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- I'm setting up. - Okay.

- Okay. Rolling. - Okay.

- Yeah, just watch your step. - Okay.

It's this way?

Yeah.

So Angie, you mentioned wanting to listen to the 911 call.

Yes.

You can hit play where it is right now.

Tuesday night, my mom had just called me and said,

"Justine just called me."

"She said she needs to go to the hospital, and she doesn't sound right."

I ran up to her front door,

and her doors are never locked, and they were locked.

So I go around to the back door and I hear...

After the first time she screamed, I hear bang, bang, bang.

And I'm thinking it's her like, hitting the walls,

like, wanting me to hurry up.

And then I'm trying to get the door open. I can't get it open.

I'm trying to kick it open, and then she screamed again.

And then I hear bang, bang, bang, again.

I mean, the most god-awful scream you've ever heard in your life.

So I... I gotta run around to the other side of the house

and see if I can break in the front somewhere.

And all of a sudden, her... the garage door's open,

and I'm like, what is...? What the hell? Like, how did I miss that?

So I start to sprint into her house.

And Ben Foster comes out. And I went...

He says, "Why don't you go in there and get her,

and I'll get the car ready, and we'll take her to the hospital."

And I go running in there and as soon as I get inside the door, there's Justine.

Oh! It was so awful. And she was not moving.

Copy.

I was working for the Grants Pass police department,

and I was assigned as the criminal investigations division lieutenant.

Call came in at seven o'clock.

We had officers get in their cars and immediately start heading that way.

Hello?

Come in. Back here, please. Back here!

Who's all in the house?

- Just her now. - Okay. Is she okay?

She had ropes around her throat.

Just go and stand right here for me. What's her name?

Justine.

Go ahead and send in medical.

I've been in law enforcement for over 33 years and, um...

I've seen very few scenes as horrific and terrible as this one was.

Um, it was obvious that Justine had really been tortured and hurt badly.

Approximately 30-year-old female, naked.

She's been severely, uh, beaten about the face.

I'm currently assigned to the investigations division as a detective

for the Grants Pass Police Department.

Let's be very careful with evidence, please.

The victim, Justine, she was unconscious. She wasn't responding.

She was transported to a hospital on Medford.

What is that crazy guy's name that Justine was seeing?

- Benjamin what? - Okay, slow down a little.

Benjamin Obadiah Foster.

Right off the bat we did have a suspect.

He was identified as, uh, Ben Foster.

Are they boyfriend-girlfriend?

Yes.

How long have they been dating?

A couple months.

What was he wearing?

Well, he just has a little weird ponytail. I saw that.

I know it's him because I just met him a few days ago.

It was painted pretty quickly by Angela.

Ben had been arrested in Las Vegas for assaulting an ex-girlfriend.

The name was the name she gave me

because they've looked him up.

She has all that rap sheet out of Clark County.

That was the one that I name scanned, Benjamin Foster.

- Good. - We learned that

Benjamin Foster was involved in multiple incidents in Las Vegas

and had a lot of similarities to what occurred here in Grants Pass.

Grants Pass is a small town.

Generally, we're dealing with a lot of nuisance crimes, a lot of thefts,

a lot of the lower level crimes.

This type of incident,

it shouldn't be happening in Grants Pass, Oregon.

I was really, really worried.

We were concerned about our community.

We know we have to get this man into custody.

What if he does it to somebody else?

At one point, I did think that Ben could have been the one for me.

It's hard to pinpoint the emotions that you feel when,

you know, you love someone and,

unfortunately, this person could have killed you.

I met Ben in the summer of 2012.

We were both working at a day club at a Las Vegas strip hotel.

He was a barback and I was a server.

He was cute, tall, athletic.

Ice blue eyes, dark hair.

He was very smart, and I think that that's what attracted me to him initially.

I don't know if I was exactly looking for a relationship,

but eventually that's what it turned into.

We dated probably for about a year before we actually moved in together.

Ben could be very, very sweet.

He would leave notes like,

"Hey, I hope you have a good day today. I love you."

We had a normal relationship.

We would go on dinner dates, go to Disneyland,

you know, hang out with all of our friends.

But Ben was just not very... comfortable around people.

He's a very, like, lone wolf kind of person, very closed off.

I think Ben might have had a little bit of a jealousy streak.

I was helping my ex, uh, stay in the country, who was foreign.

And Ben got really, really upset

that I was continuing to help this person.

He kind of started hastily, like, questioning.

