Every once in a while, a crime is committed with a perfect set of evidence to set a suspect up before a jury during a trial in which the defense has no hopes against. There are two kinds of perfect murders.
Ones did to correctly trap and snare the perpetrators with hard evidence, factual witnesses and convince the jury of peers that the truth is self-evident.
But there are also perfect murders where the actual perpetrator remains innocent the whole time.
The Routier family was upended when, in June of 1996, the two oldest sons of Darin and Darlie Routier were killed in their own home while watching TV and while their mother was sleeping just a room away.
She claimed that an unknown intruder broke into her house and fled after the stabbings and has maintained that stance to this day, even as she sits on death row under a multitude of appeals to the courts.
10 /10 Home With The Family
Darlie called 911 immediately after she had been attacked. When police arrived, the two boys were already dead. Devon was 6, just a week away from being 7, and Damon was 5.
Darin and the youngest, the infant Drake, were asleep upstairs. The screen door to the house had been cut open, and the offending knife was found with blood from both children and the superficial, but still dangerous, wounds of Darlie.
She was treated at the hospital for her cuts as her two children were unfortunately beyond help.
9 /10 Perfect Staging
Police investigated the scene accordingly with Darlie’s story. She said she woke up to find the man in her house, brandishing the knife against her after having stabbed her two boys.
He dropped the knife and, without thinking, she chased him with it through the garage where he disappeared without a trace.
He entered by cutting open a hole in the screen door. However, this is where Darlie’s story begins to falter. There were no blood drops or tracks anywhere in the garage.
The dust on the windowsill wasn’t even disturbed, or the dirt outside. The only thing that could prove her right was a mysterious thumbprint that didn’t belong to her on the wall.