My name is Karen Kummerer.
I've been kidnapped.
-I've been abducted. -And I have been kidnapped.
I have been kidnapped.
Kidnapping cases in the FBI usually do not end well.
The statistics will show most victims do not survive
after a certain amount of time.
She was scared.
It was terror on her face.
"Somebody please help me."
On a case like this, time is not our friend.
I was scared for her.
In 2006, I had just separated from my husband of 17 years.
And I was starting to date again.
I was a finance director for Bert Fish Medical Center.
I owned my own house.
I just bought a brand-new 2006 GT Mustang.
I was feeling very independent.
And I was feeling really good.
Karen is my aunt on my mother's side.
We have been really close ever since I was little.
Karen's personality is very independent,
fun, goofy.
She will speak her mind…
…when she has something to say.
I was living with her in 2006.
I was 18.
Karen and I were having a great time together.
I think it helped having me around after she had gotten a divorce.
Kind of had a shoulder to lean on in those rough days.
She had been in a marriage for so long, and now she's single.
Single and dating.
One night, my sister and I went out to the Ocean Deck.
It was just a good place to meet people.
Scott approached me and asked me to dance.
He was very beefy, and he had blond hair, blue eyes.
He told me he was starting to be a personal trainer.
And I found that very interesting
because I was also into working out at the time.
When I met Scott, I felt a little bit of a spark.
I called her the next morning to find out, "How you doing?"
She said, "Oh, it went great. I really like him."
I met him the end of January, and Valentine's Day was a real eye-opener.
He gave me flowers. He gave me weights.
He spent a lot of money on me, actually.
We used to go dancing together at some of the clubs in Daytona Beach.
We would go out to dinner together.
I really enjoyed Scott.
Karen was, like, head over heels.
She was like, "Oh, there's this guy. He's handsome."
They looked good together.
They were having fun, and they laughed,
and I think Karen had missed that for so long from her marriage before,
so I think she was really happy
when she started to get that feeling again.
I worked with a woman that was into tarot cards and crystals.
She had this tarot card reader in Connecticut
that you could have the tarot card read over the phone.
So she gave me the number. She says, "Karen, you want to try it?"
I was really curious about it.
So that's what I did.
She was reading my cards.
All of a sudden, she said, "You've met this person."
"He's crazy, and you need to get the heck out of there as soon as possible."
I'm like, "Oh, well, she doesn't know."
"Hell, how would she know?"
Little did I know, she was actually very truthful.
I noticed that Scott started to be around, like, all the time.
Like, he just kind of started, like, leaving stuff there,
and the next thing I know, he was there all the time.
He actually lived with his mom and dad.
They were right down the road from me.
I was not really looking for a committed relationship.
Maybe a dating-type relationship, but nothing more than that.
And then one day I came home,
and… all of a sudden Scott had moved into my house.
And he goes, "Yeah, I moved in."
And when I said, "Well, maybe you need to leave,"
that's when he said, "Well, I've been getting mail here for almost a month
that you didn't realize."
Because he would check my mailbox for his mail
before I'd get home from work.
I was not really happy about it,
but I didn't really think how important it was
that he had been getting the mail there and whatnot at that time.
Scott started to become more possessive.
Like, if I wanted to go to the store with Karen or go shopping together,
it was like, "No, you guys don't need to be doing that."
He scrutinized everything she did.
Karen came out wearing something that, like, he didn't like.
He would tell her, like, "You need to go change."
"People are gonna think you're trash."
Karen definitely changed after Scott moved in.
My boyfriend and I, we went over for dinner one night.
And I was putting something in the fridge, and that's when I saw the syringes.
And that's when my ex looked over at me, and he goes, "Why are there steroids?"
"Do you know that's illegal?"
There was no prescription for those.
And that's when I went in, and I pulled Karen aside,
and I said, "What's that? Why do you have those in the fridge?"
And that's when she told me that Scott used them for working out.
And I'm like, "Karen, that's not good."
