The Most White Trash St. Louis Whodunit Of Our Time Is Unfolding On Facebook And It Has Everything - Murder, Drugs, Thefts, Junkies Doing Magic And More. The Elizabeth Cooke Saga.

+++ UPDATE+++
Facebook took down all the posts/profile a few hours ago because I’m pretty sure this is a full-blown federal investigation now. But thanks to my St. Louis correspondent J T-Man we were able to get screen shots of everything. So everything's back thanks to him. Huge thank you.

I'm gonna preface this blog stating up front that this entire thing seems fishy as hell. 

I knew JMac, I worked with Jmac, Jmac was a friend of mine. I am no Jmac.

That said, I owe it to everybody to bring this up because it's quite the hot topic amongst our friends to the south today. 

Here's what I've gathered.

Our story takes place in South St. Louis, Missouri. "The Lou" as Nelly endearingly refers to it.

Well South St. Louis is a far cry from Baseball Town St. Louis apparently. My good friend who put me on to this story, refers to it as the real life section of the city where the Gallaghers from "Shameless" lived. Just with more meth and heroin. 

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Here's where we're talking.

Speaking of meth and heroin, here is our cast of characters so you can put lovely faces with the names-

Here is the gist of this sordid tale. 

8 days ago a woman, Elizabeth Cooke, attempted to steal a man’s car in Marine Villa, he caught her in the act, and she fled But in the process, she dropped her phone in his car. 

Somehow, he was quick enough to video the entire thing. 

"What the fuck?" the man says at the video's outset, which was recorded on August 4.

"My friend sent me over here and told me that I could use his car because my car broke down," Cooke replies. "I'm so sorry, is this not my car?"

The man, who shall only be referred to as "the man" because nobody knows his name (no seriously, he's somehow kept his name out of this entire thing), offered the phone to the responding police but they said fuck it and declined to take it. 

The man then proceeds to go through her phone, (which didn't have a passcode) and he couldn't believe what he found… 

He took over her facebook account and begins to post hundreds of her messages, texts, and photos she had exchanged over the past year with her junkie friends with detailed incriminating planning describing in detail the execution of dozens of thefts around South City in the past 6 months. These scumbags all worked retail security, at storage facilities, and whatnot, and would all tip each other off as to what and when could be stolen and flipped for their next score.

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As sketch as this story all sounds, some of the property is now being recovered thanks to these tips. 

Her many junkie accomplices are posting denials. It's a white trash circus. 

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Yikes

This guy also posted her google search history which features some all too perfect classics like “how to hotwire [car brand]” and everybody's favorite “what is the easiest car to steal?”.

But then he discovered something much more sinister. 

It seems she befriended a 62-year-old ex-convict last December named Bobby Phillips. Bobby supposedly became so enamored of her that just three days after meeting her he writes a will leaving everything to Ms. Cooke. 

Two more days after that Bobby died of a drug overdose in her crack house. 

There’s now mounting circumstantial evidence that she deliberately spiked his drugs.

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(Oh yah, there's also a youtube page which has been set up where "the man" is posting her videos)

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Pretty fucked up but here's the thing, searching for an obituary or death record of Robert (Bobby) Phillips from this area, around this time, results in nothing…

Or so I thought..

So is this true? 

Is any of this true?

My guy JT broke this story to me at like 7 am this morning. I didn't know if it was real or not so I practiced caution, but he's been sending me updates and he gave a great breakdown of the whole thing 

The craziest part in perhaps all of this? Elizabeth Cooke is online, on her own facebook page, under a new profile of some guy named "Brad", defending herself over all these accusations.

Only problem is, these fucking morons documented everything. And even took video of themselves in the act.

Here is her mugshot btw. She's as real as they come and she's indeed in the system.

There is a TON more to this, all you have to do is click one of the facebook posts and start at the top of the timeline and work your way back a few days to when this began. I don't want to bog this blog down with a ton more embeds.

