Sword and Scale - Episode 151

Episode Date: November 24, 2019

This is the riveting first part of a two-part story that will leave you wondering “how well do I know my significant other.”Sheila Davalloo is educated and from an affluent family. She lives among the well-to-do and works for the powers that be but her life is anything but as mundane as that. Sheila Davalloo had a secret obsession that involved mind games, spying, and eventually… murder.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Sort and scale contains adult themes and violence and is not intended for all audiences Listener discretion is advised You know what I mean, you know what I mean, don't you? Well, well, well. Hiya. This is season 6, episode 151 of Sword and Scale, a show that has always revealed that the worst monsters are real. Well, here we go. By now you must have heard about this new podcast we're launching because today is launch day.

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Okay, that's it. You're in for a treat right now. This next story is about a woman named Sheila Dabbaloo and it is going to take you on an absolute roller coaster. We begin this episode with a poem called Heart. Heart. You bully, you punk. I'm wrecked, I'm shocked stiff. You still try to rule the world. Though I've got you,

identified starving, locked in a cage, you will not leave alive. No matter how you hate it, pound its walls and thrill its corridors with messages. Brute, spy. I trusted you. I trusted you. Now you real and brawl in your cell, but I'm deaf to your rages. You're greed to go sold. Your eloquent threats of worse things you could do, knowing me. You scared me, bragging, you're a double agent. Since jailers are prisoners, prisoners too, think, reform, make us one, join the rest of us, and joy may come one day for both of us.

Heart is a poem penned by Sheila Davilo, the subject of this week's episode, and very poignant, considering what you're about to hear. Sheila Davilou and her husband Paul Christos were having marital problems. They weren't spending much time together lately. So in the spring of 2003, Shela came up with a plan to help narrow the divide, growing between them. She heard about a game they could play, a sort of trust exercise with a sexy twist. She explained it to Paul over dinner. So she says to Paul one night while they're eating dinner, she says, look, we've been drifting

apart emotional. Let's try to reconnect. I've heard about this game where I blindfold you, you blindfold me. I tie you to a chair, I put a blindfold on you, and then I rub objects from the house on your skin and you try to guess what they are. And Paul's eating his dinner thinking, huh, I haven't had sex with this woman and I don't know how long. So maybe this will lead from there to the bedroom. People call it a sex game and it wasn't a sex game. It was just some weird thing that he decided I'll participate in because you know, I'd like to hook up with my wife. I'd like to connect with her so they begin this game. This is the voice of prolific true crime author, M. William Phelps.

He's a New York Times best seller executive producer and host of investigation discoveries dark minds. Consultant and associate producer for killer women with Pierce Morgan, and the author of dozens of true crime books, including one on Sheila Davilou, titled Obsession. We consulted him to fill in the gaps in the two-part story we're about to hear.

He was deeply immersed in the case, and through his research, he came to know and understand the personalities of everyone involved. Now back to the story. Paul Christos once wanted to be an FBI agent, and as such, built a small collection of FBI gear, including handcuffs. In the smaller of the two bedrooms, Sheila was cuffed and blindfolded first, and Paul grabbed a random object from around the house to rub against her. While the act was likely titillating, Sheila found herself becoming frustrated that she wasn't guessing many of the items correctly.

To understand her frustration, you have to understand Sheila first. Sheila Davalu was a married woman living in Pleasantville, New York, commuting to work at Purdue, Pharma, and Stanford, Connecticut. She was 33 years old, of Iranian descent, having immigrated to the states in the mid-1970s when she was still a young child. Like all of the other 30-somethings working at Purdue Pharma, she was considered very successful. She had a degree in biochemistry and worked as a research scientist for the company. Her income was not measly by any stretch of the imagination. She made great money.

In college, she met her husband Paul and started to date. Soon she was in love and got engaged. But what Paul didn't know was that Sheila was already married. She'll grew up in a very strict family, she says. It's one of the reasons she gives for her first marriage, because the guy she first married is Iranian and he's much older, and she claims it was an arranged marriage. And that's where their family wanted.