Like, not yelling, but kind of in a more intense tone

than what you would normally speak to someone in.

And was just... obviously visibly upset.

I just didn't understand why he was so upset.

My ex was actually in a relationship with another person, was engaged.

In hindsight, I think that Ben had been set off by that

because of what he had been doing himself.

It wasn't until later that I found out

Ben was actually seeing his ex-girlfriend behind my back.

Ben came from Oregon, so he is very outdoorsy.

He had a very intense passion for guns

and knives and martial arts.

He would get new knives every week.

New guns. We would go to gun shows every weekend.

It was an obsession.

He had this weird, like, practice knife

that he used to mess around and pretend to, like, slit my throat.

In a very playful manner kind of thing.

At the time, it didn't seem to be anything alarming.

But now it just, it kind of seems very odd seeing how everything played out.

One afternoon, Ben and I had gotten into some kind of bickering match.

I just remember him being, like, really fidgety and shifty and very on edge.

Me being the person that I am and trying to push his buttons,

I told him that I threw away a brand-new gun that he just bought.

And then he pushed me down, and he hit me.

Slapped me. A pretty hard open-hand slap.

He was in a blind rage. You could see it in his eyes.

Ben was definitely not the same person that I was in love with.

It was a stranger.

I was just very shocked. I was very scared.

I immediately just booked it. I grabbed my keys, and I left.

I decided to call the police.

After I gave the police my statement, they accompanied me back to the house.

Then they handcuffed him and put him in jail.

Within a few months of Ben's arrest,

he was let out of jail.

He had gone from my boyfriend to my ex-boyfriend,

and unbeknownst to me, he had started stalking me.

It was a super rainy fall afternoon.

I was going to watch some football games with some of my friends,

but I needed to go home and get a jacket.

I pull up to the house that Ben and I shared,

and he was outside of his car.

He was yelling. He was screaming.

He was banging his fist on my car,

telling me to unlock the door, telling me to come out of the car.

I asked him to leave.

Ben angrily got in his car, and he sped off,

and I wait a little bit, maybe about 15 minutes,

and then I proceeded to go into the house.

And as soon as I get to the closet,

Ben grabs me by the hair, and he pulls me down to the ground.

I had no idea Ben had gotten to the condo.

I'm just kind of like a rag doll at this point.

He's dragging me on the floor.

He goes to slice my face.

I put my hand up,

and he almost slices this pinky all the way off.

I'm bleeding all over myself,

and I am just thinking that this is probably going to be the day that I die.

He takes me into the garage, and he pins me down,

and he is just all-out whaling on me at this point.

And then he gets up.

And when he gets up, I know that that's my only chance to try to get away.

So I get up as fast as I can. I hit the garage door.

And I just army crawl out of the garage into the rain.

I'm covered in blood, and I... I run to the leasing office.

They called police.

Once the police get there, they go to the house to talk to Ben.

And at this point, Ben cleaned everything up.

He cut his own face, told the police that I cut his face

and that I instigated the incident.

That's when they came back to the leasing office,

and they put me in handcuffs.

The police never wanted to listen to my side of the story.

I could not understand how me covered in my own blood

with defensive wounds all over me,

how they could put me in handcuffs and try to take me to jail.

Honestly, it's the worst... one of the worst days of my life.

After escaping with my life, I had to spend 18 hours in jail.

The officers did not look up Ben's record

and did not know that Ben had been arrested

for attacking me prior to that.

But the judge did a little bit of digging,

and she made the DA look into the previous incident report

when he had gone to jail for attacking me

and ended up ruling and dismissing the domestic charges against me.

After I get out of jail,

I come home,

and he had stolen all of my belongings

I have no clothes, absolutely no clothes, not even underwear.

All of my personal things

like my birth certificate, my social security card.

He literally took everything.

Come, baby. Come, baby girl. Come.

Come, come, come, come. Come. Good girl.

Her name's Maya.

She's a little shih tzu with a cute, little sassy personality.

Ben loved my dog.

I think he liked hanging out with my dog more than me.

I think the thing that really locked me in

and really, really attracted him to me the very most

was the way that he took care of my dog.

I'll pass it when she comes right at me.

There's nothing to bite.

He got her all kinds of cool gifts,

backpacks, just all kinds of cute stuff.

And he was always really, really kind to Maya. He loved her so much.

I met Benjamin when I started doing Krav Maga.

Krav Maga is combative. Um, it's like a mixed martial arts.

It's not fancy like Kung Fu. It's more... I guess more violent.

