that i was indifferent, that i didn t think anything i didn t think anything. i didn t think she would she was going to disappear. when the reporter asked him did you murder her? i did not. no. he says, no. then as the interview was wrapping up, travis, who seemed to remember every little detail of that night, had trouble recalling one small but rather critical fact. what s her name? kenia. kenia, yeah. and we were all watching and we lost it, you know? that was the only name in town and i wanted to go talk to him about that interview, and that was another time when she got down on her hands and knees and begged me not to go. this time i didn t go. so tony and his family waited. let the investigation run its
denver, baking and delivering gluten-free granola bars. he was renting a space at a local bakery owned by monica poole. travis was energetic. he seemed friendly. wanted to have a business. he launched into granola bars, which i thought was a great idea. they didn t exist in the marketplace. not the way he was making them. travis could bake, but he wasn t the best businessman. he was often in debt, sometimes missed deliveries and deadlines. and one day he came to work, seemed a little frazzled and told monica about his odd encounter the night before. he said, i gave some girl a ride home and she s missing and she s gone, and i thought, wow, that s kind of strange. whatever. then a few days later, monica s bakery was crawling with cops. when the police showed up i thought, wow, that must be that missing girl. detectives looked around, even shot this video of the
reporter: but then it all came out. travis told them how he spotted kenia on the street. how he raped her, how he strangled her, how he stuffed her in his cooler, drove around with the body in his white van for a whole day, then stored it in the bakery s freezer while he cleaned out his van with bleach and burned her clothes. and then early the next morning he buried her body near a clump of cottonwood trees. after we were done with our interview i walked up to him and stuck out my hand. i go, thanks. and he stood up, shook my hand, and he said, i told you i would do it. i said, you did. he says, you just wouldn t give up. and i looked at him, and i said, you re right. reporter: later that day travis also confessed to the attempted murder of lydia
through travis cell phone records to see where he was around the time of kenia s disappearance and they noticed he made and received several calls from a rural area near a little place called keenesburg, about 40 miles northeast of denver. not exactly one of the stops along travis granola bar delivery route. we sent probably 25 detectives up there looking in fields, running the gulches, checking the ponds, talking to neighbors to see if they saw a white van. we were checking everything. but there was no sign? nothing. but back at the bakery, another clue surfaced on surveillance video and it showed travis forbes doing a lot more than baking granola bars. coming up, just what was he doing? that just seemed really strange. and then another piece of videotape. we were all watching and we lost it. when chilling connections continues. lost it. when chilling connections continues. does your house still smell stuffy?
at first when the messages suddenly stopped i didn t really take it seriously. like, i didn t really think that she was going to be gone that long. but after 48 long hours what s that like, that feeling? it s a feeling of being like desperate to know where your sister is, like, because that was not only my best friend, like, that was my sister, that was my other half, that was everything to me. and then that second night after kenia vanished, there was this call from a total stranger named travis. hello? travis called me back about 8:00 p.m. the guy who left that rather odd text message on kenia s phone to see if she had gotten home safely from the nightclub. and he told me this story. yeah, you know, i ve seen her out there. after the her if she needed any help because she seemed like he she was really drunk and really out of it. i better help her. so, you know, she got into my van. travis told kenia s dad that as he was driving her home, she