I mean, her parents are very intellectual, very smart, well-educated, you know, but they live by their culture. That's who they are. And Sheila had a good life by all accounts. She had a kind, strict family who wanted her to achieve great things in life because they knew, look, they knew she was smart, you know, and they wanted her to do great things Because Sheila claimed that this was an arranged marriage

She promised that she would divorce this man So she and Paul could get married and she did Initially though she kept her dark secret from Paul for an inexcusable amount of time Sheila is living in Westchester County, New York at the time. So she's not even living in Connecticut. Her husband, Paul Christosis, study in for his doctorate, so he's very busy. Sheila was very busy, too. Very focused on her career, climbing the ladder within Purdue. It may seem like the commute from New York to Purdue,

Farma and Stanford, Connecticut would be a long one. But that's not the case. Well, what's just accounting, New York is very close to Stanford Connecticut. So if you look at it as a triangle, you have New York City as the bottom of the triangle, if you will. And then the right arm of the triangle is say Stanford and then the left arm of that would be Westchester County, New York and it's all within an hour, barring traffic but everything is within an hour and when you're making six figures, you know, driving an hour is nothing so Westchester County her condominium there with all crystals was not far drive it all for her. All Christos was not a far drive at all for her. So Sheila was focused on her career and Paul was working on his doctorate and spent a lot of time studying.

The two, though very much in love at first, started to slowly grow apart. Their schedules just weren't matching up and it seemed like they never saw each other. Paul Christos is kind of deeply involved in getting his doctorate and he is immersed in his research and what he needs to do. But also at home, he's having issues with his wife, Sheila Davilo. They're just not connected, they're not communicating, there's an emotional disconnect between the two of them, they kind of, you know, used a cliche to ship passing in the night sort of thing. And on weekends, Sheila likes to kick Paul out of the house

and send him to a nearby hotel so he could study because according to Sheila, she has a mentally challenged brother, if you will, who doesn't know that Sheila is married and would be very jealous, according to Sheila. So in order to bring the brother over to her house, she has to get rid of Paul. And in doing that, she has Paul help her scrub the house of their life together, meaning pictures, anything I haven't done with the mail because as she tells Paul, you know, if my brother finds out that I have a husband, he's going to be very upset. And, you know, my

brother's mental health is kind of number one. Does this seem a little bit suspicious to you? Even though Paul and Sheila had been married for some time, Sheila had not yet told her family, specifically her mentally ill brother. She kept stringing Paul along, assuring him that when the time was right, she would tell her brother about their marriage. In the meantime, because he wasn't yet ready to hear the news, Sheila's brother needed to be kept in the dark. This meant that every weekend, Paul left to stay in a hotel. He had to take every sock, every personal toiletry, any single thing that could make someone think there was another person living in the apartment with Sheila.

Paul welcomed the opportunity to focus on a schoolwork. He and Sheila had been having some sort of intimate disconnect, and he was always busy with the studies. So weekend after weekend he pounded out his dissertation, probably thankful for the time to focus. After removing the handcuffs from Sheila, Paul was blindfolded and laid flat on his back with a pillow under his head. Sheila straddled him and carefully handcuffed him to the rung of the chair.

His hands were stretched above his head, unusable. And she starts rubbing things on his face, on his skin, etc. on his arms. And he guesses a couple of things. Here Paul is, strapped to a chair and his beautiful wife straddling him while essentially touching him in a sexy guessing game. What could go wrong? This game seemed to be a last-ditch effort to mend their marriage, perhaps reignite their passion for one another.

After all, they had begun sleeping in separate rooms, fighting over every little thing, and seemed to be annoyed by each other's existence. That may sound familiar to some of you. A lot of us have been there. All they could really talk about anymore was Sheila's co-workers, who were conducting a tel novella-esque love

triangle at work. Meanwhile, when they do eat together and they do do things together, Sheila is telling Paul about this narrative at work. And it's a love triangle that she describes. She describes a guy who is dating her kind of engaged to a woman at work. These co-workers' names, according to Sheila, were Anna and Jack. Anna was engaged to Jack, but Jack was messing around on her with one of Sheila's friends, Melissa.

I know it's difficult to keep these names straight with so much cheating going around, so let me repeat that. One of Sheila's co-workers, according to Sheila, was named Anna. It was engaged to Jack, but Jack was cheating on Anna with Melissa. Got it? Okay, good. But he's also sleeping with this other woman network, and Sheila wants to know what would be the advice Paul would give her to tell her friends at work that this is happening to?

