, or even a stranger, lying motionless somewhere, surrounded by a pool of their own blood.

And sometimes, these people do wake up and decide they're going to report it to the police. And oftentimes, that dream or premonition makes them a person of interest in the case. Because when you randomly show up to the police and say, "I had a dream of a murder, and the murder is real," well… a vision like that isn't something that comes across a detective's desk every day. It definitely looks suspicious.

But what happens when the person having that vision—that premonition about a murder—is the victim themselves?

And do you follow that information as a clue when the person who predicted their own death actually turns up gruesomely murdered in their own home?

Okay.

Today we are dialing back the clock 19 years—which should be like 1987—but it's actually 2006.

Okay, okay, okay—right, yep, you're correct.

As we head to a small town called Blairsville, Pennsylvania, to meet a single dad named John Yelenic.

Thirty-nine-year-old single dad John has spent most of his life in Blairsville, Pennsylvania—and that's where he was born, on February 20, 1967.

Though when he was born, John didn’t get to spend much time with his father, because tragically, his dad died in a car accident when he was just a few months old. Luckily, though, John had a strong mother who was dedicated to giving him the best life possible.

And it seems like John worked hard growing up to make his mother proud. He was always making honor roll in school, and he seemed to know exactly what he wanted to do with his life. After he graduated, he set his sights on college, where he made the dean's list—and then he went on to dental school.

After getting his degree, he partnered up with his own childhood dentist—the same person who had inspired and mentored him. And together, they started a new practice in Blairsville.

But John wasn't just any dentist. He worked with kids. He made them feel comfortable, happy—maybe even excited to get their teeth cleaned, which I imagine isn't an easy job.

But John wasn't all work. He had a fun-loving side too. A lot of people who knew John would describe him as a bit old-fashioned. He had a taste for old movies and music. He wasn’t really one to get in on new technology trends. He never owned a cell phone.

But a lot of his friends agreed—he was always the life of the party. If you walked into a room, you could always find John surrounded by a group of people, telling them some story that was making all of them smile.

This is seemingly what attracted a beautiful young woman named Michelle Cameler to John, back when they were in their twenties.

Now, everyone said Michelle was a total catch for John—and apparently, he knew it too.

The bookworm had finally landed the homecoming queen.

That was the way John described it to his friends when they met.

Michelle was a divorced mother of two who worked at bars as a Budweiser girl, and while things were definitely moving fast between the couple, Michelle really seemed to be dedicated to their relationship.

When John’s mother got sick with pancreatic cancer, Michelle stepped in to help out in every way she could, while John was busy trying to get his new practice off the ground.

So, it was clear things were serious between them, because just two months into their relationship, John gave Michelle a two-carat engagement ring. That New Year’s Eve, 1997, the couple flew to Vegas and tied the knot—officially making Michelle Mrs. Yelenic.

And John wore the role of stepfather really nicely, too. He helped shuttle the kids to school, sporting events, social activities.

But there was still something missing for John. He had always wanted a child of his own, and so he and Michelle seemingly tried for a while. When it became clear that things weren’t going the way they planned, they decided to look into adoption.

They found an agency in Russia, who paired them with a little boy they would go on to name JJ.

With JJ now back in America, living with them—they got a boy, they adopted a child—John finally felt like his life was complete.

Especially as his practice started to blossom, the family bought a nice house for their three kids. It had a pool, a hot tub, a bar.

But over time, cracks started to form in the couple’s marriage.

It began with little things—like John would be affectionate with Michelle, though she didn’t seem to return it. And then, about four years in, rumors began that both of them were cheating on each other.

So, by 2002, John and Michelle had decided they were just no longer meant to be together.

Michelle took the kids and moved out of John’s house, officially separating.

But as the next few years passed, John started to feel a bit paranoid.

Okay—so his wife moves out with his kids.

Okay—so they separate, wife moves out with the kids.

Sometime around early 2006—so this is about four years after they separated—John contacted his lawyer with a strange request.

He gave them $10,000 and told them to set it aside for something specific.

He basically said to his lawyer: “I have a feeling that I’m going to be murdered. And if I am, I need you to use this cash to investigate my death.”

What the freak?

Okay—so John didn’t tell the attorney who he was suspicious of, or even why.

But he seemed very convinced that he knew something bad was about to happen to him, and that the police would likely never find his killer.

He even mentioned something about how he thought his death would be covered up as well—and he believed there would be no evidence left behind.

