Sword and Scale - Episode 230

Episode Date: December 19, 2022

Every mother’s worst nightmare came true for the Joughin family on July 19th, 2016, when their daughter Sierah never came home from her bike ride. As minutes turned into hours and hours into days, the investigation led the FBI to the quaint, quiet, and empty, corn-lined roads of Fulton County, Ohio. A place where angst turned to horror as agents uncovered a level of human perversion as vast as the field where they discovered Sierah’s blood-covered bicycle.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

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lobes, we dictated our ability to survive were gut reactions and instincts. Those more in touch with their unconscious cues of danger survived and then passed those traits down to us. Today, gut feelings are usually much less life or death-oriented and we perceive them as annoying anxieties. Maybe it's just a funny feeling you get about that contractor you found on next door. Kind of feels like maybe he's gonna rip you off. As irritating as those feelings can be, there are times in life when you need to weigh the pros and cons of listening to them.

Teach your children to pay attention to the butterflies in their stomachs or the chills that run down their spines. Because someday, it may just save their life. On July 20th, 2016, a swarm of FBI agents made their way to Fulton County, Ohio. Home to 42,000 people, Fulton was a place where nothing exciting ever happened. Most people drove through Fulton without ever knowing they were there. You could go down the highway past miles and miles of cornfields before seeing your first run-down old farmhouse. So it comes as no surprise that its residents were a bit uneasy when federal agents entered the local high school to speak with 20-year-old Joshua Colisinski. So today's the 20th of July and July and This agent former agent paper with the FBI

So we're here talking about what's the girlfriend's name? Sarah what? Sarah do I can okay. Are you saying Sarah or Sierra? Sierra SID RAA How long have you guys been dating? Seven years seven years okay, so all through high school How long have you guys been dating? 6, 7 years. 7 years, 8 years.

Okay, so all through high school? All through high school. And a middle school. Well, freshman year, seven. So I'm in middle school. I'm parent in the college. And I'm a background teacher. I'm a college teacher.

Josh's girlfriend, 20-year-old Sierra Joggin, lived with her grandmother while attending college at the University of Toledo. Sierra and Josh had known each other since they were five years old and became high school sweethearts. According to Josh, the couple discussed getting married, but they really weren't in a hurry. On weekdays, Sierra and Josh both worked

and for went seeing one another. But the evening prior was just a beautiful summer day. And Sierra chose to make an exception. She said, well, I need my workout for the day and I don't want to go to the gym, so everybody fine? Does she have a car, she can drive? Yeah, normally, yeah, okay. But, so I was like, okay, that's fine. She likes to ride a bike, she rides a bike a lot. Get off the floor, go, get home at 430ish. I start working on a table that I'm building

and she probably shows up about, I know, 45 minutes to an hour later. Sierra had purchased the purple Palomar 10 speed at a garage sale and rode the seven miles of cornfields to Josh's house for the first time. Josh was anxious about the ride but let her do what she wanted a ride bike and I had my motorcycle and I figured you know I'll follow her a little bit and just kind of give her crap and stuff on that. So I followed her or she left, I followed her down the street, she take a left and R.S. Passed 10-3, hit 10-2, we've worked T's and I said all right and she said you can leave no.

So just remember, turn around. Wow. During that ride, Josh took a Snapchat of him and Sierra that put them a mile from his home at 6.43 pm. According to Josh, Sierra told him she could handle herself from there, and he could go home. Josh leaned in for a kiss, and she innocently shrugged him off because she was sweaty. And then it teased off right after 10-30.

Now this is a road that damned your nothing's on. It is like I never teased that road. There's nothing there. Nothing here. There's a house on the corner. There's some there. There's nothing here. There's a house on the corner. There's some broth right here. But it tees off. This is where we split.

According to Josh, he went home and spent the rest of the evening with Sierra's cousin before his parents came home. I was at a take shower. I laid off her bed and I'm like, you know, all right. She is an answer to my tech message. So then I called her and just rang, I called her again and just rang and rang and go to her voice mail, so I'm like, okay, maybe she's stupid, so I just keep calling because that's kind of my thing. If you don't answer, you keep calling me. And so then I was

kind of like getting this weird feeling. And so I texted her grandma, because she was with her grandparents. texted her and said, hey, this is Sierra there. She says, well, no, her car's here though. And I was like, oh, okay. And then she said, well, her bike's not here. Josh called Sierra's mother and four younger siblings who hadn't seen her either.

That was all the information Josh needed to become concerned. And he rushed to her grandmother's in his truck. Together, Josh and the jog and family reported her missing and formed a search party. East and I passed this van to white van. It's I've given the plate number as everyone except it's not a mission plate but I'm pretty damn sure it's mission plate. Why does everybody think it's not a mission plate? He said he's branded every single letter. He's tried running it with every single one of the sheriffs. He blew that stop sign and then I saw him blow the stop sign and I was like, well that's weird and then when he got past me, he was

He was cooking like he was he was doing every good. He was doing the other one. And this was okay. He was doing every bit of 100 110 and I was like that's weird, but by that time it was 1030, so the times don't match match up but I popped a ui and I had to do a bingo and I had to bingo on every bit on every day and I wasn't catching up to it. It was a white Chevy commercial van, not a box shop, not a mini van, just like the bigger van. Yeah, does that have windows? And another thing that was weird about it is While Josh was chasing down a white windowless van, the sheriff's deputy made a horrific discovery. On the road near where Josh and Sierra split up, the deputy noticed a few corn stalks out of place, making him uneasy.