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We will keep things updated on this blog. Rest assured "the man" is on the case and will continue fighting the good fight

UPDATE - reader emails are starting to come in. 

Read your blog about Elizabeth Cooke today and it was mostly all of the same information that I had read on this NextDoor app post from last week. It does appear to be legit and “the guy’s” name is Rich Hall.  The posts have since been taken down. But there were a number of replies of people claiming to be familiar with the crack house she stayed in and even one or two that said they found their cars that had previously been stolen based on the info Rich was providing.  Also according to Rich’s posts the part about the police not taking her phone as evidence is incorrect. It was handed over to the police after he took screen shots, etc.

Just thought you may want to know. If you decide to use this info in any way please do not use my name or email address.

And this - 

Elizabeth Cooke Refused to Leave Airbnb Where Bobby Phillips Died, Community Organizer Says

“We’re a victim of Elizabeth’s shit also, and that really sucks because we’re a community organization that feeds people and helps people in times of need,” Jazz said. “We’re really not connected to her.”

At first, Cooke seemed OK, although some of her behavior seemed odd, Jazz says. She hoarded boxes full of makeup along with headphones and other electronics. Cooke told Jazz that she was a dumpster diver and her business was to find thrown-out items and resell them. “She would say, ‘Oh, I'm gonna clean them up and sell them online. But I was like, ‘Dude, this is trash.”’

Around Christmas, Cooke was still in the Airbnb when Bobby Phillips and another man Jazz knew only as JR showed up to Eco Village. Like a lot of unhoused people in the area, Bobby and JR made use of the nonprofit’s food share and shower.

“The two older men pulled our heartstrings,” Jazz says. “They’d just gotten out of jail. It's middle of winter. ‘Yeah, you guys can crash on the couch,’ I said. Not realizing what all of this would later fall into.”

On January 1, Jazz says, she saw flashing lights outside the house on Kensington and went to see what had happened. In the Airbnb, Phillips was dead on his back in the middle of the room. Jazz says that Cooke claimed Phillips had knocked on her door and then fell dead upon entering the room. Cooke’s behavior struck Jazz as strange. She didn’t seem all that concerned for Phillips; she didn’t seem that worried at all. According to Jazz, the woman now known to followers of the Facebook saga as Gypsy Jen was also on the premises, hiding in a bedroom as the police asked questions.

As the police and EMS began to leave, Jazz asked them why they weren’t taking Phillips’ body with them. They blamed COVID protocols, according to Jazz.

“Well regardless of COVID,” she says she told them. “This is suspicious.”

At that point, Jazz says, “Elizabeth popped up and said, ‘I’ll take care of it. I’ll take care of it because I'm his power of attorney.’”

Given that Cooke and Phillips had met just days before, Jazz says she was suspicious when she heard Phillips had supposedly signed over power of attorney to a new acquaintance. She looked at Cooke, then to the police. “This doesn’t seem weird to you all?” she asked.

Apparently it didn’t. The authorities left Phillips’ body in the Airbnb, leaving it to Jazz to make arrangements for the body to be taken away by a funeral home.

After Phillip’s death, Jazz attempted to evict Cooke from the Airbnb but she refused, at first trying to claim “squatter’s rights,” then relying on the city’s eviction moratorium.

As January turned to February, “random dudes who clearly looked like drug addicts” became a constant presence at the Airbnb, Jazz says. “It was always me having to go down there every day telling people to get out of my house.” One night, she corralled as many of Eco Village’s volunteers as she could to go to the Airbnb and kick out a large number of people. Another time, Jazz says, she walked into the Airbnb and saw blatant hard drug use going on.

The only two rules of the Airbnb, Jazz says, were no violence and no hard drugs.

She says Cooke also kept three cats in the Airbnb. Cooke had so much stuff with her, stacked so high, that the cats knocked a pile of headphones and other small electronics into a window, breaking it.

As Jazz continued to try to evict Cooke, she says, she told the St. Louis Sheriff’s Department, “I’m pretty sure they killed this dude at the house.” Still, nothing happened.