This whole thing is strange for several reasons, obviously—but one of the biggest being, if you had a sense of who was going to kill you, wouldn't you just tell them? Like, tell the lawyer the name, someone to look out for? Why would you put money aside to investigate your own death? That’s got me a little confused.

Well, he doesn't say any names. So maybe he's coming to his lawyer with this premonition, having no idea who's going to kill him—only a feeling. And unfortunately, that vision, gut instinct, whatever you want to call it, turns out to be right.

Because on April 13th, 2006, that same year, John's next-door neighbor, a 9-year-old boy named Zachary, comes over to John's house to see if his son JJ is home and wants to come outside and play. But as he's walking up their driveway to the front porch, Zach notices broken glass on the front steps. Then he sees that one of the glass panels on the side of the door is broken—and there's some blood on it.

Now, when he peeks inside the house, he only sees the red carpeting at first, so he doesn't notice the pools of blood in the house. But he does see a motionless 39-year-old John lying on the floor with his throat slit.

Oh my gosh.

From ear to ear.

So this 9-year-old little boy, Zach, runs back home as fast as he can—holy crap, dude—grabs his older brother, and the two of them call 911. And within a matter of minutes, John's home is swarming with first responders and police. But there's no hope for John. He is pronounced dead at the crime scene.

Now, when the message initially came through dispatch, they misunderstood and put the call out as someone having died from a heart attack at John's address. So when police arrive, they are shocked to find that this is no heart attack. Someone has been violently slit from ear to ear.

This is obviously not an accidental heart attack. This is a murder with intention. And whoever did it left bloody boot prints leading out of the back door of the house.

In fact, cops notice there is blood everywhere in the house—on the carpet, the walls, by the front door. And when detectives go down into the basement, they also see a pool of blood there too. So at first, they think this is probably where the crime began. But when they look up, they realize there's just so much blood spilling from John's body upstairs that it had actually started dripping down through the floor into the basement.

Holy crap. That makes me—I feel nauseous.

And that's how bad and bloody this attack was. When the forensic pathologist gets there, they literally describe it as "one of the most violent deaths they had ever seen."

So as the forensic team collects samples for DNA analysis, detectives are speaking to other people in the neighborhood who say they had actually heard some pretty interesting things coming from John's home the night before.

A little before 1:30 in the morning, one neighbor tells police they heard what sounded like a loud argument. They said they heard John screaming something along the lines of "I'll never loan you money again."

But after that, some other neighbors said they heard something even weirder—what sounded like pig noises and squeals coming from the home, also around 1:30 a.m.

And as police learn more about John, they realize that first statement—about John yelling at someone in his home about loaning money—well, that sort of tracks. Because apparently, John was a pretty generous person who had helped several people out with loans over the years. And one of them was actually one of his neighbors, a woman named Melissa.

So, Melissa and John had been friends for a long time. Apparently, they actually went to high school together. And recently, John had loaned Melissa about $15,000 to start up a bakery that she wanted to open. Which wouldn’t be all that weird—except Melissa was apparently married. And there were rumors that she and John might have been having an affair, or something more than just old high school friends.

Something that wouldn’t have been too hard, considering Melissa’s husband was in the Navy, so he was gone for long stretches of time.

Oh, and by the way—Melissa and her husband Tom are Zach’s parents. The 9-year-old little boy who came over and found John dead in his house that day.

You know, this is kind of random—I mean, not super random—I just find it interesting. Like how having an affair, if you're in the military, is... is “illegal” the right word?

Mhm. It’s illegal in their law.

Yeah, but like obviously, if you’re not, then it’s not illegal. At least in the—

Yeah, I mean, I know there’s other countries with different rules. I’m talking about the U.S.

Well, and I guess like—it’s illegal, not in the way of like, “Oh, you would go to jail.”

No, you just get kicked out.

Yeah, you just get kicked out. So it’s basically just like honor code, basically.

Yeah, like job honor code.

Yeah, that’s true. But it is vastly different, right? From any other job where it’s like—

Oh yeah, yeah. Very different. If you work at a bank and you’re cheating on your spouse, you’re not going to get fired.

Yeah, that’s like—that’s your issue.

Yeah. I was also going to say, it could be because like a lot of people get married when they’re in the military for different benefits. So it could also be surrounded around that.

Definitely. I’m sure there’s people listening who are in the armed forces that will have more information, but just a food for thought.

