Free Killer Girlfriend: The Jodi Arias Story by Josh Hoffner Brian Skoloff

explaining the process for defendants in her
     situation, including bail hearings, extradition to Arizona, and limited contact with
     family.
    He pushed a few more times to get her to confess, but she didn’t bite. Jodi asked
     about whether Travis’ family or the public knew she had been arrested. Then came an
     odd request.
    “This is a really trivial question and it’s gonna reveal how shallow I am. But before
     they book me, can I clean myself up a little bit?” Jodi asked.
    She asked to go the bathroom, and Flores said yes — but handcuffs are staying on.
    “Do you know I’m not, like, violent, or am gonna run. It’s Yreka.”
    Flores left the room, but kept the video surveillance camera on as Jodi stayed there
     by herself with nothing but a water bottle and her thoughts.
    Usually in these situations, criminal suspects will shrug, sigh, mope and express
     other outward expressions of anger over their predicament.
    Jodi was still worried about her appearance. Still handcuffed, Jodi got on the floor,
     dropped her head and pulled it back swiftly to bring her hair back.
    “You could have at least done your makeup,” she said aloud to herself. “Gosh.”
    Later, she broke into song. She belted out a verse from a Dido ballad called “Here
     With Me.”
    “I didn’t hear you breathe/I wonder how I am still here. And I don’t want to move
     a thing/it might change my memory.”
    She shuffled her water bottle to the left and right on the table in front of her,
     then picked at the label.
    “And I won’t go. And I can’t hide. And I can’t breathe until you’re resting here
     with me.”
    Later, a completely different song choice: “O Holy Night, the stars are brightly
     shining.”
    She chuckled to herself and continued with the song. “He knows our needs, hear the
     angel voices. … O night when Christ was born.”
    She then cried.
    At another point, she raised her arms and placed her hands behind her head and stretched
     her torso. She inspected a trash can. Then she went to the wall, placed her head on
     the floor, and did a headstand.
    Jodi was later booked into the system and spent her first night in jail, but detectives
     took another crack at her crumbling story the next day. Now wearing an orange prison
     jumpsuit and handcuffs and still alone in the room, Jodi added to the soundtrack of
     her incarceration, this time the Bette Midler favorite, “The Rose.”
    “Just remember in the winter, far beneath the bitter snow, lies the seed.”
    Flores sent in another investigator to work on Jodi, and the good cop, bad cop game
     elevated. Detective Rachel Blaney of the Siskiyou County Sheriff’s Department entered
     the room and unlocked the handcuffs to make Jodi more comfortable, noting that “these
     types of cuffs aren’t the most comfortable.”
    “Do you think they’re really designed for comfort?” Jodi asked.
    “They’re not. OK, you’re not going to give us any problems being out of the cuffs.
     You really don’t look like the type that would.”
    Blaney then took a soothing, almost mother-like tone in her voice as she calmly pressed
     Jodi.
    “I don’t think you’re the type of person that can sit there during your trial and
     see Travis’ family sitting over there and continue to make that lie in yourself without
     it tearing you up,” she said.
    “I don’t think I could either,” she said.
    Blaney continued to pry, but gently, with the focus on Jodi’s character, not the
     heinous killing.
    “You’re not our typical suspect. You come from a good home, you’re a bright girl.
     There’s no question in my mind or any of the other investigators’ minds that you were
     the person that took Travis’ life. But what I need to know or what I’d like to know
     is … whether you’re a cold-blooded, cold-hearted murderer who slaughtered this guy
     or are you somebody that got caught up in circumstances and things got out of control.
     Because I think that’s what happened