The hidden path would have been easy to miss without the bright moonlight, because the front row of corn was undisturbed. At the mouth of the wake, laid a pair of women's sunglasses. As the deputy followed the track, he found blood waste high on some of the stalks. Twenty feet into the corn, the deputy uncovered Sierra's bike, with blood on the seat and handlebars. But the trail didn't stop there. The deputy followed the path 35 feet deeper into the corn, finding one of her socks covered

in blood. As the deputy reached, the trails end. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up. And the trampled mess left behind by an evidence struggle laid a pair of men's sunglasses. Seara's headphones, a box of motorcycle fuses, and an orange screwdriver covered in blood. When the deputy retraced his steps, he discovered boot prints and tire tracks from a motorcycle leaving the scene. things like that. Okay. What do you think? What do you think? What happened? I don't know. I honest to God. I have no idea. I don't know if it was someone she knew and that's what anger is made because I don't know if it was someone she knew. Sierra is a scraper. She is, she is a strong girl and if someone came up there she would have

put up a fight. I guarantee you. Unless it happened like that, unless it was, I can, I can see her having a music and not even hear someone coming up and it's just bam, that'd be the only way. The FBI agent brought that up because they found a bloody pair of overalls in the back of Josh's truck that night, along with a small amount of blood on the grill. More difficult questions. Do you know what happened to her? I have no idea. I swear, I wish I did.

Do you know where she's at now? What do you think? My biggest thing is that, we split. Big beta, and if I should have took her home, and I should have just publicated it. It would have been a monomotor cycle. I mean, I had it.

And I want to know what happened right here and where she's at right now. According to Josh, he knew that he should have taken Sierra all the way home. He felt in his gut that leaving her alone in the middle of nowhere was wrong. Unfortunately, the detectives didn't have all day to play, would have, should have, could have. It was evident that someone had abducted Sierra that night, and they needed to find her while she was still alive.

As the lab tested the blood found on Josh's clothing and truck, local law enforcement began to realize they were out of their element and contacted the FBI. While waiting for reinforcements, the Sheriff's Department compiled a list of registered sex offenders and convicted felons, living near the abduction site. Starting with the usual suspects, they interviewed the sex offenders and found nothing unusual. On the contrary, one of the felons stood out amongst the rest. Twenty-six years earlier, 57-year-old James D. Warley pled guilty to abduction. In 1990, Warley ambushed a woman named

Robin Gardner while riding her bike. Warly hit her with his truck, flimed out and struck her over the head before placing her in handcuffs. According to Robin, Warly held a screwdriver to her throat and threatened to kill her if she made a sound. Robin escaped and Warly spent three years in prison for it. 1990, I went to prison the first time.

What happened on that case, because you're going to be looking at my background. She turned in front of me and I hit her. The bottom line is, I didn't beat her up. She left. I waited 33 minutes, man, for the cops to come. I could have just drove away. When the cops did come, they were all real nice and they're looking for some big heavy set fat guy with a blonde beard and mustache. And I looked at him and I said, I drove this truck to a mistrad. I had my lawn service. I hit on this fucking bike with the truck their skid marks on the pavement They bow. Oh no, he sort of go off into the grass and all this shit. It just didn't happen

He'd get all this stuff fucking just up Warley returned to prison in 2000 for selling marijuana and dedicated his life to caring for his family upon his release dedicated his life to caring for his family upon his release. Wally lived on a decrepit farm. Under two miles from where Sierra went missing with his 96-year-old mother and mentally ill brother Mark. Wally spent his entire life on that farm besides his short prison stays, of course, surviving off of his mother's social security and a tiny motor repair shop.

Although the police were clear that showing up on his doorstep was part of a routine investigation, Warly appeared unconvinced and demonstrated a bizarre defensiveness about his relationship with Mark and his mother. He's not involved in any wrongdoing. He's not a twisted, sick mother fucker. Okay? Although Warley claimed he didn't know Sierra or anything about her disappearance, he was more than forthcoming with some information he believed would help. The night Sierra went missing, Warley went for a joy ride on his motorcycle. As Warley reached the county road where Sierra

disappeared, his bike started to break down. I had to stop and there was bicycle sitting there. And I thought to myself, I ain't gonna stand stay out here. I push my bike into the cornfield because the end rows are open. It's 500 pounds. You can't just take that thing from you God damn cornfield. Does it have a fairing on it? No, it would probably help if it did. But what I'm saying is, you do not get anything in and out of a cornfield with less 500 pounds

and don't like a roll. Yeah. Honestly, seriously, I was in my head thinking, I'm gonna ditch this thing, but there's these bikes here. And these are pedal bikes right? Yeah, bike cycles. Like dirt bikes or where they look like. Like pedal? 10 speeds. Like 10 speed bikes. Like everybody will ride like like VMX bikes or the kids row. It's just probably a mud bike and somebody else's bike. There was a blue one, and a charcoal gray one, a

light charcoal gray color, and they weren't put on their kickstands. They were just laying there. Assuming Warley mistook purple for blue, he had spotted Sierra's bike lying against the corn with another gray one. The problem was that the deputy discovered Sierra's bike by itself deeper into the corn. According to Warley, he fixed his motorcycle enough to get it started and made it home by 10 p.m. At that point, Warley appeared to have checked out, but as deputies went to leave, he stopped them. Come on, please, everyone. Just go ahead. We got stuff. We got it.

Well, you ain't heard my stand of everything for me yet. Oh, I know. I know. You don't want to hear the rest of all this. And why, you know, what? I'm sick and tired of all the crap. I know. Now, I had traffic issue with my bike here the other day. I dealt with it the best I could.

I never saw anyone. I saw two bicycles. That's it. My helmets gone. My fuses are gone. My screwdrivers gone and my glasses are gone because I hang them on the back of my turn signal thing. And the fucking thing is the second time I lost a sum which is last year, Fable bought me a new helmet at the Coon Trials. Kuhn Trials. I've lost three helmets now. Wally claimed he lost his fuses, screwdriver, glasses, and helmet, three of which police

discovered near Sierra's bike. Wally was unaware of what the deputies found, and although they didn't have a helmet, they wondered why he would disclose information that could link him to their case. They could make a big mistake, you heard something, or I don't know if you talk to people, people tell you. You wanna go out and look at that bike? You can see for yourself.