Over time, Sheila began to bring up this love triangle between friends at work quite often to Paul. She became obsessed with it, constantly asking him for advice on the latest drama between Melissa, Jack, and Anna. Sheila even went as far as to help Melissa stock Anna with the use of Paul's night vision goggles from his FBI collection and ordering listening devices so she could spy on them at work.

She even ordered a lockpick set and practiced on the back patio door telling Paul she wanted to break into Anna's apartment. Sometimes sex starved ladies can get a little obsessive. Anyway, Paul told her it was a really bad idea, of course, and she would likely get into a lot of trouble. He was a bit annoyed by her obsession at times, but because it seemed to be the only topic that sparked conversation between him and his wife, he continued to engage in gossip

with Sheila. During this same time, Sheila was seeing a therapist as well. As many of us know, therapy does nothing for a person unless the patient tells the therapist the whole truth. Sheila was telling this therapist week after week about Melissa, Jack, and Anna, probably driving the therapist insane with her obsession. Needless to say, Paul was excited that Sheila was paying him any attention at all. He probably would have played duck duck goose if she had recommended it.

He said, and then all of a sudden, Sheila says, I'll be right back, you know, I'm going to get it a new item. And she comes back and Paul feels that she's near him. And then he feels this tremendous thud in his chest. And he has no idea what happened. After a few seconds, Paul felt another thud, like a heavy object was dropped onto his chest. He starts to feel weird. And then he starts to feel blood coming from his chest. And the way he described it was, you know, I had no idea what happened.

I was blindfolded. It just felt like a heavy weight. So T.S. Sheila and Sheila says, jeez, I was rubbing a candle on you. And I kind of slipped or whatever. And the candle went into you. And there must have been a wire at the bottom of the candle that the wick is to, that cut you. And so, he says, get the blindfold off.

Unhook me from this chair. And he's starting to feel dizzy now. And he looks down and there's just blood all over his shirt. He's bleeding kind of heavily. And he's wondering, you know, what the fuck happened to me? I mean, a wire did this. So, he says, Sheila, listen, call 911. Get an ambulance over here. I'm kind of not. Now I'm busy. Paul began to sweat through his clothes. The sweat

mixed with a large amount of blood that had begun to accumulate and seep through his unbuttoned shirt. But Sheila couldn't take the handcuffs off of him because she couldn't find the keys. She meandered around in a situation that for Paul seemed urgent. The seconds dragged on, time seemed to move unbearably slow. Put yourself in this situation for a moment, assuming that this all really was a freak accident. You're at home playing a game with your partner and you accidentally hurt them. Badly. What would you do? Most of us would immediately call 911 and go into autopilot, trying to stop the bleeding by following the instructions dispatch gives us. Remember last time you were in a situation

where someone accidentally cut themselves and started bleeding? Your first thought is to immediately assist to stop the bleeding to get help. One can only imagine where Paul Christo's Finally, Paul suggested that Sheila break the chair so that he could at least be detached from it, though still handcuffed. So she did. Paul continued bleeding profusely, and he was realizing just how much pain he was in. His whole torso was throbbing, the pain branching out from his chest, and their dogs were now in the room circling around Paul and the blood in a state of panic. He begged Sheila to just call 911, so she did.

She said sure, sure, so she did. Paul saw Sheila dial 911 again and heard her speak to the operator. She asked them what was taking so long. Paul asked Sheila to hand him the phone, but she declined, and explained that dispatch suggested that he remained flat on the ground. They didn't want to speak to him. She said the ambulance would be around in another half hour, so she hung up. Those of us who've ever called 911 in a medical emergency, or have listened to a true crime podcast, like this one.

Know that nearly 100% of the time, 911 dispatchers will keep the caller on the phone until police or the medical team arrive. In time is going on now, half hour goes by, no ambulance. So Paul is kind of crawls to the couch and he's bleeding all over himself, all over everything. And he says, listen, Sheila, you're going to have to take me to the hospital

because they're not coming. And she says, OK, so she kind of gets them into the car, into the back seat. She calls us off to the emergency room, which is really close by. It's important to understand that the emergency room they chose to drive to was Westchester County Medical Center. Both Paul and Sheila were very familiar with the buildings. Sheila's mother had been a nurse there for almost two decades.