So, when police start learning all of this—more about John, more about the neighbors—they wonder: is it possible that Tom, Melissa’s husband, came home, realized his wife was having an affair with John—because John had lent her money—and then did something to John?

But the more they look into these neighbors, the more they realize it’s not really adding up for them.

For starters, the bloody shoe print that they found leaving the house—which means after the blood was already coming out, someone stepped in it and left—so probably not the victim. They realize it’s not the same size as Tom. And when they give Tom a polygraph, he passes. He even says he liked John, that he was actually really upset by the loss.

So the police pivot to someone else John had loaned money to—his cousin. This is a man named Tracy Jacobs. Now, apparently, Tracy went to John when he needed help starting his lawn mowing business, and John, the good guy that he was, gave him about $20,000.

But when police speak with Tracy, he's like, "No, my cousin John didn’t loan me that money—it was a gift." Like, John wasn’t asking me to pay that money back.

And then Tracy passes a polygraph too. So this lead—of a neighbor hearing John yell "I’ll never loan you money again"—is kind of just taking detectives on this wild goose chase that isn’t going anywhere at the moment.

Which means now it’s time to look at the one person John did seem to maybe have bad blood with: his soon-to-be ex-wife, Michelle.

So the more they look into John’s past, the more detectives learn that the timing of John’s death isn’t completely random. See, at the scene of the crime, they find something very telling. On John’s coffee table, covered in his own blood, are his divorce papers. Papers that he was set to sign and file the very next day.

What the freak.

So, they’d been officially separated for years but had never actually gone through with finalizing the divorce.

So wasn’t she the one who wanted the divorce, or am I wrong?

Uh, they both mutually agreed, 'cause the rumors were they had both stepped out on their marriage.

Okay.

Because of their separation, Michelle was actually currently receiving about $2,500 a month in spousal support. But this was something she was going to lose the second the divorce papers got filed.

By this point though, Michelle had already moved on—at least romantically. She was now living with her kids and her new boyfriend, a Pennsylvania state trooper named Kevin Foley, and it was in a new house. They had actually been dating for two years by this point. Remember, the couple had been separated since 2002. It’s now 2006. And the day before John is finally going to make the divorce official, he’s brutally murdered in his own home.

This is not a good look for Michelle.

Just interesting, because... no way $2,500 a month is enough to murder somebody.

Well, you have that, but then you also have what detectives learn about the history of those four years between the separation and this day. Things had gotten pretty heated between the two of them. Michelle seemingly did some pretty awful things to try and get her way during this time.

For example, about a year and a half after they separated, Michelle accused John of physically abusing their adopted son, JJ—something every single one of John’s friends denies being a possibility. They say they never even saw John raise his voice, let alone a hand, at JJ.

Still, Michelle got a court order to keep John away from her and JJ. And then she reported him for violating that order, and John was arrested at his own dental practice one afternoon because of this.

From there, the unfounded allegations against John continue to the point where Michelle claimed John was now sexually abusing JJ. However, a judge found zero evidence of these accusations, and it never resulted in any charges. Instead, Michelle was accused of coaching six-year-old JJ to make these accusations against his father.

Gosh, that is horrible. Horrible parenting—to do that to another parent.

Obviously, we have no idea what was going on behind closed doors, so all we can trust is what’s been reported. But it also sounds very similar to the case we did where this happens often.

Yeah, remember? She was just claiming a bunch of false things, and it ended up proving to be false. And she—wait, I forget...

Oh, he died.

Well, and honestly, yeah, he got killed. I don't have statistics here, but messy divorces are messy because of things like this.

Yeah, it's just toxic. The person wants to hurt the other person, wants to get as much as they can. And they, unfortunately—honestly, it should be illegal. Like, I think they should create more laws around it. It should be illegal to use the kid in some way to hurt the other person.

Well, according to everyone in this couple’s life, during these four years of separation, Michelle seemed to be playing a pretty complicated game. Because she wanted John out of her life. She wanted to move on. She wanted to be divorced. But she also wanted his money.

He made pretty good money being a dentist.

By January 2006, it seemed like she was getting closer to making that a reality, because they came to an agreement that said Michelle would get 60% of their assets and that they would share custody of JJ.

Police are like, "Okay, that’s a pretty good deal for a divorce... but maybe she wasn’t satisfied."

If John was dead and they were still married, not only would she get all of the assets—she also stood to gain a million-dollar life insurance payout.