Ben came from a really good family.

He was planning to get in law enforcement.

He wasn't on drugs. He barely even drink.

On paper, it seemed like he was a solid person.

We were friends for probably around a month.

And that's when it escalated a little bit further.

But it was never an actual girlfriend-boyfriend relationship

for a lot of the time that we were seeing each other.

I wasn't really looking for that, and he would never admit it,

but I knew that he was seeing other people.

And I wasn't trying to force him into anything.

So I'd just see him a few times a week sometimes, and sometimes I didn't.

But when he did come by, Ben didn't always seem present.

He's there physically,

but you don't really know what he's thinking about.

And I felt like he spent a lot of time thinking of his exes.

Turned out he was.

In December 2017,

I get a text message from Ben,

and it's a novel of him explaining that he's been going to therapy,

and one of the steps that he's taken

is trying to make amends with people that he's hurt

and that he just wanted to be able to have a face-to-face conversation for closure.

We met at a restaurant.

He was just telling me how sorry he was and how he wishes that he didn't mess up,

that I was the love of his life, and it seemed like he was genuinely sorry

about what he did, and it seemed like he was really trying to make a change.

I almost felt bad for him

and wanted to be there for him as a friend.

It's kind of like a Stockholm syndrome kind of thing.

So you in turn start feeling bad for them, which is a very weird thing to do.

We started speaking on a regular basis through text again,

and we had begun hanging out again.

It was Christmas Eve, and he's sitting in my living room.

I leave my cell phone on the table.

And I go into the other room to change,

and when I come back, I don't see Ben on the couch.

Ben comes from around the corner in my kitchen and starts strangling me.

It happened so fast, but I knew that I had just made a very serious mistake.

He takes me down to the couch and strangles me until I'm unconscious.

When I wake up, he's punching my walls, and he is walking around.

And I just immediately get up, and I run out of my back door

and jump off of my first-floor balcony.

I ran to the first car that I saw.

It was a female with a dog in her car, and she let me in. I had no shoes on.

She was so helpful. She was so amazing.

And she 1000% saved my life.

911 emergency.

Police, please.

The police come.

This officer literally grabs me by the shoulders and tells me,

"You cannot see this person anymore."

"This person could've taken you away from your family right before Christmas."

"Like, there's no apology that is worth your life."

Ben went to jail again, and the State ended up pressing charges for me.

There was supposed to be a trial,

but nothing was happening in any sort of urgency, I'll say.

After that, I was just always looking over my shoulder

thinking that Ben would be there.

There was always just this constant state of fear

that the other shoe would drop and maybe he would be able to finish out

whatever he was trying to do the last time that he attacked me.

About a year after I met Ben,

he had a series of really unfortunate events.

And one of them was losing his job.

And then for a while he couldn't pay rent, so then he ended up essentially moving in.

When he moved in,

we had probably been seeing each other a little over a year, year and a half.

It was still nothing serious or anything like that.

It was just... He needed help, and I helped him.

It wasn't too long after that where things started getting...

...a little crazy.

It was difficult because he was always sick,

always depressed, had anxiety.

Couldn't get a job because he couldn't even get out of bed.

I would question him about like, "What's your plan?"

"What are you gonna do?"

"I don't mind helping you out, but I can't carry this forever."

One day, I was trying to reason with him.

He came up from behind me and slammed me on the ground.

It was completely unexpected.

We weren't arguing.

I was so shocked.

That was the first time he ever put his hands on me.

And then he started getting really weird.

He started saying people were following him.

He really thought people were trying to get him.

And I'm getting scared.

The paranoia didn't stop.

It just escalated real fast.

By September, Ben had already attacked me quite a few times.

I never knew what was going to happen next.

And every time he would attack me,

it'd be worse the next time and worse the next time.

Nothing logical made sense to him anymore.

And I didn't know how... I didn't know what to do.

I didn't know how to get away from him or get him out.

I didn't tell any of my friends because... because I was embarrassed.

I just didn't want them to know that I was one of those girls

that was with a guy who was beating me.

A lot of the time I would... During the week, I would stay in a hotel

because I was scared of him.

But I couldn't afford the weekends because they were so expensive.

And I decided to file a restraining order against Ben.

I met the Las Vegas police around the corner from where my condo was at.

They tell me, "Okay, we're going to go serve it."

I said, "Great. What happens if he doesn't answer the door?"

They said, "Nothing."

"Well, that's my... that's my place."