Her brother was held in the psych unit for a period of time. And on top of that, both she and Paul attended graduate school there. One could assume that they knew the buildings, just as well as the doctors who worked there every day. Paul and Sheila should have arrived at the emergency room in under 10 minutes. But as Sheila drove closer to the medical center, minutes. But if Sheila drove closer to the medical center, you'd never know that she went to school there. She was acting lost and pulled into the wrong parking lot. Even if a person isn't familiar with the local medical facility, hospitals tend to make it pretty clear where the ER drop-off is located. There are often signs, arrows, and clearly marked entrances. And Westchester County Medical Center was no different.

So she pulls into the parking lot. She pulls by the emergency room and pulls in back of the hospital parking lot. She gets out of the car. She walks over to the passenger door, opens the passenger door, and Paul looks at her and he's again, he's nodding, in and out. He's losing consciousness. And he looks at her and he's again he's nodding in and out he's losing consciousness and he looks at her and he's she's she's got a knife in her hand and she's going to stab him and he realizes fuck that wasn't a candle she tried to fucking kill me she stabbed me in the chest and she's trying to now do it again but he kind of blocks her he fights her off and as he's doing that two orderlies are outside the emergency room and they hear a commotion going on. And so Sheila kind of just drags him out of the car or he gets out

of the car and she takes off. They bring Paul into the hospital and he's dying. One of Sheila's stabs had sliced an artery going into Paul's heart. An injury that was absolutely fatal if left unattended for too long. An injury Sheila tried to leave unattended for as long as possible in the hopes that her husband might die. He is literally near death and he goes through surgery, comes out of it.

And really one of the heroes, I like to say, of this whole case shows up at the hospital to interview a detective from Westchester County, Alison Carpentier. And she starts questioning Paul about what happened. He says, my fucking wife tried to kill me. She stabbed me, we were playing this game. She stabbed me, etc. She stabbed me, tries to stab me in the parking lot. So, okay. So, Alison Carpentier goes over now to interview the wife, lines her and starts interviewing her. And the interview is on tape. And it's crazy to watch this interview.

It really is. Right off the bat, Sheila was telling investigators lies about what happened that Sunday. She claimed that Paul arrived home and was already injured, and he asked her to look at it and see if it's bleeding. And I get nauseous and I look at love. I couldn't look at it. But as a person, you want to be looked at it to make sure it's okay.

And I look at it and I said, it's not bleeding. So you looked at a shirt, you called a shirt up, you didn't see anything. I didn't see anything. I said, it's not. I looked at it a little bit down here and it just looked a little... Did you look over the surface? Okay, so you saw his chest. Yeah.

Okay, and you didn't see anything on his chest. No, I saw the wound in his chest. Now many more times. I think it was, it was too. I'm not sure, I think it was too. But he said, is it bleeding? He wants to help bleeding, and I said, no, it's not really bleeding.

So was it blood around his body? It's not blood, it's blood. Was it blood? Well, what do you mean it was blood? It was an actively bleeding at the time? It wasn't like skewing out blood, but there was a lot of blood. I told him that if he was getting blood, he said he wants to know if it's superficial or if it's deeper. And I said it's superficial, it's superficial.

And that's it. And then after that, I drove over to the bathroom. Well, I can't be here. I mean, if I had my husband playing on the other bed, who are you from? No, it's in a small bedroom. He laid down on the floor. He has two bedrooms? Yeah.

He laid on the floor. I mean, if my husband comes in, he's going to be. Or a spanker. Oh, no, I'm going to go to the bathroom. Did you go get a towel? Did you do anything to that? I told him if you want anything, if you want to take anything, he's like a I'm saying even if he hurts me or not. I'm telling you to go to the bathroom. Did you go get a towel? Did you do anything to that?

I told him, do you want anything? Do you want anything? He's trying to take me to the hospital. And I got into the hospital. She let thought she was the only one giving information to the cops, the only one who could offer any side of the story. But the one thing Allison Carton tear does during the Sinterview is very smart. She gives

the impression without saying it that Paul didn't make it. That is dead. And so Sheila believes she can tell any story she wants. And she starts to tell the story and it's all bullshit. Just like everything out of Sheila Dobble's mouth is bullshit. This is more pathological. Paul was conscious and told investigators exactly what happened. Sheila had stabbed him in their home and attempted to finish him off in the hospital parking lot. The interrogating officer knew that the story coming out of Sheila's mouth was a lie and it gave them all a really good idea of just how practiced an actress she was. The flaw among the many in Sheila's plan was that even if Paul had actually died, there were witnesses in the parking lot of the hospital.