It's, I mean, you wanna make a print the bike? No, I mean, people, you want to do anything here at all. You want to search the property? You welcome go for it. Okay? We appreciate that. As far as law enforcement was concerned, Warley appeared distressed about Sierra's disappearance and Genuinely wanted to clear his name. as disappearance and genuinely wanted to clear his name. stuff is not very. Seriously. Okay. All right.

I just, I don't know. I didn't see her. I don't want to be involved in this. And that being said, I know. Good Lord. Thank you. Later that night, the blood found on Josh's clothing returned as an animal, not human.

Police also pulled security camera footage from a high school near where Sierra's bike was found, which showed Warly riding his motorcycle. Oddly enough, 15 minutes after Warly went by on his motorcycle, one of his trucks appeared on camera, headed, and Sierra's direction. That was when the sheriff received a call from a local farmer. He was driving down the same road Sierra disappeared on when he noticed a motorcycle helmet. The farmer stopped and picked up the helmet, which he delivered to the police station. Upon careful inspection, police discovered blood sprinkled across the front of the helmet, and a mysterious bloody handprint

covered the crown. Josh had only one helmet, but Warley was another story. On July 22nd, 2016, 20-year-old Sierra Joggin was abducted while riding her bike home from her boyfriend's house. Her boyfriend Josh was the last person to see her after they split up along a deserted county road. Nearby, detectives discovered Sierra's blood-covered bike, along with a motorcycle helmet that belonged to a local felon named James Warley. Okay, so you guys got some suspicions for something here. Let's uh...

Well I talked to him about the helmet. What about the helmet? You found a helmet? Yes. Okay, where's the helmet at? Who had it? I mean who had it? It was on the road.

You found it on the road? I didn't find it at someone. Well bring it on here because I want my helmet back. Well that's why we're here mostly is because the helmet looks like it might have some blood on it. Ah, no. The deputies were friendly and politely planned to ask to take a look around Warley's home. But it was all a guys. Cops are never your friend, you should know this by now. In reality, they were buying time for an army of FBI agents to prepare a raid of the farm.

The Warly Farm consisted of the main house, a large barn, a workshop, a side building, a vast well, and a trailer for Mark. Is there anybody in the house put your mother? Just my mom. Okay. Yeah. Is there any reason why house put your mother? Just my mom. Okay. Yeah. Is there any reason why we couldn't go in and look? I'll take you on a grand tour this far right now.

And I don't care. I don't care if there's a marijuana girl in the house. No, there's nothing. The poor guy had six plants and left a prison. I'm not poor guy. I did the wrong thing. And you paid for it? Yeah, but I really shouldn't know if I shouldn't make it on prison over there

Yeah, listen moms in her what what part of the house? We'd like to look through the whole house We're not gonna make it see Mother watching TV in the We need to think of a way to explain the mom why we were. This is going to be too much of a shot for you. OK. He was decent early.

Talk to the bottom of the chase here. We want to make sure that we want to make sure there's nobody in here that shouldn't be in here. With that permission, the group entered the main house. The very first thing they noticed was a large number of diapers everywhere. Bags of diapers, stray diapers, and boxes of diapers covered every square inch of the warly home to the point that he used the boxes as furniture.

Warly also had a candle burning in every room, which he claimed was to dilute the smell of his mother, combined with their two large rot-wilers. Despite multiple police officers digging through his home, Warley was in a joking mood, as if he had nothing to hide, or maybe he was just a great actor. The only building warly had a problem with them entering was his brother's trailer. According to James, his brother was too delicate to be exposed to law enforcement. What about your brother's trailer? Holy fuckin' you gotta be kidding me.

I wanna go back in there to Mark's place, are you shitin' him? I'll try one of them. Nothing. But you're starting to drag them into it. They went through this before. I am not fuckin' on it dude, I am not like- Let's go over here.

Let's go where we go. You wanna go, you have to go back there. You tell me if you have to. We may have to. Let's just get it over work. Okay, you take one person in. Where in my house? I'm gonna talk housing stuff.

Mark's friend, do not push his fucking buttons to. Please, I'm asking you. I'll do my best. Turn your light off. Just say the truth. you're out of work. Hey Mark, you got a housing guy here once to look through your trailer. The way Warley protected his brother struck a nerve amongst the detectives. The time frame between Warley's motorcycle driving towards where Sierra went missing and

his truck heading back in that direction didn't leave much room for him to be driving both. It would make a lot more sense if his brother Mark had driven the truck. Wurly parked back up as the group made their way out of Mark's trailer, which furthered suspicions. You can join him if you want. Is that a stand in the one spot not flying yourself? See? I like this guy.

Well, I'm a good at all kind of guy, and I want to get you guys out of my side being here. Well, we're doing good so far. All that was left to search were the cars, the side building, the workshop, the main barn, and the well. Yeah, she buried somewhere else. This is our water. This is our hand brick water well. Really? Well, take your light and look down in here and you put a band down in this. That would be diabolical.

It's not about the rich. We just had a replacement battery. Next, they entered the side building, which was more like a tiny barn. The small room had a dirt floor and virtually no air flow, making it hotter than hell. It appeared as though warly stacked straw bales sealing high from front to back. Then in here, this is where my rabbits, I'm buying rabbits, so I don't want to do it today because it's so hot, but go ahead and take your peak. There's a back ventilation thing back there. I had to rebuild this back wall. You got to pull my gun out of the water. Yeah. I got moles that come in here. I'm trying to drown. Look, see this shit? We keep going to see. So what's the fogger for? What's that? What's the

fogger for? Bugs? Some guy over here, the flies are all over. You know, there's a wood chuck and you got the flash like, say you're out with that psalm of bitches, that's why I see him run out the door here. I got no goddamn guns. A five gallon bucket of water and indoor bug foggers weren't the only things that appeared out of place inside the barn full of straw.