I said, "Working out and doing that, roid rage is a really bad thing."
So, um, that's kind of threw red flags up.
March of 2006,
Scott and I had been dating a couple months.
Scott would say, "Well, why doesn't Brenna go out and find a place of her own?"
"She's old enough to go and live with her friends or whatever."
I definitely got the feeling that Scott did not like me.
I think I was an obstacle in his way of the control that he had with Karen.
Karen and I were at such a good place before she met Scott.
And then all of a sudden,
he's living there, and you're asking me to move out.
It wasn't her talking.
When Scott suggested Brenna move out,
that's when the real domestic violence started.
He would hold me down and scream at me all night.
He was a very big person. He weighed about 220 pounds.
I would have my phone,
and he would rip it out of my hand and break it,
so I couldn't call the police.
I could not get away from him.
If I ever spoke to Karen after I moved out,
it was usually when she was at work,
because that's the only time I really could talk to her.
I'm like, "What's going on?" Like, "Tell me what's going on."
"No, I can't talk about it."
"I can't talk about it. I can't talk about it."
Had I known how bad it was going to be, I would have never left.
Karen really withdrew, and I didn't see her that much.
Didn't want to go out anymore. Was always doing something with Scott.
Scott was able to control Karen
because of her lack of self-confidence at the time.
Coming out of that divorce was demoralizing.
I myself had been a victim of domestic abuse in the past,
so I knew the signs.
Everybody handles these situations differently, but the fear paralyzed her.
Scott told me because he moved in with me,
I could evict him, but it had to go through the courts.
I thought, you know, how can this be happening to me, to be honest with you.
I was embarrassed that I managed to get myself in this kind of relationship
because, you know, here I was independent, financially successful.
Then I realized that I was in over my head at that point.
I started to fear for my safety, but I also had had enough.
I was gonna try to do anything to get him out of there,
even if I had to get an eviction notice.
The tipping point for me was when he held me down all night screaming at me.
Um, he was just screaming and screaming and screaming.
So that morning, after he let me up, I got dressed and I went to work.
In the meantime, he had started calling me on my cell phone.
And as I walked into the office that day, I had him on speakerphone.
I said to one of my co-workers, "You need to hear this."
He was yelling, "If you don't come back, I'm gonna kill you."
At that point, I had witnesses. I said, "You need to leave."
And a friend of mine from work took me back home.
Got my dog. I got some stuff.
He pulled up behind the car.
My friend was a big woman.
She got out, and she said to him, she goes, "You need to leave."
I get in the car with Rocky and some clothes.
I stayed at her apartment for the weekend until he moved out.
After Scott left, he still thought he had possession of me.
He would threaten to kill my dog if I didn't spend time with him.
And he parked his car right behind my car, so I couldn't get out.
It progressively got worse.
He started stalking.
I didn't feel safe anymore by myself.
So in the beginning of October,
I asked Brenna to move in with me again for my safety.
I turned 19 in October of 2006,
and I started living with Karen again.
I didn't like when Brenna really moved back in with Karen.
Brenna, being a kid, thought she could protect Karen,
which, like, no.
You're a kid.
One day, Brenna was at the house,
and my nieces were over,
and they were sitting in the living room.
Scott just came in, opened the door like he owned the place.
Said "shh" to the nieces.
He walked by them.
He came into my bedroom.
I screamed, "Brenna, he's here."
And I heard Karen telling him, "You need to leave."
"You need to get out of my house. I don't want you here."
"I told you I'm done with this."
And he's not listening to Karen.
Brenna comes running out of the room. I said, "Call the police."
She was dialing on her phone
when he runs out, he gets in his car and takes off.
I wanted Karen to call the police,
but I also understood that Karen was very scared.
Like, I remember her telling me, like, "You don't understand. Like, he's crazy."
Like, "He will kill me if I do the wrong thing."
He left 27 voicemails on my phone that day.
"Where are you? How come you're not answering your phone?"
It was all the time like this.