"He moved his belongings to my place, and I need to get into my place

to get some things so I can get myself together for work."

"Can't you at least escort me into my place so I can get my belongings

that I need so I don't get beaten up?"

"Uh-uh. No, we don't do that."

The police did take the restraining order and go to serve it to Ben,

and as I thought, he did not answer the door.

And that was that.

They left, and they left the paper there at the door.

I sat outside of my apartment for a couple hours,

and I didn't know what to do or where to go.

I was absolutely scared to go inside

because I had just served him a restraining order.

But I was so tired. I was so exhausted. I just didn't know what else to do.

I didn't know where to go.

So I walked into the door.

I went straight to my room and laid down and passed out.

When I woke up, he was sitting on top of me.

He had one hand holding both my arms behind my back.

And he started shaving my head with the clippers.

Shaved my head bald.

And he said, "No man will ever look at you or think you're pretty."

If I fought back, I knew that I wouldn't win.

I knew there was nothing I could do about it.

He already just buzzed the whole center of my head. It's gone.

This was a completely different person that I couldn't reason with anymore.

The best thing that I could possibly do if I wanted to not get my face smashed

was to just be quiet.

For weeks, he kept me there.

I wasn't allowed to go anywhere out of his sight.

When we slept, I would either sleep tied up

or he'd be behind me and have a gun to my head.

He stripped me naked so I couldn't hide anything

or have anything on me.

I did not have access to my phone.

Three to five days in, he said, "I'm going to kill you."

And I knew he was.

I could see it in his eyes that he was gonna kill me.

I was really scared.

Things escalated.

He'd attacked me, like, several times over the next few days.

I would ask him like, "Why are you doing this to me? Like, why are you..."

"I've taken care of you for the last year, you know,

like, why are you doing this to me?"

And he'd look at me and say, "I have to."

I was like, "Okay."

And then he'd have, like, moments where he'd just look at me and say,

"I deserve to go to jail for the rest of my life for what I've done to you."

Eventually, my credit card was maxed so far that I couldn't order,

you know, any food, and we had no water.

So we had to go to the grocery store.

I'm thinking this could be my chance.

So I just said there's no more food for Maya. We have no food to eat.

He's like, "Okay, we need to go to the store."

So we jump in my car.

He makes me drive.

At that moment, I was thinking maybe I'll be able to get away.

We go to the first grocery store, and it's right down the road.

It's a small grocery store. I thought maybe he'd feel more comfortable.

And right when I pulled into the parking spot,

he said Maya has to go to the bathroom. I'm gonna let her go. I said, okay.

I was super scared.

I unbuckled my seatbelt,

and I jumped out of the car really quick, and I ran.

I didn't have my phone. I didn't have any money.

So I run inside the store, and I'm frantic,

and I see someone who works there. I explained the situation.

I said, "Do you have an office or a room I can lock myself in? I need to hide."

She said, "No, there's no... We don't have any office here."

I said, "Okay. He's outside with my dog. He's walking her right now."

And I said, "Do you have a back door, anything?"

And she said, "Yeah, we have a back door."

So I ran out the back door.

I ran into this apartment complex, and I didn't look back.

I just kept running forward.

I didn't know if he was gonna find me, what was gonna happen.

And there was a guy sitting in his car. And he was like, "Are you okay?"

And he's just like, "Do you need a ride to the hospital?"

I was like, "Yes, take me to the hospital."

Okay.

When I got to the hospital, I was treated for seven broken ribs,

two black eyes, had bruises all over my body,

lacerations all over my body, cauliflower ears,

and damage to both my eyes.

The nurse comes into the hospital room and tells me that

she had to call the cops.

Hi, Jaimee. I'm Officer Casper.

These cops are staying here to talk to you.

Hi.

We need to know the story about what happened, what brought you here.

We need to know information about him.

We're not the other officers that helped you out or that you dealt with before.

I mean, I don't know how much to tell you.

Like, I never knew...

This has never happened to me before.

I've never...

Speaking to the police, I didn't feel... safer.

I felt more scared.

We are going to do everything we can to help you with this,

and to do that, we need to know who this person is.

If he gets arrested...

...it's not like you can hold him that long.

I didn't think the police would be able to keep me safe.

If they did arrest him, I knew he'd be out shortly.

It wouldn't be long before he came after me again,

and he would find me.

All right, Jaimee, what's the address there?

I gave my statement to the police.

Later that night, I'm released from the hospital,

and a SWAT officer drives me home.