Maybe John sensed this. Maybe that’s why he went to his lawyer and gave him the 10 grand to investigate his death if he died suddenly.

Here’s the thing: there’s no evidence at the scene of the crime that points to Michelle. So sure, you can come up with a motive for an ex-wife, but those bootprints were far too large to be hers—or her boyfriend’s. And when questioned, Michelle adamantly denies having anything to do with John’s death.

So now we’re going to move over to the autopsy for a second, because I found it interesting that the person working the case—Dr. Cyril Wecht—happens to be a pretty high-profile pathologist. He’s consulted on cases like the JFK assassination and the JonBenét Ramsey case. Apparently, he’s performed more than 20,000 autopsies. And coincidentally, he lives really close to John, so he’s asked to help out with this murder too.

Based on what he finds there, Dr. Wecht comes up with his version of what he thinks happened to John before he died. And it went something like this:

He says John was chased through the house by someone. His head was shoved through the paned glass window by his front door, causing major—nearly fatal—injuries to the side of his neck.

But it doesn’t end there.

He then thinks John's attacker pulled a knife on him—one with a 6-inch blade or longer—and used it to slash John's throat, where he was then left for dead. But Wet says John's attacker had to be someone bigger than him to make all of this happen, and John was six feet tall. So this means it likely was not Michelle herself who pursued him that night. It's got to be her boyfriend. It's got to.

So between that and the bootprints, it's got to be someone else.

But here's where detectives get creative. Worrying that the case might need more physical evidence, one officer named Janelle Leid shows up at the morgue, and she takes fingernail clippings off of John. But she doesn't send them to the state crime lab. Instead, she puts them in the storage refrigerator at the Blairesville Borough Police Station—and doesn't tell anyone.

And while this may seem pretty shady, Officer Leid is actually trying to help, because she sees a conspiracy unfolding, and she wants to make sure that she's protecting the evidence in this case at all costs.

What is going on right now?

Okay, so she is freezing or saving... saving the fingernails?

Evidence. The fingernails.

Yeah, ’cause if he fought his attacker—

Okay, DNA would be under—

Yeah. Yeah.

Okay, so remember I said Michelle had been dating someone for two years? Do you remember what I said he did?

No.

He was a Pennsylvania state trooper named Kevin Foley.

Surprise, surprise.

Oh my gosh. Kevin and John? They didn't really get along too well, and Kevin's name was definitely being whispered around the local police station when John turned up murdered.

Wow.

But Leid, who was running her first murder investigation ever, was told by superiors not to interview him. Not to even really look in his direction.

Like, we know he is dating the ex-wife, but he's one of us. You can't take that. Don't go there.

It annoys me.

But she's like, "This is making me even more suspicious."

The stakes are really high for her, though. She doesn't want to mess up this case—it's her first murder case. Hence the storing the fingernails for later, but not really telling anyone.

The more, though, she considers Kevin, the more these red flags pop up. Like the fact that right after the murder, Kevin supposedly had this big mark on his forehead. And when someone asked him what happened, he said, "Oh, I just got hurt playing hockey."

But Leid feels like her hands are tied. Even if she were to speak out against Kevin in the department, who's going to listen to her? Especially because it seems like everyone is protecting him.

The state police—which Kevin is one of—comes knocking on the Blairesville police's door to say, "Hey, we're actually going to take over the investigation now."

Wait, what? I don't think it works like that.

Well, the state police apparently do get a search warrant for Kevin's car and the house he shares with Michelle. But they claim they search it and they don't find anything.

Now whether or not they actually did their job or just wanted to make it seem like they did and clear him as a suspect—I have no idea.

But I can tell you this: what the freak is going on?

The case starts to run cold. Meanwhile, the rest of John's friends and family are literally shouting from the rooftops: "Hi, please interrogate Kevin Foley."

Like, tape it and let us know that you've done this. Let us know that you've properly looked into him—like he's clearly an issue here.

I need to know what's going on with the attorneys.

Well, John had mentioned to a friend that he was being threatened by someone in the police force before he went to that attorney and gave him the money.

Okay, now remember—he told the attorney, "I feel like my death also might be covered up."

Now, luckily, that same friend who John had talked to is involved in local politics. So they go to the Pennsylvania Attorney General's office and say, "Hey, uh, so this is what's going on over here. There is a man who's been murdered, and his ex-wife is dating a cop. And, you know, he had told me before all of this that he was having issues with the cop, and now he comes up murdered. I don't think the case is getting proper attention. I'm not saying one of the cops has murdered him—I'm just saying I don't think the case is being properly looked into."