Monday, November 13th, I get in my car,
I was going to work.
I got to the stop sign,
and I looked one way.
And then all of a sudden, my front passenger door was yanked open.
He was in a bush waiting for her
because she takes the same way to work every day.
Scott jumped out of the bushes.
Unlocked the car from the key fob.
Jumped in the car, had a knife,
told her, "Drive."
He was screaming like a crazy man.
He said, "I'm gonna cut you right here."
"You can't hide."
"I've got your social security number, and I need to see you."
It was the first time that Scott had ever held a knife or a weapon to me.
And my actions before,
when Scott got into an explosive attitude or a violent situation,
was if I stayed calm and submissive, it would make the situation better.
I finally calmed him down enough
by saying, "Okay, well, I will still see you."
"I promise I'll see you tonight."
He allowed me to drop him off where his Jeep was parked down my street.
I told a friend of mine.
Then she said, "I'll meet you at the Daytona Beach Police Department."
We filed for an emergency restraining order.
They said, "Once it's reviewed, we will serve it tonight."
In the meantime, Lisa brought me home.
I left my car at work.
I didn't want Scott to know I was even at my house
in case he was served with a temporary restraining order that night.
Brenna and I spent the night in the dark.
We did not want anybody to know we were there.
We were afraid he was gonna come in and kill both of us.
I remember her just being, like, terrified.
Like, "How did he get my key fob?"
Because that's the only way he could have gotten in the car.
She's like, "This man is capable of doing so many more things than what we thought."
I had changed my phone number immediately.
And then the next day, I also had my car rekeyed.
I did not have them change the trunk.
Between myself and the dealership, we didn't think that was necessary.
Monday morning,
I went to work.
I get probably 150 feet down my road, and the trunk ajar light comes on.
I probably left it open from shopping.
Didn't shut it tight.
Get out of the car.
I went to shut it.
And…
Scott jumps out of the trunk dressed in black.
Grabs me, puts the knife to my throat. I started screaming.
He goes, "If you do that again, I'm gonna cut you here."
Throws me into the passenger seat.
Takes off in the car.
Brings me to where his Jeep was parked.
He goes, "If you're gonna behave yourself, you can sit up front."
We get into his Jeep, and he takes off.
His comment to me was,
"You're making me do this 'cause you got a restraining order. It's your fault."
He had gloves in the center console, and I said, "What are those for?"
He said, "So I don't get blood on my hands."
I said to him, "What are you doing with me?"
And he goes, "I'm just driving."
And then he says, "You better call in sick to work."
And that's when I called in sick to work.
I think I was in a state of shock.
I remember I needed to call her for something,
and she didn't answer.
So I call again.
No answer. I'm like, "Okay."
Now I'm starting to get a little concerned.
Because at this point, Karen and I had an understanding,
if one of us calls each other,
you know, try to get back to each other as soon as possible.
When Brenna tried calling me,
I said to him, "Well, I'm gonna have to answer it."
And he said, "You need to tell this story that I'm gonna commit suicide,
and you're trying to get me to stop."
So when I talked to Brenna, I said, "I'm with Scott,
and he's threatening to commit suicide."
She's telling me on the phone, "Don't call the police."
And in my mind, I'm like, he's, like, sitting right next to her.
I know he is, because I can hear in her voice.
And I said to her,
I said, "If you want me to call the police,
say 'don't call the police' again."
And then she said, "Brenna, don't call the police."
That's when I called the police.
And I told them, "I believe my Aunt Karen's been abducted."
There's going to be nothing else of a higher priority
than working a kidnapping.
So it's pretty much gonna be all hands on deck.
Let's do our best to locate the victim before this turns into a homicide.
I was a detective at the Daytona Beach Police Department
in the Criminal Investigations Division.
We put out a BOLO, you know, to be on the lookout.
We gave the description of Scott, of Karen, description of his vehicle.
We let them know there is a warrant for his arrest,
so if you come into contact with him, hold on to him,
and that Karen Kummerer is a victim.