He had called the judge, and they got a search warrant for my place

to go and arrest Ben.

When we got to my place, I see ambulance,

fire department, news team, helicopters, drones.

They had already bombed the place.

Every... All the windows were blown out with tear gas.

The front door was on the ground in the front lawn.

Ben came out holding Maya.

One of the officers took her from him and brought her to me,

and then they put him in the car.

One day, I was just, you know, sitting on my couch,

hanging out watching TV,

and I see Ben's face plastered on the news.

He's accused of holding his girlfriend captive, beating her,

burning her with lye, even shaving her head and tying her up.

He had done some pretty terrible things to the girl that he was dating after me.

I was very much in disbelief and shock.

I was just thinking about the fact that he had the...

the past that he had.

That he was able to do this to someone else was just mind-boggling.

But then on the other side of the coin,

it was something that was serious enough to gain a little bit of traction

to maybe put him in jail for, you know, a good amount of time.

Just last week, police say Foster

barricaded himself inside for hours.

Ben was charged with battery domestic violence by strangulation,

kidnapping first degree, as well as a few other charges,

but I didn't want to go to trial.

I didn't want to show up in that courtroom. I didn't want to do that.

It wasn't just fear of testifying.

It was having to sit in a room with him

and having to feel that again.

The DA and the police all had more than enough evidence.

They had taken hundreds of pictures of me. I've given my statement.

They saw what I looked like.

Why do I have to go there and sit in front of him?

So the DA cut him a deal.

At the end of the day, if we don't have a willing participant,

a willing victim that wants to come to court,

and this victim did not want to come to court,

uh, we have to do what we can to salvage, uh, a conviction.

He was sentenced to a maximum 30 months in jail,

but given credit for two years already served.

I find out that he was let out of jail, and he got time served.

I was always on guard and on alert and very vigilant

knowing that Ben was out there again.

I mean, now it's starting to develop into a sort of pattern.

He was showing that he was growing increasingly more dangerous.

He was 100% going to hurt someone else.

I do believe Ben Foster is evil.

I don't... I don't know how he ever got turned loose on Oregon

to brutalize my friend like that.

It... it was just all so unnecessary. He should have never been here.

AMR is getting ready to transport to the hospital.

They're actually talking about intubation.

She's got severe injuries to the face.

Oh my God, what I walked into here, I sure didn't expect.

Dear God.

I spoke to police and the detectives,

and then me and my cousin went straight to the hospital.

Justine was completely, like, in a coma

and just so beaten, so brutalized.

They didn't think she was gonna make it.

Justine is a very, very dear friend to me.

She's just larger than life.

She's beautiful.

I mean, she's like everybody's favorite bartender in town.

She's just the most talented human being I've ever met.

All I wanted was just for her to wake up.

It's all I wanted, you know.

In southern Oregon, a manhunt is underway.

If you see any hitchhikers, call 911 and don't pick them up, okay?

It really shook up this little town.

Everyone was just sick about it.

Devastated that Justine was hurt.

Frantically wanting him to be caught.

Thirty-six-year-old Benjamin Obadiah Foster

on the run after allegedly kidnapping and trying to kill a woman.

Authorities are warning he's extremely dangerous.

Ben Foster had been identified

and had fled from the scene prior to the officers' arrival.

- All right. - Come on out.

Who are you? Are you Ben? That looks like him.

We needed to capture the suspect so that he didn't victimize anyone else.

I'll confirm who you are. If you're not the guy, we'll let you go.

It's not him.

We actually called in more resources to help this manhunt for Ben.

We had reached out to the US Marshals as well to assist in this.

And then it was basically every detective within the Grants Pass Police Department

going through every open-source piece of information.

Social media, prior addresses in those open sources trying to find out

a place that he hid.

We found out that Ben Foster had grown up in Grants Pass,

had family in the area.

Mom and Dad were very helpful.

When was the last time you saw Ben or talked to him?

- Eight last night. - Last night.

He came in...

- Whirlwind. - A whirlwind, yeah.

And just took out boatloads of clothing.

And I'm going, "Well, are you moving in with Justine?"

Uh, I'm not gonna get into great detail,

but Justine is in the hospital.

And she is in, uh, really, really, really bad shape.

Oh my God.

Well, that fits what happened in Vegas.

If you guys have contact with Benjamin,

it is in his best interest to contact the police and turn himself in

because everybody is looking for him right now.

You know what, it wouldn't surprise me if he didn't try to head back to Vegas.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

You know, something snapped in him.