And once the state prosecutors start looking into the case, they realize—uh, there are problems in this case. That they might be dealing with some sort of police corruption over here.

So as they're looking back at the case files, they find all of these interviews from Kevin's co-workers—none from Kevin himself, though. So there's no interviews in the files from Kevin, but all of his co-workers claim, "Yeah, Kevin hated John."

In these interviews, his co-workers would say that Kevin would just casually mention out loud how he wished John—his girlfriend's ex-husband, or soon-to-be ex-husband—would die a horrible death.

What is wrong with people?

And that was sometimes the first thing out of his mouth after the words "Good morning." Like, he made it very obvious and loud that he hated this man.

It's crazy what an ego can do. Like, it's absolutely wild what an ego can do. And we see it every day—with people in general—just how their egos completely... they just can't stay silent. They just can't. They can't handle it.

No. Like, so many men—more than women—um, like so many men, they just cannot handle any form of... I don't even know. Any form of feeling inferior at all.

Well, and he just, like, can't help but walk into a place of work, as someone who has power, and let everyone in the office know—who has no idea who John is, they have no affiliation with John, it's not like he's also a coworker—and say, "I hate this guy."

You care? No, that's what I'm saying. Like, that's not their life. You're delusional. Like, you're delusional. These people don't even care, but you are so bothered by it that you think everyone cares. You think your opinion needs to be heard.

People are wild.

So the prosecutors are like, "Okay, we're looking into Kevin right now." And they start to compile some real evidence against him.

And it starts with some surveillance footage.

They find these security tapes from two convenience stores right near John's house from the night of his death. And in them, they see a truck passing by around 1:00 a.m., headed in the direction of John's house. And remember, this is about 30 minutes before neighbors hear those horrible—what they said were pig noises—coming from John's house.

Here’s the thing about this truck in this footage, though: while the prosecutors feel confident that it is Kevin’s truck, they have it analyzed by an FBI specialist. They’re like, “Hey, it’s kind of hard to make out. There’s some similarities to his truck, but there are also differences too.” So it’s not the smoking gun they’re after.

They keep digging and start looking at the bloody boot prints that were left behind. Now, they do seem to be Kevin’s size, but that alone is not going to make them able to press charges. What they needed to match was the tread of the boots as well. They needed to prove that Kevin owned boots that matched the ones from the bloodprints.

They find that it’s a brand of shoe called AS6, but they learn it’s a limited edition shoe that was never sold in stores in Western Pennsylvania. However, the brand actually had this law enforcement purchase program thing at the time that allowed police and firefighters to order—man, it’s all coming down directly from them for a discount.

Now, this is in 2006, before shopping online was what it is now. So it’s a lot crazier that someone was ordering directly from a store and not in person. When they look into those records, they find sure enough Kevin Foley bought a pair of these same special edition shoes before John’s death.

Okay, I just have to say, what an absolute—what, what an idiot. Because he’s a cop and just did—did he forget that they would be able to do this? Also, you just walked out with them. You didn’t even try to clean up your boot prints. Like, you’re a cop; you know what they’re going to be looking for.

I just think this goes to show that he really didn’t think—he didn’t care. He just hated him. He was like, “I’m safe. I’m safe. I’m a cop. I will never be charged for this. I don’t even need to try.” I don’t think he just hated him so much; I don’t think he cared what was happening in that moment.

So, this is obviously the same tread and size as the bloody prints found in John’s home, but there was still one more piece of evidence they wanted to examine: the secret fingernail clippings that Leid had kept after the autopsy. Those still hadn’t been sent out for DNA testing, but that was about to change.

The clippings were sent to an FBI crime lab, and when they came back with the results, they said there’s only a 1 in 13,000 chance that the DNA found under John’s fingernails does not belong to Kevin Foley. Those are pretty good odds.

That was also a weird way to say it though, instead of saying there’s a really good chance it’s the DNA, you know what I’m saying? No offense to how you said that or how that was written, but it was just like, there’s a one in 13 chance it—no, 13,000—13,000 chance it’s not you. I don’t know. Anyways, keep going.

Well, how else would I have said that? Um, there’s a one in—there’s like a 50% chance that it is his DNA.