Now what we're trying to do is find a trail.
What direction? Where are they going?
We flagged Karen and Scott's credit cards and bank cards,
which means let us know if there's any activity on those cards,
and they'll let you know where it happened.
Now we're standing. We're waiting for activity.
One thing you have to keep in mind as we're sitting here today,
in 2006, the technology that we had is not what the technology is today.
In today's world, you know every move.
There's videos. There's surveillance.
There's red light cameras. There's cameras in every crosswalk.
That wasn't the situation in 2006.
I was scared, for sure.
I don't know where she is at this point, and then I'm wondering if Karen's alive.
When Scott took me, I don't think he had a plan.
I just think he thought he could take me anywhere and no one would do anything.
The first night we stayed at the Sunrise Inn in St. Augustine.
I had to wait out in the car.
I no longer had my cell phone.
He took the keys with him.
He kept an eye on the car the whole time while he was checking in.
He called his mother and he told her we were on vacation together.
When we got in the room,
he gave me sleeping pills.
Um… I was forced to have sex with him.
I knew that complacency and submission was the way I was going to try to survive.
So if I thought about yelling or screaming or whatever, he had a knife.
If someone didn't act quick enough, I was dead.
I was trying to survive the way I thought I could.
The next day, Scott didn't have any money,
so he wanted to stop at a bank
so I could take some money out of my checking account.
We stopped at a Wachovia Bank.
He had me withdraw by check $500.
He was right there beside me with a knife in his pocket.
I didn't think I had a choice.
Even if I said, "Hey, he's kidnapped me," what do you think's gonna happen to me?
He's gonna slit my throat right then and there.
Banks have security people,
I realize that,
but by the time someone's going to react,
I'm going to be dead.
We receive a notification that Karen had withdrew $500
from a bank in St. Augustine.
Once we got the hit on the bank account, now we know that they're northbound.
Law enforcement responded to the bank,
where they learned that it was Scott and Karen together.
In reviewing the tape, it looked like she was terrified.
Scott has a violent history,
and we had also come across the fact that he had been using drugs.
So now he has money in his pocket.
Now we're really concerned. Okay, which way did he go?
So we're going through his history, looking through his paperwork,
see who he knows, who can we contact,
who could tell us something about him.
My brother was a Daytona Beach police officer.
And he called me up one day, out of the blue, and said,
"You're not gonna believe this."
"Scott Freeman kidnapped a woman."
Early 1990s,
my girlfriend had worked at a bowling alley that had a bar
that everyone would go to,
and that's where I met Scott Freeman.
My first impression was he was handsome.
He said he was a firefighter.
I thought he had good potential.
I feel like Scott love-bombed me.
Now, mind you, I was a young girl of 22.
He was six years older.
Scott came on really strong,
and was crazy about me.
Scott was very charming, and we did begin seeing each other.
When I first met Scott, he was a Ocala firefighter.
But that did not last long.
Soon after we started dating,
Scott told me he got fired from the fire department.
Scott had still lived at home with his mother and father.
And it became apparent to me
that Scott's mother paid for everything
because Scott did not have a job for a long time.
Scott definitely had control over me emotionally,
and he liked me to wear certain things,
did not like me to wear certain things.
He was very controlling and manipulative.
My father had passed away,
and I had gone to a medium,
hoping I would hear something from my dad.
The woman had tarot cards,
and the first card she turned over was a devil card.
And she told me,
"I see a very disturbed person around you."
This person is on drugs,
and she sees jail.
Scott would have these bouts
where he would disappear for days on end with no explanation.
I definitely know that Scott was addicted to crack cocaine,
and that would contribute to his binges and disappearances.
Two years into the relationship,
a friend of his and his girlfriend had come down
from North Carolina to visit.
And the four of us went out for the night to the clubs,
and drinking and having a good time.
And then upon coming back to the house that evening,
we were talking about ordering pizza.
