Vinnie, as of right now, what's been shown as the text exchange between the shooter and his

roommate, the transgender roommate that he has, right?

Yes.

And a lot of people are a little bit suspicious saying, wait a minute, they're texting each

other like this.

Yes, but let me read it to you.

Can you zoom in a little bit, Robb? Robinson. This is, I am still okay, my love, but I'm stuck in Orem for a little while

longer yet. Shouldn't be long until I come home. But I got to grab my rifle still. To be

honest, I had hoped to keep the secret till I died of old age. I am sorry to

involve you. Roommate. You weren't the one who did it, right? Robinson, I am. I'm sorry.

Roommate. I thought they caught the person. No, they grabbed some crazy old dude, then interrogated

someone in similar clothing. I had planned to grab my rifle from

the drop point shortly after, but most of that side of town got locked down. It's quite almost

enough to get out, but there's one vehicle lingering. Roommate. Why? Why did I do it? Yeah, I had

enough of his hatred. Some hate can't be negotiated, negotiated out. If I'm able to grab my rifle unseen, I will have left no evidence, going to attempt to retrieve it again. Hopefully they have moved on. I haven't seen anything about them finding it. Roommate. How long have you been planning this?

A bit over a week, I believe.

I can get close to it, but there's a squad car park right by it.

I think they already swept that spot, but I don't want a chance it.

Robinson.

I'm wishing I had circled back and grabbed it as soon as I got back to my vehicle.

I'm worried what my old

man would do if I didn't bring back Grandpa's rifle. I, D-E-K, I don't know what that is. I don't even

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