Witnesses that could attest to Paul's screams at Sheila to get away from him. I was running around trying to look at the building and find out it was people at the time. I was telling everyone to wait for me. I was just too mad there. At all times did you ask anybody, did you speak while I didn't want to anybody? After I saw them, they said, call the ambulance. If the guy was standing, call the ambulance. They had to go to the ambulance. They had to go to the ambulance.

They had to go to the ambulance. No. I didn't find any words to move around. No, I didn't find any words to move around the corner. So I came running back and I was thinking there, or I was seeing a gun ambulance. So I talked to anybody in the morning to move? No, I just sat outside for a minute. I was close to the emergency. No, I know you were close to the emergency.

People outside the day of the security guard there, I need you to get in the ambulance. I went from out to the hospital. Because of the heat, the radio was running really well. All lies. Paul did not ask Sheila to stay by his side, and Sheila did not speak with the witnesses in request that they call an ambulance or 911. The tale she wove for Allison Carpentier was almost the exact opposite of what actually happened. I don't have anything. I don't have my own one. I don't have to need for help. I take it with no need for the fact that you're a medical person and he's a medical person. I did all of it. Well, you have to make a one you can't get. You have to care get them. Also trained in I did them. I didn't know much. She didn't go speak English. I think she would see. But let on the shirt she would know if he would hold my phone. So he didn't need to be honest with me.

And I know what I don't believe in him. I am being honest. I don't believe in you all. The thing that you're not telling me. Less than half an hour into the police interview video, anyone who views the footage can see that Shigla is visibly stressed. Dressed in sweats, she rubbed her temples and held her forehead in her hands. The interview is not unlike a serious conversation with a mischievous child or a cheating partner.

Sometimes when you know the truth about what happened, it can be interesting to question the culpable person as if you don't yet have any of the information, just to see what kind of lies they'll make up. Throughout this interrogation, Detective Allison Carpentier slowly began to reveal bits and pieces of what she already knew to be true. educate a person being very did not. That's what I want. You're not in that much trouble. You don't know the difference between a Y and a truth. And I believe the difference between a Y and a truth. And you need it. That you're making up a whole story that you know to be untruth.

And I'm going to tell you, let me explain. Why are we bringing to the past? Let me explain. And I ask you to decide sitting here in the hospital, at the guarantee receipts ofitos from their very old. Okay, that's being honest, you know what? I have a family that I need to be honest with. And if you want to sit here and play games, I need home to work. But literally, let me tell you what I'm saying. You're playing games. I need home games to work.

I'm playing games to you. So unless you want to sit here and be honest, we can work through this in a playhouse, some way, that obviously obviously something will go in your house. And the fact that you did bring up the emergency work through a gap, you need to explain that app, but something won't go in your car. Obviously, the game is like something won't go on tonight. Okay? Well, something will go on tonight. You're not giving me any. You can obviously hold it back up, but if you didn't do it, you know. Who did it? You know what happened?

You said that once, but once. Allison began to reveal even more about what she knew. She mentioned to Sheila that investigators had a knife they planned to check for fingerprints. She revealed that she knew about the game she and Paul were playing. She was slowly letting Sheila realize that she had to stop telling lies. One in particular was, you know, we were playing a game and I don't know if he fell and I don't know he could have fell on a knife or, you know, just all kinds of weird explanations for what happened to him.

I have no idea what happened to him. I mean, next thing I know he's bleeding and I just rushed him to the emergency room and dropped him off and why did you leave? Well, they told me that he was gonna be in surgery. I wanted to go home and get clothes and not, you know, all this bullshit, it's all bullshit. How about the one goal?

The one goal? You sure? You came back from the... You came back from the New York City. Right? Yeah, but you decided to play again? No. Well, what's the name of the game? I mean, tell me about the game because there are no better games. No, the game was called...