And Scott just freaked out,
and pinned me against the wall with his hands around my neck.
I was so scared.
I was like, "What the heck got into him?"
The police came.
And at that point,
I said I did not want to press charges.
Being the young girl I was,
I said, "Well, he didn't mean it, and he drank too much," and made excuses.
My head was saying, "No, get out. This is not good."
But my 20-something-year-old heart was saying, "But I love him."
I had come home from work,
and Scott was there, intoxicated,
and wanted me to go out with him to a bar.
And I said, "No, you're drunk."
His behavior was erratic.
He was filled with rage.
I got suspicious of what was going on and what he was doing.
So I went in the closet, and I started looking through duffel bags and whatnot,
and I had picked up a box that you would keep checks in.
When I picked it up, it rattled.
So I opened it, and they were syringes.
And I thought, "Oh boy."
He was shooting up steroids,
and that was leading to his crazy, erratic behavior.
I approached him about what I found in the closet,
and that's when he got really pissed.
Scott smacked me in the face and attempted to take all my stuff,
and he put his hands around my neck and had me up against the wall
and tried to choke me.
I was so scared.
The police came, and they had asked me if everything was okay,
and then with that, Scott had come down the hall just,
"What the F are you doing here?"
And "Get the F out of here. Everything's fine."
Just really, really being belligerent.
And he resisted arrest,
and it took pepper spray to finally get him handcuffed.
That was my breaking point,
and I knew I couldn't stay in a situation like that.
As soon as my brother got wind of Scott,
he called me, and he was freaking out, like, "You're not going to believe this."
"Scott kidnapped a woman."
I seriously thought, "Holy shit, that could have been me."
And he said, "He's on the run. They're heading north."
"Do you have any ideas where he might be heading?"
And I said, "Yeah."
My brother asked if I would meet with Detective Hawkins,
and I agreed to it.
I shared with Janet Hawkins places that I had been to with Scott
that maybe I thought he would bring Karen back to.
I know Scott had a very good friend that lived up in North Carolina,
and I thought, "Well, for sure, he's probably going to go there."
And then it was on the TV and in the newspaper.
I was scared for her.
I was. I was scared for her.
We left St. Augustine, and we're driving north,
and we stayed at the Days Inn in North Carolina.
It was the same situation as in St. Augustine.
He gave me pills.
He kept the knife with him.
When I got up the next morning, we were getting ready to leave,
and I looked down and I saw the notepad.
I grabbed it and stuffed it in my pocket.
I don't know why I did that.
I don't know. I have no idea why I did it. To this day, I don't know.
From Charlotte, we went to Bryson City.
We stopped to eat.
I worked at the Bar-B-Que Wagon in Bryson City
as a head chef for 11 years.
It was a typical day at the Bar-B-Que Wagon.
Me being the main cook,
I had a little break after the lunch rush,
and so I walked outside out the back door,
which is against the parking lot,
to take me a quick smoke break.
And, um, that's where I was when I saw a vehicle pull in.
It was a dark black Jeep.
There was a lady who got out the passenger side
and just kind of stood there.
And so, you know, I gave her a friendly smile,
and, well, she didn't give me a friendly smile back.
And honestly, I thought, "What's wrong with her?"
She had this, I don't know, this blank look.
The gentleman got out and took her by the arm.
They went in the front door,
and I just went back to work, just like I normally would.
I went in to use the bathroom.
I looked in my purse, and I took the pen.
I wrote out the note, and it said,
"My name is Karen Kummerer. I've been abducted."
Um, "Please call the Daytona Beach Police Department."
"This is not a joke, and please be quiet."
I was hoping that no one would say anything
while we were in there eating.
I was afraid that I was gonna die if he found out.
We left the barbecue place, we stopped at a gas station,
and I went in to use the bathroom.
I was terrified at this point.
'Cause he would stand outside the bathroom door while I was in there.
And he would make sure that no one else was coming or going.
But I left another note.
I don't know. It must have been 20 minutes or so,
and I needed to go to the restroom.