I don't know what, but...

it... it really breaks our heart.

On Thursday, January 26th,

we received a tip through our narcotics detectives

that Ben Foster was in the Sunny Valley area.

Sunny Valley is a rural area with a lot of farms and ranches,

and it's a very forested area out there.

We set up a surveillance in Sunny Valley,

and Ben Foster was observed outside a residence.

Let's get cover right here.

We found out the house belonged to a female named Tina Jones.

So we pre-deployed scout teams to get at least eyes on the house

with binoculars...

Going down.

...to see if they could see anything.

It appears that Tina's dogs alerted to the officers out in the forest.

Ben Foster came out of the residence,

and you can tell that he had some concern about what the dogs were barking at.

Ben begins doing counter-surveillance.

He climbed up on the roof of Tina's house with a set of binoculars.

One of our guys has eyes on a guy on the trailer with a shaved head.

Then he came down and started doing ground property checks

and ultimately spots one of the surveillance guys

that are in the bushes and then takes off running.

- He went there. - That way?

Yeah. Up through there. Straight to your left.

Track him through there.

He wore blue jeans and a camo jacket.

A handful of officers from every agency that were up there

gave chase and then saw him go down an embankment.

He knows where he's going.

He could be through the freeway.

Easily. Easy.

Unfortunately, we lost visual contact with him.

Our hearts just dropped because this dangerous man, we felt, had gotten away.

At the time we served the search warrant on Tina's residence...

- This is Tina. - Hi, Tina.

She's been read her rights...

Tina was identified as a female that was a friend of Ben Foster's family.

I'm not trying to make this inconvenient, but you harbored a fugitive.

I didn't know who it was... that he was.

We have reason to believe that you harbored him

and helped him tamper with evidence.

During the search of Tina's house...

...we found a small, light travel backpack

that when we opened it had Ben's wallet in there,

had his ID, a large amount of cash.

It looked like he had kind of assembled a go bag,

a kit to get ready to like flee out of state and flee out of the area.

A handbag containing, uh, three cell phones.

We found multiple cell phones, but every phone was wrapped in tinfoil.

We found a tablet and a laptop that both had the camera covered.

Everything that had any kind of electronic communication

was wrapped in tinfoil.

He just exhibited this extreme paranoia that he was being tracked.

There was a cell phone found with the go bag.

And when that cell phone was accessed,

uh, we discovered that dating apps had been accessed.

He may have been using dating apps

potentially to get assistance in fleeing from the state

or to target potential victims.

And we are back with our national lead and the race to find a man

who police say may be using dating apps to lure and then attack women...

Our greatest fear is that we were going to end up with more victims,

and that's the reason why we got that information out

to the national media,

to let women know to watch out while Ben Foster was on the loose.

There's a manhunt right now for a suspect in a brutal kidnapping

who police say may actually be searching online right now for his next victim.

Thirty-six-year-old Benjamin Obadiah Foster is accused of...

I had gone some peaceful years not really thinking much about Ben.

And then I see that there is a manhunt for Ben.

I hear the word manhunt and a little voice inside of my head is like,

"Is it possible that he would come back here?"

I was consistently glued to the television.

I just hoped that Ben was not going to come back to Las Vegas.

And one day I got a phone call out of the blue from Ben's brother,

and I hadn't spoken to him in over a year,

and he told me that Ben was on the run.

He was crying, and he said, "I'm sorry that I never believed anything you said."

And he told me...

"I didn't wanna believe any of it was true,

but I know that you weren't lying now because he just did it to somebody else,

and she's really bad. It's really bad."

"And they're looking for him right now, and he's out. He's on the run."

"I just wanted you to know to be careful

because he might come down there, you know?"

On Sunday the 29th,

our fugitive apprehension teams continued to search for Ben Foster.

We were trying absolutely every angle that we could.

We had rotating groups of people

that were continuously going out to Sunny Valley

to keep shaking anything.

And then we moved into Monday.

I remember just trying to talk with my partners.

Like, what am I missing here?

What... what is some other tools, some other resource that we can have?

I interviewed Tina at the jail

because we were concerned that she knew where Ben Foster was.

She had told us he'd showed up the night of the 24th, said,

"I got in a fight with my parents. Can I stay here?"

And they all go to the same church in Sunny Valley.

And so she said, "Yeah, you can stay here."

And allowed him to park the car there.

She said that she didn't really know that he was on the run from law enforcement.