Tell me about the game because I already know about it. Now, for the wounded, we can't breathe. And he's been jaded in something. He takes a shot to break the matter of my home. Chill, do you think I'm making this so rough that I didn't talk before? No, I'm sure he did. But why would he say,

he calls it on in a hospital bed, going up the surgery. Okay? And he gets me this whole story. He just made it real quick. And I think if anybody's not distracted, look at me. If anybody's not just stressed, and nothing really, I think it would be cool.

So you know what? Obviously, you tell them you're completely, you know what? If everything that he's telling me is telling me together, and if I never insist, you know what he's being honest with me. You know what I mean? She'll, I can't help you.

I can't say that you grew up in a round, think that at a hand, and then you realized what was hurt and you took them to the hospital, and you didn't need to hurt him, because you're not telling me that you were even present there. I can't have you by the end of the position, saying we'll play the game, and we'll go out for a round, and think that's crazy, and all of a sudden,

I realized what was needed, and so I took them to the hospital. I can't say that because you're not telling me that that didn't happen. I'd like to believe you're loving life that you know you give me your husband just go put away and then when you realize you go put around letting him get in hurt oh my gosh let me go home my husband you drive to the hospital you never wish you go in the wrong way and then you look for help. I can explain that out I can understand how that possibly happened but I don't understand how you come up with a whole story

that came up with your question. Well, I would just say I was gonna be honest, because I think your husband loved you very much too, and he's nervous that you voted in this situation. Well, tell me, I wanna hear what happened. I'm breaking, you told me yet. I don't wanna hear you embarrassed. I haven't embarrassed.

I don't wanna talk about this embarrassed. I haven't embarrassed you. I don't want to talk about this. Let me explain to you. If I had someone look into my background, you think I'm looking for you. You probably think I was wacky. If you spend the day in my house. No, but listen to me. Anybody spend the day in my house.

I don't know why we're such like normal people. But if nobody does that, then she'll obviously have that lesson in me. If I had somebody spend a day in my house looking in for me, I'd be like, I think I'm normal, right? You might convince my house and say, what kind of run they ask? You know how people, you know, you could be vain. Right now what I'm saying, you're playing a game that you know is just a good war, but you're a Marist stable what was going on because you think I'm gonna judge you. I'm not getting it, I'm not even going to say that.

I'm not gonna say that at all. I'm getting it. I said it was fine. She'll did you say it? Sheila was putting on the mask of a repressed, innocent woman who was embarrassed by this game, afraid it would come off to the public as sexual deviancy. Sheila, however, was anything but sexually repressed. You know, that interview's very telling,

you know, because Sheila thinks Paul's dead at one point, so she's just blabbering on about all kinds of bullshit. And Allison is just sitting there back saying, you know, this bitch is lying to me, just lying, lying, lying, lying. You know, so it becomes very important that interview later on. The interrogation stretched on and small morsels of truth began to emerge. Sheila now claimed that she accidentally stepped Paul, and he was writhing around on the floor so much that he plunged the knife into his own body accidentally. And that's what caused the third stab wound. and tells me he feels across the beautiful valley and the night going. You know what that point is tonight?

He knows he feels a lot of pressure. He doesn't feel true. He's really quiet. He said that. No, I mean, I don't know what he's up. The second time he didn't even get to play, when the second time night going in, I was in shock. And I think I dropped it, and I was holding it down,

so he didn't burn it anymore. But he was swimming for a while. he was so funny for a month. He was in pain, I guess. He was screaming and he was like, he's just so off-spreadin' and he went into the night through the third time. Oh, they are. You know what? I'm not handsome, you make me a historic woman.

I'm not really on the beat. What you're telling me is it's physically possible to be able to do things, but if you want to hand it off, I, or you off the hand, you know, the guy who was no chair ball, then it's possible to get up and leave. But if he got up, it's hands and come home before he was just with come home. I'm asking him how to do you. You can take my chest, can't come before, it's the go at hands, come home. But the second time he told me he's sitting on top of him, he told me to get up early

and he jumped it up. I don't even know if it's his. I don't know if it's his center or the right. I mean, it is. I think it was running in the center, if it's difficult. I don't know if it's a sensor or a flashlight. I mean, there's a number of running sensors around the body. One might have a... It looks like a plane.