When I turned around to flush the toilet,
there was something sticking out.
It wasn't supposed to be there, so I was going to clean it up.
The moment I touched that paper,
I had chills… immediately go all over me.
And I started reading it,
and knew at that moment exactly who wrote that note.
I went straight out of that bathroom
and straight, as fast as I could, to that phone.
And I called 911.
They asked if they were still there.
But I told the police that they were already gone.
When I think back to when they pulled into the parking lot,
I realized she wasn't being a, you know, "B."
She was scared.
She was terrified.
It was terror on her face.
Like, "Somebody please help me."
We received a call that a note had been found
that was left by Karen in a restaurant in North Carolina.
At this point, we're elated because Karen is still alive,
and she has enough presence of mind to leave us a note.
"This is where I am. Here's a breadcrumb."
When we got that first note, I was relieved.
She's still alive, so there's some hope there.
Once this note was found in North Carolina,
we now realized that he's crossed several state lines,
which is way out of our jurisdiction,
so we needed to bring in the FBI.
Kidnapping cases in the FBI usually do not end well.
The statistics will show most victims do not survive
after a certain amount of time.
I thought that Karen's decision to leave behind notes
was extremely smart.
I don't know that a lot of people would have thought of that
because you are so instilled with a fear of being harmed
that you would not do anything to jeopardize taking another breath.
She figured out at some point that, "I've got to do something."
"They're never gonna find me."
I believe that Scott Freeman was a very dangerous individual,
and that he was a ticking time bomb.
The hotels we were staying at did not require an ID,
and they only took cash,
because, of course, he didn't want to show an ID at that point.
Multiple times during this whole experience,
I told Scott, I said, "Just let me out here."
"Just leave me on the side of the road."
"Just let me go."
And he refused to do that.
On Friday, we left Pigeon Forge.
We went to Trenton, Georgia,
where I left another note in a gas station.
The same note as before.
"My name is Karen Kummerer. I've been kidnapped."
"Please call Daytona Beach Police Department."
"This is not a joke."
So after that, we continued on 100 miles to Snead, Alabama,
where I left another note in a gas station.
We stayed at a hotel
which was right across the street from a Wachovia bank,
and at this point, we were getting low on cash.
And I said, "Why don't we go over and take cash out of the bank?"
And he got really upset.
He took the knife. He slammed it down.
Then he said, "Don't forget I always have this."
Getting the notes was confirmation that she's still alive,
but it was a little frustrating
because it seems like we were still consistently one step behind.
Time is not our friend.
So the more time passes, the more concerned we are
that we're not gonna find Karen in time to save her life.
At this point in time, I did not know that they were seeing the notes.
When we were in a hotel room, I tried to make sure
the TV didn't turn on to the news because I was afraid it'd be on the news,
and I was afraid of what he'd do at that point.
On Monday, we drove from New Albany, Mississippi, to Greenville, Mississippi.
Cash was getting very low.
We stopped at a gas station,
and as we got ready to leave,
he said, "I got to make a phone call."
He went to the back of the car, and I could hear him yelling.
Couldn't understand what he was saying.
I wasn't sure who he was talking to.
He was really angry.
Law enforcement was monitoring Scott's parents' phone,
and they were able to intercept a phone call
from Scott to his mom demanding money.
The way Scott was speaking to his mother,
it was more than just angry.
The vitriol was palpable.
It was awful.
When he called,
he was on there long enough for the FBI to get a trace on the call
to pinpoint where he was calling from.
He's in Greenville, Mississippi.
We knew that we had to get the money in the bank.
We went to an ATM.
We got the $150.
He attempts to withdraw the money. Law enforcement's monitoring it.
They immediately send the FBI and local law enforcement
to the location of the ATM.
We left the ATM.
He went to a neighborhood and bought crack.
Then we took off down the highway.
I had driven home for lunch, which I sometimes did,
and was sitting at the kitchen table eating a sandwich when my phone rang.