The barn floor appeared to be recently raked and smelled like cleaning chemicals. But the strangest thing was the corner of a long green storage box. Hidden amongst the straw. I'm gonna buy a calf, a plan on doing it about this time this year, right?

That's just shit that I got, that storage. I'm gonna buy a half coming up, but I didn't come to Fort at this year. What's this? What? This is perfect. It's a bug fallener. Is that gonna be when you go to the-

Let's get out of here as far as hot, man. Warley hurried the detectives out of the side building and into the main barn after one mentioned the storage container. Still, his behavior made one of the officers a bit uncomfortable. And he lagged behind There's a... A chest in there. And then you have four plastic cranks with, like, panties or socks and he has a girl thing. I don't know. Really?

And he kind of got a little pissy out of the space. He was just trying to go. The detective was half correct. The box hid plastic bags containing women's clothing. But it wasn't girls' names written on the bags. Inside the box were 37 individually packaged and carefully labeled articles of women's clothing, bondage equipment, a mask, a rope, rubber gloves, diapers, duct tape, personal hygiene items, a pink sex toy, and get this, a brand new sandwich. Was it a club?

Was it a pastrami and rye? I'll let you detectives go sort that out. It's just a weird side note. That's all it is. Calm down, Colombo. As for the bag of clothing, the labeled outfits included lace bra and panties, a three piece outfit, a black lace dress, daisy dukes, a white beach dress, a white romper, lace panties and a red skirt, a black mini dress, a bikini, thigh high socks, thongs, boob tubes, and a mask.

Also a white lace dress and thongs, leggings, a pink lace teddy, a go baby, whatever the hell that is, a romper, bikini bottoms, black lace teddy, and slashed leggings. Quite the eclectic collection there. Guys, you're all trying to look and go and shake your heads. I'll bring you off with the problems. I'm talking about, listen, I'll tell you. Fair plastic bags of girls, ladies. I'll strain the girls' names on the bag of your girlfriend. They're not names, it's what they are.

I know, and it's strange to me. Dude, that is not strange at all. What's wrong with that? That's you and your head. You want to take all that shit with you? It's all brains. I know what he taught me before. Oh, I've got, look.

High gear, out. Long braiding, stuff like that. Okay. What the fuck is wrong with it? You give it up? Yeah, when I go out with people, he's a catalyst. You know what? If I wanted to hide it, I could have done a hell of a better ass than that. So don't try to...

That's... No, I have to try to take this and build some goddamn thing up the last... He's saying he felt strange about it. Right. When the group entered the main barn, the detectives closed all the doors and asked if they could take Warley's DNA and fingerprints, which he politely obliged. Warley's DNA and prints were already on file as it convicted felon, but the detectives

needed to keep him out of sight for a bit longer as the cavalry arrived. On benotes to Warley, FBI agents were taping off his property, preparing equipment, and setting the dogs to work outside the barn doors. Oh, okay, excuse me. So, what do you think about China? Yeah, Allied Express. What is the Allied Express? Yeah, you don't know about Allied Express. I'm more of a Tori secret friend. I'm not sure. The difference is, like Tori secrets charges of 15 bucks.

Allied Express charges of 75 cents. So I get online, I buy 100 bucks worth of shit. You got to make it $200. Over a period of a year or two, you can get on my computer and do the fact from how I express. I got $100 from the launch rate. You finished. That's a lot of money. Well, that's insane. Who do you get?

I'm like a lot of people. I'm a girlfriend, I'll go broke up with now. I was going to say how is that working for you, but... It depends, of course, on how long you planned on keeping her. I need girlfriends of yours, and now this one's name is Lisa right now. What do you need her? She comes out here. Are these girlfriends of yours or like? No, this one's named Lisa right now. What do you mean? She comes out here. No, but that's our two-meter-level line, two-meter-average.

I'm actually mad. I buy stuff that I think girls would like to have. And then when I go with them or whatever, you know, get with them. Yeah. And I do believe in her. Yeah, it's not as, I mean, I've had a pretty good sex life. Well, all the girls are still alive, and by the way,

when the group stepped out of the barn, FBI agents blindsided Warley with a warrant to search his property. You would assume Warley would have become scared, nervous, angry, or insulted, but he didn't. Like a true psychopath, with absolutely no emotion. Warly was calm when the FBI approached him,

and he decided to spend the evening sitting on his porch, sipping glasses of warm milk, as they searched. Can we see the thing? There's a lot of them. as they searched. Oh cool. And on the rail maybe on the exhaust. We're going to take him around and we're going to hit him with it. We're going to keep the news. He's resigned.

So I think he knows. I just don't know that we're going to get him to come to us. You know what I mean? I think he knows. And he said he's like, why are we looking back at Trump? I don't. Trying to get him away. He doesn't need to watch.

He's going on. He's not going to be engaged though. We want him engaged. But what's funny is, he's acting like he hates him. He loves him. Oh yeah. He's loving every minute of this. He's watching.

He's seeing what's happening. So he knows, but the thing is, if he's like this, we're not going to get any more. Sure. That's when a plan came together. The FBI ordered the original officers on the farm to play best friends with Warly as if the feds were there to make them all look stupid. As the FBI agents discovered evidence, they would present it to the group and try to entice

Warly to discuss it with who he perceived to be one of his companions. They started with the blood found on Warley's motorcycle. We've been straight. We've almost been in a farm print. No blood. Blood. Blood will have DNA. On the helmet.