We are still looking for Mr. Foster,

and we're concerned that, uh, he is still up there.

- Not in your house, but somewhere. - No.

He shouldn't be in the house because between, um,

Ron and Rick,

they're up there taking care of my dogs.

She was concerned about her dogs,

and there was two dogs that were still at the house.

And she provided the name of Richard Baron

of somebody that she trusted to take care of her dogs.

My partners communicated with Richard,

said, "Hey, are you okay with taking care of the dogs?" He says, "Yes."

Uh, explained that we were unable to locate Ben.

So if there was any concerns about anything, please call us.

We did finally get a tip

that someone had called for a taxi ride from the Sunny Valley area.

A guy who works for a cab company

said that he got a phone call requesting a ride.

The person that provided the name for the ride was Richard Baron,

Tina's neighbor.

The cab driver knew that Richard was an older male,

and per the cab driver, was like, "This guy did not sound old."

So he declined.

He knew about this manhunt for Ben and then called us.

Shortly after that, I got a phone call from Detective Sergeant Hamilton

saying that they were at Richard's house.

Two bodies over here.

Two in there.

We need to get major crimes out.

They found Richard deceased,

and then they also found his caretaker Ronald Griffith.

They were both deceased in the living room.

There's blood... there's blood drag marks right there.

They had been killed in a residence

just across from where Tina's residence was.

We suspect that Ben had broken in

and held them hostage while he was there hiding.

They had both violently been beaten.

- Gas. - Big time.

The house had an overpowering odor of gasoline.

Both the bodies were covered in wood pellets,

and the wood pellet stove was on.

Looks like he was intending on them burning.

Yeah.

I had no doubt when they told me that that it was connected to Ben.

We called cab companies and discovered

that another cab company had picked up a subject from Richard's house.

Does that look like the guy?

Didn't have the beard on. But he was a tall guy.

- The stature matches? - Yeah.

Okay.

They had driven him back to, uh, the city of Grants Pass.

They even told us that they had dropped this person off

near the area of Justine's house where this crime had occurred

and described him as having a small white dog with him.

- Hello. - Hey.

Justine's neighbor actually caught, like, a glimpse

of a guy matching Ben's description.

Someone told you that our suspect

was in the house on Shane Way?

He said something too like he was walking a dog?

At, like, ten this morning?

Detectives were able to get some surveillance video from the neighborhood.

We got photos of the last time he was seen on video...

Carhartt tan-colored jacket, jeans.

Tan Carhartt jacket, blue jeans, white dog with a blue vest.

- Clean-shaven, trim cut. - Perfect.

...that showed Ben Foster there with the white dog

just down the street from Justine's residence.

Copy. Let's go around and help them out in the front.

We were fairly confident that it was Ben there hiding at Justine's house.

So we called Jackson County SWAT team over.

You have shooters on this side. You got a shooter here.

You need to get three guys here for front door.

We wanted to prevent him from being able to slip away

like he was able to do in the rural area of Sunny Valley.

Several law enforcement agencies, including Grants Pass police,

have blocked off the roadway all across this community.

Everybody, scoot back. Go back further please.

Guys, if you can get across the street, please.

We need to take the door. We need to open the garage.

We need to start clearing with technology and with K-9

and knock out this house.

Benjamin Foster, we have a warrant for your arrest.

Come out with your hands in the air.

For hours, we attempted announcements into the house...

We need bangs front and rear.

...deployed chemical munitions into the house.

Out of the way!

We have a search warrant. Come out with hands in the air.

But there was no response.

We believed, at that point, that Ben was actually inside the residence.

So we had to go and obtain a search warrant

to be able to gain access.

When we had that, uh, the search warrant, made entry, uh, into the residence.

They're set. They're ready. We're good on you.

Is that it?

They'd sent Jackson County SWAT team into the house with their K-9 and drones

to search the house.

Right and left cabin negative.

Primary is clear.

There was no luck. No Ben.

He's gotta be in there somewhere.

We checked all closets. Didn't see anyone.

He's on foot in the area if he isn't in there.

Yeah.

I felt defeated that I...

Maybe I missed something.

What about sending a small team up with the dog,

throw the K-9 in underneath the crawlspace?

They started a secondary search outside the residence.

There's a K-9 back there.

And they found an access area underneath the home.

I got movement. I got movement.

The dog indicated that there was something down there.

He's under the house, looking through the fence.

Get behind armor.

Let's go nice and slow. We got him.

He had hidden himself underneath the residence.