It's not. That's why I remember. Allison Carpentier, continue to reiterate the quote. The wounds are not consistent with your story. None of what Sheila said made any sense. Paul claimed he saw Sheila call 911, but there was no record of her call. She delayed driving him to the hospital and ultimately drove to the wrong location despite her knowledge of the grounds. Above all else, at the time of the third stabbing in the parking lot of the hospital, when Sheila

pulled over and opened the door and came at him wielding the blade again, Paul realized that this was all intentional. He realized that his wife was trying to kill him and his honest and reliable recollection of the events of the night was hard to look past. I can't explain any of it because I'm a cop. I have the mic. He told me security guard tonight. He told me from me. No, he took it out of the hand.

I didn't have to. He told me he didn't realize it. He said that's when he realized that this was no longer a game. I wasn't. If I was up to it. I wasn't able to hear it. If I was able to hear it, I'd see it up for it. I was not able to hear it. You know the children. But I wasn't able to do that.

I mean, I didn't even know that there was wounds with me. I thought they were super fit. By the amount of blood they had to know this way. And that by the way, they were breathing. You had to know what was there. I was very impressed about the wound. I had never seen blood in the wound. I was living yes, I was very close to the room. I never seen blood in the room. I was living in the room.

But I did not react appropriately. I don't have to have stuff I did. I was, yes, I was going to do it again. I mean, but if I wanted to hurt him, I would have hurt him in the apartment. I wouldn't have come outside. I wouldn't have to the hospital. You know, I mean, it's like you saying, well, didn't you know there are security guards there?

If I wanted to hurt him, why would I take him to the hospital? That's why I got to the hospital. You won't not be able to wait. Oh, so. I mean, you know, what it was, it was an area where it was hard to see which building you should go. There's no other building you wanted in an area. You know, I appreciate, I mean, I know you're trying to help and I appreciate that.

But I mean, everything is against me. And I appreciate it. That's why I mean it. I have a Chinese planet. There's something new that you guys, you know why? Well people living in a country are not here. I believe what you're doing is only my experience. you give me what you think I want to hear instead of Just sitting down with me like two people

For me, whoever you be in this room, I know you know you know what but when I give you a little You give me the answer When I tell you there's no way it's funny, but if you're up. Oh, yeah, sure, it is. You know, I say so clearly and When I tell you there's no way, there's no way to give up. Oh, yeah, cheer up, isn't it? You know what I'm saying? So clearly, and remembering being still at the end of the hospital, so much where he did his right mind to say he grabs the knife from your hand, and he is in his right mind to say, I put it somewhere where I could tell you where it was. And he realized that information as soon as he's with a third party, and as soon as he's with somebody from the outside to say, oh, I've tried to stay at me, and I get the knife sitting over there. So he's in a state of mind that's fairly clear enough to be able to account that accurately. That one's not twice for like five times.

He's in ex-agituation, and has to recover that I can exactly what he said and would be. During her trial for this crime, Sheila stuck to another story. In her testimony, she recounts this. Well, we were playing a game, and a lot of objects were being retrieved, and the knife was, this is a knife that's always sitting there

in our kitchen counter by the fruit basket. It's not a knife that you would scrounge around looking for. It's always sitting there. I picked it up. You know, I have no ill feelings towards Paul, you know. We weren't fighting. I just, I do recall picking it up. That's about it.

I blacked out. I had a vision of a black vision of a person. It was like deja vu or a premonition, you know? You see somebody pick up a knife and you are watching that person do it. But I know after the fact that that person was me. You know, I knew, you know, but it was at first, it was like a black vision. It's very vague. It almost appeared and I gave it the latest one. What was the evidence that it appears almost calculated. I mean, this is something to read in the paper.

It appears that he just needs them in a way to make them think I'm one of those people. He made you think that he knows you're cold a way to make them think I was equal. He made you say that he knows you're equal and I want my... he's fighting. I know she's called my mom because she told me. I just told him yeah because you know what? He's not in a good state. I want to get better and I don't need him to be upset. He doesn't. He wouldn't. He wouldn't. And I don't need her to get upset. And I asked him like, no, no, I know. I heard her on the phone. She's definitely called my mom and when I asked her, she called my mom and she told me, I know, I know, I heard her on the phone. She's definitely the one I want. And when I asked her, she told me, and I said,

I have to take the long time to get here. And she agreed. I have no idea what happened to me. I'm listening to the conversation about. I wasn't even listening to that. Yeah, I went to the other room to make calls with Karen. I made a quick up to call, and it made me call my parents. I did.