There's a problem. No way. Yes, way. It's conradical and it's careful as people can be cleaning up. And they're continuing to have a good time being straightforward. And how do you find DNA on a motorcycle? Blood. And five months.

Blood which contains DNA. Okay. And how do you know it's curable? We don't, yeah. It's different. Okay. And how do you know that it is connecting me to any crime? Where? Listen, listen, listen, let's stop.

Oh, shitting. Yeah. Why the fuck is there blood on your handlebars? I mean, we've been straight with you from this point. There's no blood on my handlebars. So how is there, there's blood on your handlebars? Oh, seriously? Hey, listen. Why is there blood on helmet? that will find the crime scene?

You'll find out that your palm print on it. What on my goddamn motor cycle, it'll be mine. Okay, Jim, obviously we're gonna test that blood. Yeah, okay, and obviously you'll find out it's not hers. Well, I don't know that, I'll tell you right now. There's a bloody palm print on my helmet, yes, and that don't make no sense to anyone. As genuine as Warly sounded, the detectives

believe they could rattle him with what they found next. The straw inside the side building was stacked to make it appear packed. But when officers removed the first rows, they discovered a hidden room inside. In the middle of that room was a mattress. Jim, the straw bales. There was a little room inside the straw bales and a mattress in there.

What's the deal with that? The air go through the building. The mattress? Dude, that's just junk. I store shit. Dude if I was gonna have some little chamber or whatever, there wouldn't be someplace at my house where it could be found. Well I'll give you your until it's in good. I'd love to tell you that a mattress is all they found, but I can't. As the officers disturbed the freshly manicured dirt floor, they found a plywood plank acting

as a false floor. What was under that plywood had detectives abandoning their friendly demeanor. I'm just a sick mother fucker myself. Wow. You were here earlier? If you knew what I do for a living, it's dealing with twisted sick mother fuckers. When I sat in your room listening to you talk earlier, as a twisted sick mother fucker, why do you have to come in and be like, because I'm really kind of pissed right now. Why? Because you fucking embarrassed every one of us. For what?

There's a freezer buried in that one back room that you were concerned about where you raped. You asked my dope stash spot. There's a freezer buried in that one back room that you were concerned about where you rate. Dude, that's my dope stash spot. I grow weed, I smoke weed, and that's it. I don't buy this shit. No one's gonna go to that much trouble in 2016. Bullfuckin' shit. But there's no weed in it. No.

I ain't gonna call for months or what if then? Really? She on this property. She on this property? Huh? She owned this property. Huh? She owned this property? No, she's not. Was she owned this property? No, she was not.

Was any part of her body on this property? Not that I know of. No. That's a different answer. Yeah, that's not a different answer. Is there any part of her body on this property? No. So what?

I'm looking at him. Worry buried a large ice chest freezer in the ground of the side building, which he lined with carpet. The freezer had no power supply and was used to keep something large, quiet, and hidden. How's that? I'm using it for that.

Just valuables and stuff going on there. Yes. Why does your air holes in there? We didn't talk it for that. Just valuables and stuff going on there. Yes. Why does your air holes in there? We didn't talk about air holes. Dude, I don't know what air holes in that freezer. The freezer gets some holes in it. That freezer does not have holes in it, period. The freezer has holes in it.

The freezer does not have holes in it. Okay. Dude, so the freezer doesn't have to talk about that. No. While Warley was arguing about what he kept in the human-sized freezer buried in the ground, crime scene technicians dug through the bags from his green box. Although most items looked new, one of them was far from it. Now do they do they ask him about the pre-pink panties? The blood on the room? There are no pretty pink panties with blood on them. I beg to differ. Oh bring them over here. You want me to see if we can bring him? I don't know.

It's up to you. There are some some beautiful little things. Here's your thing panties with blood on them. I might have to get upset again. Wait, so I don't use gloves. Why don't you test them, use gloves. There's a whole all kinds of use gloves. There's a lot of weird tricks. But that are new gloves here. New, are you? Everything in that box is brand, new, long.

Now, I do think you said unused. If I got a pair of bloody pink panties in the mail, that was supposed to be clean and be a little pissed. Blood saturated the crotch of a pair of bright pink nylon panties with a black striped belt. My plan, which I am bring this up because I'm private inside, and you're gonna say, oh, oh, but there's several of my friends know that that back section of the barn is going to be turned into my own little studio. I'm gonna have a fork. Okay? Yeah. And Ronit has a video. studio. I'm going to have a porn. Okay.

Been here. And run it has a video. You know what? Run it has a business. Oh, okay. I want to do with a guy on casting couch X does. Is that like a girl's got a lot of elders? No, no. Is that what that's about? No.

You have an ad on it. You have an ad on the internet Craigslist or back page or whatever and you say at all casting radio pv whatever People answer that ad many men okay Not necessarily the male talent, but they come in their brand new Well, yeah, I'd like to tell some of the time why not Why not who's gonna run the camera though? But if the girl looks at you and says, you know

I would like to have this person Sure, okay, and then what you do is they come in they have an interview and then basically You do it on camera and then once that's done that disc their their interview go to casting couch X and just watch it That's what I want to model my business after. And I can produce people that know about this that I've shared this with. Who wouldn't want to watch a Chubby 57 year old man bang in a barn?

A real multi million dollar idea you got there, buddy. Also, does he think this is real? Does he think the casting couch stuff is real? Does he not know that it's completely staged and everybody's age verified beforehand and it's a actual business? I mean, they do have sex, but does he really think he's gonna put an ad on Craigslist

and have somebody come over and he's gonna have sex with them? Do you guys think this is real? I mean, there's a lot of stupid people out there, but you know porn is 99.9% a corporate enterprise, right? And unless you're getting a tour browser and going on some dark web shit what you're seeing is basically going on some dark web shit, what you're seeing is basically acting with a little double penetration of course. There's porin hub and there's x-videos. Go to x-videos, look up casting cow checks.