Let's get some pepper ball or some sort of munition in that hole.

Pepper ball to be delivered to the crawlspace now.

At that point, we put some chemical agents under there.

They used Jackson County's robot and sent it in there.

The second they send in the robots underneath the house, they see bags,

clothing, a sleeping bag.

And then as they're moving through underneath the space, they see him, Ben.

Hey, he's kneeled down. He's looking outside.

He starts moving all over the place,

and he manages to stay still long enough to see that he's got a pistol in his hand.

Guys, watch the vents. Watch the vents.

One of the robots actually has a speaker

that they can use their negotiator to talk through.

Never got a response.

Benjamin Foster.

And then...

There was a gunshot.

One of the robots moves to get a better position of where he's at.

When they moved over, they saw that there was apparent injury to him.

As they got in closer, they were able to see that

he had a self-inflicted gunshot wound.

Jesus that fucking sound.

He was taken to the hospital where he died shortly after that.

A man accused of kidnapping and torturing a woman in Oregon is dead

after a standoff with authorities.

Police had been searching for 36-year-old Benjamin Foster

for more than a week.

Investigators say he was using dating apps to find potential victims...

I have a lot of people say to me, "Oh, he took the easy way out,

and he killed himself." And I'm like, "He's right where he belongs."

"He's burning in hell."

I was terrified Justine was going to be a vegetable.

And I thought it was because I hadn't found that rope soon enough.

I could not believe she finally woke up.

I wouldn't be alive.

I would not be alive today if it wasn't for Angie and her mom.

Torture's, like, is an understatement of what I went through.

I mean, I would have never guessed this... that this would happen to me.

Never in a million years.

I mean, you don't wake up thinking like, "Somebody's gonna try to kill me today."

Ben and I had been hanging out probably for about two months total.

It was a very casual relationship.

I never saw any red flags because he was nothing but nice to me.

But one day Ben came over to Angie's house,

and he was asking for clean urine

because he had to pass a urinalysis test.

I got very curious because normally when you're required to take a urinalysis test

it's because you're in trouble for something with the law.

So I started going on the internet,

and that's when I found out about his history in Las Vegas.

I mean, I was very shocked.

I thought I needed to tell my boss because, at the end of the day,

you don't want somebody working for you in the bar industry giving people alcohol

that has a history of, you know, abusing women.

And he got fired, ultimately, because of it.

Ben knew I was the reason he got fired.

So I got to the point where I just... I stopped hanging out with him.

Probably like a month after he got fired, I got home,

and he'd been there all day in my garage.

I just remember sitting on my couch and him coming out of my garage

and just started beating me.

He said I got him fired.

Ben held me captive and basically kidnapped me.

It was almost three days.

He just beat me and beat me and beat me and beat me.

He beat me so bad that I have traumatic brain damage.

I remember hearing, like, some knocking outside.

When Angie found me,

I was like, "Finally, I'm safe."

Because otherwise, like, I don't think I would have made it.

This photo is when Justine, she had just come out of the hospital.

It was the best... best moment ever.

After it happened, I had nightmares and flashbacks.

And the minute I saw Justine out one day and saw her okay,

that all just stopped.

It was the weirdest thing ever.

You know what I mean? Just seeing her whole again, it just stopped.

I never dreamed that she'd be whole and doing so good again.

It's just so awesome.

I should have known.

She's the strongest, most talented person I've ever met.

It's been a long road, a very long road.

I had to learn how to re-walk because my muscles were so atrophied.

I was so skinny.

I just had my teeth done, thank goodness, because he punched out all my teeth.

So it was just... it was just a lot to deal with.

Like, I'm very lucky to be here.

Sorry.

In my opinion, I think that the justice system here

did a great disservice to Justine.

Ben was obviously getting increasingly more abusive

and increasingly more dangerous.

If they would have taken my story and Jaimee's story more seriously,

they could have prevented this from happening to her,

and they could have saved two lives.

I really think Ben was really sick.

He was not... he was not well at all.

I don't think everyone is like that, but I do know that they're out there.

So... I do pay closer attention to those things.

I have never spoken to Jaimee or Justine,

but unfortunately, we share this bond with each other

that only we three can really understand.

I look back on this time in my life spent with Ben

and instead of, you know,

looking at it as a blemish,

I look at it as a learning experience.

I could move past him and not get myself into the same kind of relationship.

Now, in my life, I'm happy.

I'm happy,

and I am even happier that I don't have to look over my shoulder anymore.