Well, when you’re ruling out—like, when you’re ruling out that it’s just usually we do it backwards, you know what I’m saying?

Okay, but I know what you’re saying. It was just, you know, it confused me a little bit.

Don’t blame me. Blame the sources that give me the information.

I don’t blame you. I don’t blame you. I can’t change their statistic. I don’t know.

That—I don’t blame you. These are pretty good odds either way, in my opinion, that this DNA belongs to Kevin Foley. And then, you add in everything else—the DA is confident they have enough to file murder charges.

On September 27th, 2006, the state trooper is finally arrested for John’s murder.

Kevin’s trial begins in March of 2009, and here is the story the prosecution paints. On the evening of April 13th, 2006, Kevin might have shown up at John’s house to bully him about some of the terms of his divorce agreement, including the spousal support Michelle was about to lose when the divorce went through. Maybe the discussion got heated, a fight broke out, and it ended in murder after Kevin pursued John through his home.

Now, when it comes to evidence, one in 13,000 chances that it’s not his DNA isn’t great when 13 million people are in Pennsylvania. But it had been two years since they got those results back by the time of trial. In the meantime, DNA testing had made some pretty big leaps and bounds.

During the trial, they call up another expert who ran that DNA again in a newer test, and their technology says there’s actually a one in 189 billion chance—okay—that it’s someone else’s DNA.

Okay, that feels like a smoking gun now.

Of course, the defense tries to refute these findings, especially because this is really the first time results from this new technology have been used in court before. But they also point to a few different loose ends that they believe show Kevin is innocent, like the fact that someone heard John yell, “I’m never gonna loan you money again,” even though John had never actually loaned him any.

But, I mean, let’s be honest, witnesses are always all over the place. They even tried to point the finger at an already incarcerated—

Overall, the defense’s case at trial is pretty weak, especially when they called up one of Kevin’s friends and fellow troopers who said Kevin had asked him at one point to actually help him kill John. Oh my gosh.

And then, shockingly, Kevin Foley himself takes the stand at his own trial. He kept insisting he was innocent and that he had a sick sense of humor, and sometimes he did make off-colored jokes, but he claimed he never said any of these things with the intention of actually carrying them out.

So he’s like, “Yeah, yeah, I did say that I wish you would die a horrible death. I did say I hate him, and I actually did ask someone to help me kill him, but I was joking.”

You know who wasn’t at this trial though? The wife, Michelle. She never stepped foot into the courtroom, and probably for the best.

After about two weeks of testimony—uh, can I say something that’s a little sus to me? I know we’re not—this is probably not going to be about her at all, but that’s a little suspicious.

According to the law, Michelle never asked her boyfriend to go kill her soon-to-be ex. According to the freaking law, I think the reason they go for this is because they’re not saying it’s necessarily premeditated. According to the law, she’s innocent. According to G. Maryland, she’s not. People are going to stinking steal your identity. Identity.

Yeah.

So after about two weeks of testimony, the jury deliberates, and after over six hours, they return with a verdict. Kevin Foley was found guilty of first-degree murder, and he was sentenced to life behind bars.

Now, as for Michelle, she never faced any charges in John’s death. After the trial ended, she took the three kids and moved to Georgia.

Did she get all the money? She probably did. She probably got all the money too.

Yeah, I didn’t see anything in sources about that. Apparently, no one’s asked that question, but I’m going to assume yes. I mean, if she has nothing to do with the murder, his family can’t come in and say— you know what I mean? That just irks me the wrong way.

Just my opinion, that something’s a little off there.

There are still people who think she played a role in this. She should be held accountable. That Michelle allegedly may have even manipulated Kevin into doing it, but Michelle denies this. She says she never fueled any hostility Kevin had toward John.

The prosecution never found evidence in their investigation to charge her with anything either.

Though John did have one request before he died: one he set aside with that money in case his premonition came true. He wanted his attorneys to pass along a message to JJ. So he said, “I’ll take the $10,000 to investigate my murder and also make sure JJ knows how much I love him.”

That’s so heartbreaking.

And that is the case of John Yelenic.

That’s so heartbreaking.

John didn’t do anything, man. I mean, people get divorced every day, and ain’t nobody killing anyone.

That’s so sad, honestly. I don’t know. That’s sad.

It’s horrible.

Alright, you guys, that is our case for today, and we will see you next time with another one.

I love it.

And I hate it.

Goodbye.

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