Okay, and I've only watched porin, look at my computer records for like a year and a half. Go on and look at it. Look, there's good porin, there's dirty porin. What do you mean porin porn? What kind of porn do you like? What's the difference? I like, I've seen it all. They have animal porn, they have people

that put on leather heads, and you name it. You think of it, they're doing it. It's tough that I never even leave one as far. Unfortunately for Warly, the police already planned on searching his computer, which produced, as you would guess, horrifying results. On June 24th, 2016, at 503am, Warly searched hogtide plus teen. The terms Warly searched on the day Sierra went missing included rape, forced hitchhiker stranded, helpless, and gag.

Despite being accused of a horrific act, Warley still made his mother a priority. To prevent him from hiding any evidence, an officer watched as Warley, well, prepared her for bed. Hey, Dan. Yeah. I gotta, I gotta put a little cream here in order one of the Dan. Yeah. I got a I got a full a little cream here. Yeah. And I don't know one of the boobs. Okay. You got a lot to do with this. No I'm here. Okay.

No I'm fine. Alright. Go ahead and lay straight. Well this looks better. Oh I know. I know it hurts me. I do her. I'll do it. That looks pretty decent. We're good. And then there you go. You may curl up, Mama. You want both blankies? Probably not. Yes. You sure?

Yes. It's fine to warm up. Yes. Want me to just put it up there? Yes. You want it on you? No. Up here. Okay, it's up there we can get at it.

Alright, I got some more chores to do. Be back in a minute. Much out, we don't have train right. We don't want to pull this here. Yeah, we don't want to do anything. When detectives believed they found everything they were going to see, one of the officers made a last gruesome discovery. If there's anything out there you mean in cornfield? Yeah, I gotta be I try to be honest with you know, I won't say I haven't this letter from time to time, but they found What they believe to be part of a human tongue. Oh what part of a tongue

Dude No, listen I don't have to hear anymore about it. Let me tell you. Ain't human tongue. I know, okay. Here's what. Out in the corner field. Yes.

Here's what I know. It appears to be, because you can see taste, blood and stuff. Part of a tongue, I'm going to say a tongue. And they did a pre-sumpted blood test for blood and there is blood. I didn't say human blood but there is blood. It ain't human blood dude. Who in the fuck would have told that? Who in the fuck would cut a tongue out? Are you out of your fucking mind? I know you're saying that in the tongue out. I'm telling that dude. Yeah. I'm just saying dude. Yeah, yeah You know, I'm just saying dude. It's like that that that trumps the that from every back trumps the

Getting upset over the freezer They taught I'm not saying dude That's a fucking freaking just absolutely I said if you listen to me what appears to be part of And I didn't say a human tongue either. Oh my God. Well, you know, see, here's the thing. The chicken, oh, I got a shoved chicken, dude. If I don't, it's on the V in there. And you're gonna find parts of chickens, okay?

Plain and simple. Detectives finished playing games with that miraculous quick transition from a tongue to chickens. The preemptive blood tests on Warley's motorcycle tested positive for female blood and they were ready to take him in. You guys, I do think I want to go in the house. You want to come in and sit in the chair, whatever you welcome. I'm tired of going out here. I was waiting for somebody else to deliver the news that I warned you about earlier.

What, which is you're not going to go in the building. Why not? Well, for my understanding, you're going to be placed in the custody. So we're going to have a deputy. What are the charges? Conducting. Well, his and his, the gym sit tight till whatever the deputy is, you know, we're done. We're not going to go into this.

Well, place me under arrest and I told you Matt's going to come and he's going to serve you or whatever he's going to do.'re gonna serve him or whatever you're gonna do. Okay, I'm not placing you on the road, so I'm telling you that you're gonna have to stay here. For me, while I could probably leave you one last thing with Mom before I go, I make sure that she's down a pod and... Detectives didn't have enough to charge Warly with murder. After all, Sierra may have still been alive, but they were sure she was on the farm at some point

and no longer was. How am I supposed to make you realize how simple this girl is to you? This girl is with her grandmother. This girl takes care of her grandmother. These girls can't take care of her grandmother anymore. You live with your mom. You take care of your mother.. Do you live with your mom?

You take care of your mom? You live with your mom? You're pulling on my heart strings? No, I'm not trying to pull on your heart strings. I'm just saying in a situation. I'm just trying to situation. This is why it's important to us. Because this isn't some little substitute out there.

This is a young lady who had prostate and care. Prostutes person too. You made out take care of her mother. I'm just saying. This girl who does anymore. You take care of your mom when you can't know you. Yeah You do I'm I do. Well, it's good. I'm glad you do But my point is that lady can't that's where this like it. That's what we're talking about now if she's

If she's that she's dead That's a bad thing. We can't change that but We got to deal with it. But if she's alive she needs to go home. You know that's a case of a bad deal. You're not going to answer that and if you don't have to answer that please do the guy that knows. You uh please. You keep working. You're in the US. They planned on it James don't you worry. For days search parties had probed Fulton County in search of Sierra On Friday, July 22, the same day Warley was arrested a Volunteer drove along a county road near Warley's property when he noticed a patch of disturbed corn and wheat

He stopped his vehicle and got out to find drag marks in the dirt. As he followed the drag marks for 25 yards, he came to a hole that was started but abandoned. Near the hole was a pile of human feces and drag marks that led further into the field. At the end of the drag, a new hole was successfully dug and re-barried, along with a rubber glove. Confident that they knew who would be at the bottom of the hole, the FBI shut down the main road and began to dig. In the search for 20-year-old Sierra Joggin, FBI agents raided the property of convicted felon James Warley. Agents discovered blood on his motorcycle, a storage box full of women's clothing, bloody panties, and a hidden room with a dirty

mattress. Orchette, agents on Earth, a human-sized freezer, lined with carpet, buried in the floor of that room. The FBI arrested Warley on that same day, a volunteer discovered what they believed to be a shallow grave. The hole was three feet in width and four feet in length, so the crime scene technicians began unirthing it using shovels. As the text reached two feet deep, the smell of rotting flesh and death started to leak out from the dirt. A foot deeper and they uncovered the tips of the toes.