And it was my supervisor.
He asked that I stop whatever I was doing
and to immediately get on the road
and head towards a small town called Leland, Mississippi.
I am on the telephone with Mississippi Highway Patrol,
Washington County Sheriff's Office,
Cleveland PD as well.
And within five minutes of being on Highway 61,
I knew the description of the vehicle.
I knew exactly what Karen looked like.
I knew exactly what Scott Freeman looked like.
And literally two minutes later,
I recognize a vehicle that matches the description,
and I slowly catch up.
It was obvious to me that it was Karen in the vehicle.
I'll never forget the look on her face.
I could see fear.
She didn't look my way. She was staring dead ahead.
And there was no talking.
And Mr. Freeman was also staring dead ahead.
At that point, my supervisor had contacted Mississippi Highway Patrol,
and there were several units in the area.
We're on the highway, and all of a sudden he goes,
"They're following us." I said, "What are you talking about?"
I looked up, and it seemed like a million police were following us.
The lights were going.
And he started yelling.
He said, "Give me a minute. Give me a minute."
We were going really fast. I was screaming.
And he went off the exit to the highway.
As soon as Mr. Freeman saw the highway unit,
he knew that they knew who he was.
She knew he had the knife.
She believed at any point, he could reach over and just take her out.
She was so close to being saved,
but probably in the most danger that she'd been in through the whole trip.
Then all of a sudden, they boxed us in.
Like, 25 police officers got out of their cruisers and held guns.
I was like, "Oh my God, oh my God, I'm going to die."
And then they just grabbed him out of the truck and threw him on the ground.
And then a beautiful deputy came and grabbed me.
And I said to him, "Do you have a gun?"
He said, "Yes." I said, "Don't let me go."
He brought me over to the EMS.
And they took my blood pressure. It was at 250 over 150.
And I would not go to the hospital.
I said, "I'm not leaving. He's got a gun. I'm staying with him."
And so then what he did was he calmed me down.
He brought me to Anne LaHaye's truck, the FBI agent, and he put me in there.
He goes, "You're gonna be safe here." And that's how it ended.
I remember I got a phone call. The FBI called and said, "We got Karen."
"We have her, and Scott's in custody."
And I was just like, "Thank God." It was, like, a surreal feeling.
When they got him, you know, everybody was so excited.
It was, like, a relief.
So much so, it was very emotional.
There were tears shed.
Law enforcement searched Scott's Jeep after he was in custody.
They found a switchblade knife in the open position
that was in the driver's side door pocket.
They found rope. They found blankets.
They found a can used to smoke crack cocaine.
That really gave an indication to law enforcement
that Scott, and Scott alone, planned this.
Once he was arrested, my captain and lieutenant decided that
because she had been traumatized so much,
they made a decision to not put her on the airplane,
but for myself and Jakari to drive up to pick her up and bring her back.
Karen appeared to be worn out and tired,
so we just made her comfortable and drove her back to Daytona.
The first moment I saw Karen, I gave her, like, the biggest hug.
I'm like, I didn't want to let her go.
It's definitely, uh, an emotional moment.
Karen was traumatized.
Everything scared her.
Like, she would hear a sound, it scared her.
You know, you couldn't talk really loud around her.
She wanted people around her all the time.
Karen's had to put up with a lot.
Why didn't she fight back? She couldn't. She was paralyzed.
That's what the fear did.
And people don't realize that.
For what Karen's been through, I admire how strong she is as a person.
When I was dating Scott,
and some of the signs that he was exhibiting at the time,
I was not aware of them being signs of potential domestic violence.
It was not as prevalent back then,
as well as discussed and open, as it is currently.
Since that time, I've done work on myself.
So it became quite clear
that this was a situation that was gonna become violent in the very beginning,
and I just did not even see the warning signs.
I'm doing great today.
I'm very blessed.
Um, I approach life a lot differently.
I feel so lucky to be alive, you have no idea.
I tell everybody, I said, "Life's too short."