I mean, I told me he's going to a non-stop. She la made some phone calls, but she had zero intention of contacting anyone that could help Paul. The reason 911 dispatch didn't keep Sheila on the line is that she never called 911. Both times, Sheila Davylu had faked a phone conversation. When investigators checked Sheila's phone to see who she had been in contact with, they found one number multiple times. They start to go through Sheila's phone and they realize she never called 911. You know,

she used her cell phone and there's no 911 that's dialed on her cell phone. But what they do notice is she's getting calls all throughout that same day and really into that evening from one number and they trace that number to Nelson Cessler who lives in Stanford, Connecticut. So Alison Carpentier wants to talk to this guy and she can't get a hold of him. So she says, fuck it. I'll drive to Stanford. It's not far. Go to his apartment. She says, fuck it, I'll drive to Stanford, it's not far. Go to his apartment. And this is where really a cop, a great detective relies on instinct.

Because she drives there, she knocks on Nelson's door, knocks again, no one's home. And the land lady comes out. And the land lady says, what do you want? And she explains, I'm looking for Nelson Sessler to question him about a case up in Westchester County that I think he could be involved in. And the landlady says, we know, not, not West Chester County. You mean the murder that took place in Stanford that they've been asking him about?

And Alison Carpentier, remember, has no idea that this murder took place that Nelson Sessler is connected to and says, what murder? And landlord explains to her, yeah, his girlfriend or his fiance was murdered a while back like six months ago. Aren't you here for that? And Alison Carpentier just high tails it right over to the Stanford PD walks in and says, I think I got some information for you guys. Sheila Davilou wasn't telling Paul and her therapist about the love triangle at work because

she really wanted quality advice that she could relate to her friend Melissa. She was indirectly telling them about her own affair with a coworker. This is the typical psychopath need for stimulation. Psychopaths, they need stimulation, they need lots and lots of stimulation, and that's how their brain works. You know, there's many different characteristics of the psychopath, and one of the top ones is need for stimulation, along with sexual promiscuity. You know, manipulation, of course, lack of remorse etc. But Sheila Davilou is getting off on this and she's getting off on this because She's describing her own life to her husband and she thinks she's pulling one over on him and that's stimulating her

It's amping up the affair she's having it's giving it more meaning and This is just common with psychopaths. All of the weekends that Paul picked up his life and moved everything to a hotel room, Sheila was carrying on her affair, not innocently visiting with her mentally ill brother. When Sheila would go on weekend ski trips and other out of town excursions, she was stepping out on her husband. This worked out perfectly for Sheila. Paul had no idea what was going on, and her lover had no reason to believe Sheila was married, or even in another relationship. Her apartment looked like the living space of your average batch, LaRette.

Paul Christos might seem like, how could he let this happen to him? How could he leave his apartment in his condo and this other guy was coming over? But you have to know Paul. Paul was studying for his doctorate in a very intricate part of science medicine and he was totally immersed in that and he was having problems with his wife and he welcomed the opportunity to leave that condo on the weekends.

Paul Christos is and was such a genuinely good guy because of his good nature he expected everyone around him. Believe that everyone around him was equally as honest and good intention. But as we know, the avid true crime of Fischernautos that we are, many people in this world are wolves and sheep's clothing. There are those on this planet who have home their ability to make themselves seem trustworthy and authentic. They pretend to care, sometimes advertising it to others. As unfortunate as it was for Paul Christos, Sheila Davilou was one of those people. He was someone who planned her life day by day, trying to figure out what she could gain

from those around her, while maintaining an honest and meek facade. She had grown tired of what Paul had to offer in their marriage, and began to seek stimulation elsewhere. But that isn't where the story ends. There is so much more. The Sheila Davalu stories continue on the next episode of Sword and Scale. But for now, we'll leave you with another poem from Sheila. This one is entitled Loss. Rainbows fade, leaving an imaginative shades of dullness, patchwork of black on black doom and gloom, destroyers of passionate thoughts, halting blood flows in veins, paralyzed

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