The technicians used their hands to remove the remaining two feet of soil from the hole, and what they found at the bottom was far worse than anyone could have imagined. The authority searching an area around Counter-O-7 tragically found what we believe to be Seara's remains. The positive identification will be made through either fingerprints or DNA. But at this time, we strongly believe that this is Seara. Seara was hog-tied, with a yellow dog toy, strapped into her mouth using a shoelace. Her belly towards the ground and body unnaturally curved upwards with her face, bent back, looking towards the sky. The horrified expression permanently recorded on her purple grey and swollen face.

Her eyes bulged horrifyingly. Sierra's ankles were bound in duct tape and her wrists and handcuffs. She wore a lace bra, tube socks, and an adult diaper. Her wrists and ankles were pulled together tightly with a rope, bringing her feet bone-chillingly close to her head. Pieces of straw covered her hair and whatever clothing she was wearing,

making it obvious where she was held captive. Furthering their confidence, investigators positively identified Sierra's DNA on a piece of duct tape, and the mattress found in Warley's barn. They also tracked Warley's phone, which was at the site of Sierra's abduction for two hours the night she went missing. Sierra's autopsy revealed she died of expixiation caused by the gag inserted into her mouth with so much force that it broke her teeth.

The corner was able to identify how long she had been dead, but he was able to rule out any signs of sexual assault. The only foreign DNA on Sierra's body was under her fingernails, which didn't match warlies. Regardless, prosecutors indicted warly on 19 counts, including aggravated murder, kidnapping, felonious assault, abduction, tampering with evidence, and abuse of a corpse, all to which he pleaded not guilty. The true story of what Warly did to Sierra came to light at the trial.

Warly spent the entire day watching a polling and disgusting porn until he went for a motorcycle ride. Wally rode past Sierra on her bike and drove into the corn, awaiting an ambush. Wally had been planning for that moment by purchasing the women's clothing and burying them in the freezer of his barn. He then traveled with duct tape rope and handcuffs just in case he was lucky enough to find himself in this specific situation.

As Sierra wrote by, Warly leapt from the cornfield and struck her in the face with his motorcycle helmet. Most likely knocking her unconscious as she fell from her bike. Warly dragged Sierra off the road and into the corn where he was strained and gagged her before rushing home for his truck. Warly then transported Sierra back to his home where he hid her in the barn. It was unclear how long Warley kept Ciera captive, but it was long enough for her to be so ripped apart by the bugs that he gifted her insect foggers as a small bit of mercy. Warley dressed his prisoner in the outfits and dressed his prisoner in the outfits and physically assaulted her while edging himself, building up anticipation and receiving sexual gratification from her suffering.

Ciara spent far too long immobilized on that dirty mattress in a room well over 100 degrees. Pain and fear that must have been racing through her mind must be unimaginable. It was every woman's worst nightmare. Far worse than anything her parents would have warned her about. The inevitable and agonizing thoughts of why me, how could this happen, how will anyone ever find me, polluted her hope, and morale. It would have mortified Sierra to know she wasn't stocked or selected for any particular

reason. Warley abducted her because she was the unlucky soul that drove her bike in the wrong place at the wrong time. Warly put her in a diaper, hogtied her, and gagged her before placing Sierra into the freezer while he tended to his mother. While unattended, the gag cut off Sierra's air supply, And did the gag cut off Sierra's air supply, and she slowly suffocated to death. It's painful and challenging, but in some ways death was better than what awaited her upon her abductors' return. When Warley discovered his deceased prisoner, he drove Sierra's body to a new cornfield

and buried her in a shallow grave. After sitting and listening to the horrific events surrounding their loved ones' death, Sierra's family addressed Warley directly. As a mother, I should never have to explain to my nine and eleven-year-old what cap-able punishment is. Their world was shattered, their innocence tainted by this heinous event that happened so close to home. For me, the death penalty is what he deserves.

And not in 30 years. James really not only kidnapped my daughter, he dehumanized her, killed her, and dug a hole so deep that my nephew could stand in it. James did not just try to cover up what he did, he deliberately attempted to bury her so she would not be found. Like she was unwanted or disposable. But he was wrong. Warly's attorneys argued that someone else murdered Sierra and used the unidentified DNA under her nails as evidence. Any hope Warly's attorneys had left the room

when Robin, his first victim, took the stand. Piling on the mountain of evidence against Warly, his court-app appointed psychologist from 1990 took the stand and testified he divulged to her that he learned from each of his abductions and would bury the next one. When the jury found Warley guilty of murder, his attorney cited his sexual sadism disorder and parapheralia disorder as mitigating factors. It seems that we could come up with just about any term to describe these poor, sick, helpless

people, which we should help as a society. These terms, these disorders we come up with, all the time to just describe a sick son of a bitch. Warly's attorneys even presented his sexual and incestuous relationship with his 96-year-old mother as evidence of that disorder. According to them, and transged by his sexual arousal to the extreme pain, suffering, and humiliation of others, Warly just, you know, he couldn't help himself from kidnapping and murdering Sierra. Poor guy, you know? Give him a break, you know, just let him lose. I mean, poor guy. He's suffering, you know, he's suffering.

