While on facebook today, I see that tomorrow is Christina Rubin's birthday! So that made me think that perhaps I should right a little story about how Christina, ingeniously, killed her father, and then got busted. I'd like to add, before I weave this tale of murder, lies, love, drugs and money, that I thought Christina was a really nice girl. In fact, I saw her not to long ago, and she was happy and friendly as ever, just, not to bright.
Christina is going to be 23 years old tomorrow.
She graduated from Abington Senior High School in 2004.
She graduated from Penn State in 2008, with a BA in Psychology.
She was going to Chestnut Hill College, to get her masters in Psychology.
She graduated from Abington Senior High School in 2004.
She graduated from Penn State in 2008, with a BA in Psychology.
She was going to Chestnut Hill College, to get her masters in Psychology.
Christina also worked at the Finish Line in Plymouth Meeting.

She was always really outgoing, and super nice to me. Her mug she is truely terrible, so I thought I'd put up a nice one.
As the story goes, one day, Christina's father, Marc, was yelling at her about something. She was annoyed and said to her boyfriend, Jeffrey Leinheiser, she wished she could kill him. Jeff thought this was a pretty awesome idea, and said they should do it. Whether he said that in jest or not, Christina liked it. She went out and got a carry permit, and then legally purchased a Smith & Wesson .357 Magnum snub-nosed revolver

and will probably never jam, so if the first bullet doesn't work
don't worry, the second one will :)
When "Black Friday" rolls around, Marc is passed out on the couch in the apartment that Christina lived in with him. He had recently lost his job, he's lounging in his shorts, and was out cold by 11pm when Jeff came over. Christina hands him her sexy pistol, he walks over and shoots him in the head, execution style.
The love birds decide to lay low for a few days, a week techinically. They rent a hotel room at the Holiday Inn in Horsham. This is where the couple first passes under the radar. One of them decides to make a call down to customer because one of them shot hole in the bed. That isn't there story to the front desk, they just called to complain about it. The front desk manager calls the police and they come to check out the situation. The police confiscate her .357 (the murder weapon, helllooo) as well as some ammunion and a tazor. When asked why they were staying at hotel since they live so close, they claim that their apartment is being fumigated for bugs. The cops make no arrests that day.
The couple goes back to the apartment with a chainsaw, and employ the services of another local boy. They attempt to cut the body up with the chainsaw. They manage to get through the first leg, but get stuck on the second, when Marc's shorts get ripped up into the chainsaw. Seeking a new plan, they go to a liquidation store, and purchase I large sectional rug. They rap the body in trashbags and roll it up in the rug. The three of them carry the body down from the ninth floor of their apartment building.
After loading the body in the car, they make a very early morning roadtrip to New Jersey, the armpit of America, where all trash goes. They arrive early with a bag of cement to make some concrete to sink the body. When they arrive at there destination, they attempt to rent a boat, but unfortunately they are too early, and they can't get one. Another plan foiled, and they head back home to glorious Pennsylvania. On the way home, Christina has an idea, they pull over at a random location, and toss the body into the woods.
In an ill-fated turn of events, this perticular day, was the first day of hunting for white tail dear. Hours after the body was dumped, it was found by a hunter. Since Marc had no criminal record, and there was no other way to identify the body, the Hamilton County Police removed his hands and sent them to the FBI to see if they could identify the fingerprints of the body, this was about December 5th.
On December 10th, Jeff was down by K&A trying to cop drugs. He gets carjacked (because he's a white boy in the hood). He calls the police to report his girlfriend's dad's car missing. It's a 1997 Oldsmobile Cutless, license plate MOBBUFF, and registered to one Marc Rubin. Remarkably, this doesn't get him arrested. The identy of the body has not yet come back, but Jeff is now closely tied to Marc in the eyes of the police.
Jeff and his hired accomplace are arrested on January 7th in Cheltenham township. Not for murder, they both had outstanding warrents for theft and other criminal activity. The very next day, the FBI gets the identity of the body. When police realize that Jeff had recently reported the same man's car missing, they ran his prints to compair to the finger prints lifted off the body and the trash bags, and it was a match. Busted.
I would like to add, that even though the police are saying that it's just because Marc yelled at Christina, but in fact Marc abused her, often, and for a very long time.
"Christina was in my Psychopathology graduate class at Chestnut Hill in the fall of 2008. She gave a presentation on Oppositional Defiant Disorder in which she stated that she personally had ODD and talked about how her father had physically and mentally abused her every since she could remember. She even told the class that her father had broken her arm in two places once. " Stated a Classmate
2 comments:
I thought that fellow classmates having children was strange, this is beyond that.
quit changing your blog address, jerk.
You have a very amusing blog,I particularly enjoyed "25 things" entry. You are so lucky to good at math and science I suck. I'll sure be back to checkout new posts. ohh thanks for following my blog,why don't you have a following option?
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