Even after Warly's attorneys presented their case, he wanted to address the jogging family face-to-face and argue his innocence. Hello, everyone. Since the onset of this thing, I have been instructed to remain silent and to say nothing, and that is good advice to just anyone who is in any kind of predicament with the law. The less you say that they're off you are. First and foremost, I want to say that

myself, my family, everyone that I know is harder for the jogging family, make no mistake. To the ISIS, to the joggings, to Josh, to Miss Vackel. For us is who was and is substantial belong to everyone. That was a good start. I'll give him that. But as Warley continued to ramble, he went off script, and things went south quickly. Warly blamed whoever's DNA was under Sierra's fingernails for the murder, and the police for not testing the human feces next to her shallow grave because he believed it would have matched that DNA. He was walked. Literally kept under subdued and kept under control. Don't ask him why she wasn't raped. He was a beautiful girl, but she wasn't.

I'm glad. Don't ask me why she wasn't raped. She was a beautiful girl, he said. After Warley muttered that phrase, the courtroom gassed. And Sierra's entire family walked out in horror. Without missing a beat, Warley continued on his 45-minute rant as if he didn't just clear the courtroom. maybe I was a primary victim to myself that someone broke into my building and I can tell you when I had at least in my head when I fully expected to have. There was one thing strange on my

property that I know well someone has the error in the building because there's proof in that. You can't say that small amounts of blood and churres just materialized. You heard him, warly dared to call himself a victim and preached nonsense about a mysterious man that kidnapped Sierra, walked her to his home

and planted her DNA and is born. And if you believe that, I've got some crypto to sell you. And I think the day I'm not responsible for serious death. is born. And if you believe say that I am not a person that I've intended to be, and I am not guilty of Sierra's death. And I'm looking to you in the eye. That's the truth.

And I know that Sierra's dying in Spain has been destroyed. And I also know that Ram'm honest with John and maybe saying that they want to sell them the papers that they want the right person to pay for. And I would plead if any of you that know that family, try to get what I told you to cross the road, their arms are wounded and they always will be. But if you believe I find them, I really can see our clothes on. She may have been murdered and vaguely, but she goes on.

That being said, sir, I'm going to rest. After Warly wasted everyone's time, the judge was ready to hand down his sentence. After approximately six hours of deliberation, the jury returned to sentencing verdict, finding the state of Iowa, approved the aggravating circumstance outweighed the mitigating factors beyond a reasonable doubt, and that the penalty of death should be imposed in this case. The court orders that James D. Wurley is here by sentence to death for the aggravated murder of CR Jagman. The court orders that the execution date of James D. Wurley

be set for June 3, 2019 to be carried out by the appropriate authorities. The court typically concludes this case by having a few comments I have been told by my brother in the legal case that that is inappropriate here. Suffice it to say, Mr. Worthy, I think you would have been well advised to listen to your attorneys before you made your statement. I thought your attorneys did an excellent job in handling your defense. And one free-to-com that Mr. Worthy applied for, there was a snowball chance in hell that you were innocent.

You'd be looking at life. Courts and recess. All right. handling your defense. And one free-to-comment, Mr. Wurley, if I bought there was a snob balls chance in hell that you were innocent. You'd be looking at life. Courts and recess. Wurley appealed his execution, which failed. Wurley famously stated he would die of old age before he exhausted all of his appeals. The jogging family committed themselves to ensure no child ever has to meet

the same fate as their daughter. So they created an organization called Justice for Sierra. The organization's first accomplishment was making Sierra strong, a self-defense program that provides children with free training as part of their school's curriculum. Their second accomplishment was passing Sierra's law, which established a database of violent offenders similar to the sex offender registry in the state of Ohio. Lastly, the organization filed a civil suit against Warley in which they won $3.6 million and the property where their daughter was tortured and murdered.

The family's desire is just to get that burned down. How would you like to drive by a barn where you believe your daughter was killed on a regular basis because you live in the area? The jogging family will never get their daughter back, but they were able to eliminate the constant reminder of where she spent her last moments on earth. In its place, the family planned to build a park,

playground, or memorial in Sierra's honor. Unfortunately, though, that memorial will have to wait. Unfortunately, though, that memorial will have to wait. In August 2020, the FBI returned to Warly's residence with heavy machinery. The feds refused to reveal what they were looking for, but I'm pretty sure you have a good idea of what it might be. From death row, Warly sent a reporter, a 105-page manifesto accidentally linking himself to a missing woman named Claudia Tinsley. We spoke with that reporter who interviewed Warly on Death Row, but to hear that, you

need to be a plus subscriber. Check the bonus content because that will be coming up real soon. It's not often that we cover a predator to the degree of James Warley. James drove around daily with the equipment needed for an abduction just in case the opportunity arose. James Warley didn't care who she was, or even what she looked like or how old she was. That makes it all the more painful to know that had Josh listen to his gut and not left Sierra alone on that county road, Sierra might just still be alive. Josh wasn't to blame for Sierra's murder, but now he has to live with that for the rest of his life.

Every day that boy suffers, knowing that he and Sierra would be married by now, starting a family, but they aren't because of James Warley. That being said, had the farmer who found Warley's helmet and the two volunteers that had discovered Sierra's bike and grave not listened to that little voice inside their heads. That told him something was wrong. She may still be in the ground undiscovered. If those men had not acknowledged that instinctual gut feeling, corn would have been growing over Sierra as you listen to this episode. Thankfully, they found Sierra and brought her home.

And while her killer wrought on death row, her family is taking steps to prevent any other child from suffering a fate similar to do it. Thank you so much for joining us here on Sword and Scale. You can call us at 9-548-896-854. Let us know what you think, and you might hear yourself on the next episode. Until then, stay safe. 1.0. 1.0. 1.0. 1.0. 1.0. 1.0. 1.0. 1.0. 1.0.

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