Hunting the Phantom: The Mystery of Shelbey Thornburgh's Murder

“Hunting the Phantom: The Mystery of Shelbey Thornburgh's Murder”🕵🏽‍♀️ SHOW YOUR SUPPORT FOR BODY OF CRIME 🕵🏽‍♀️👉🏽 Subscribe to the Body of Crime – 🎙Podcast | 📺 YouTube Channel👉🏽 Connect with Body of Crime on Social Media – Facebook | Instagram | Pinterest | TikTok👉🏽 Check out the Body of Crime Website – www.bodyofcrimepodcast.com👉🏽 Check out the Body of Crime – Link Tree🕵️‍♀️🔍 Join Serial Killer Sleuths:👥 Facebook Group searching for active serial killers.🔗 Link: https://www.facebook.com/groups/sksleuths🤝 Join Support Team Shelbey Group:🙏 Facebook Group supporting seeking justice for Shelbey Jean Thornburgh.🔗 Link: https://www.facebook.com/supportshelbeyjeanWelcome fellow true crime enthusiasts to today’s casefile: “Silent Witness: The Mystery of Shelby Thornburgh and the Faceless Spectre Serial Killer”  INTRODUCTIONOn November 4, 2015, in the heart of Houston, Texas, the vibrant life of a beautiful, petite 20-year-old blonde came to a chilling and abrupt end. The sanctity of her luxurious high-rise apartment was thrust into the macabre and became the haunting backdrop for a heinous and unexpected crime, when Shelby Thornburgh was found alone, nude and covered in her own blood.   The murderer, a shadowy figure, who appeared to materialize from the darkness, disappeared just as swiftly, leaving behind a mere 22 minutes of his sinister presence, captured forever on CCTV. At 8:34 pm, the specter appeared to enter the Conquistador Apartment building, and by 8:57 pm, he slivered away, sunglasses concealing the vileness of his deeds, an expressionless face, a mask void of empathy and feeling, his left hand precariously tucked and protected away in his left hip pocket. Nearly eight long years have passed, and the shroud of mystery surrounding this cold-blooded killer remains unbroken, with no solid leads beside a frozen still shot of the mystery man. With scant evidence left at the crime scene, devoid of any discernable bio-evidence, besides a few strands of hair and unusable DNA genetic material, this elusive perpetrator seems to have dissipated into the night breeze like a deadly fog, leaving no trace of his existence. Join us as we delve into the depths of this chilling case, exploring the haunting possibility of a true-life serial killer that may still be hunting and haunting the ever-growing Texas triangle. Shelby’s family need justice to be served, the city of Houston, needs justice to be served.  We all need justice to be served.  The FBI, recognizing the risk of not capturing this wanton killer, has placed him on their ViCap program, but will it be enough to unmask this faceless specter lurking in the shadows?THE BEGINNINGLife for the Thornburgh-Crocker girls was far from easy.  Growing up in the cattle town of Fort Worth, Texas should have been centered around playing dress up, princess sleep overs and tea parties, but that was a life that the two sisters, Krystina Denice and Shelby Jean Thornburgh-Crocker could only imagine.  Krystina was a Gemini, born on June 3rd, 1993.  On this day in history, Janet Jackson had the number one song on the charts, “That’s the Way Love Goes”, it was most likely playing somewhere in the hospital the day Krystina Denice blessed the lives of her 26-year-old father, Robert Elwood Thornburgh, Jr. and her much younger mother, Lesley Jean Crocker, who was barely 18. Janet’s song, like an ominous foreshadowing of pending heartbreak would set the tone for the future, as the couple’s shaky marriage began to strain under the pressure of adulting.  At 20, Krystina’s mom, Lesley would become unexpectedly pregnant, by a guy named Shannon, as her and Robert yo-yoed in their “on again, off again” relationship.  Shannon would never truly be a part of baby Shelby’s life in any significant way.Shelby Jean, a fiery Leo, was a bright and bubbly bundle of joy, but her arrival instantly strained the crumbling relationship between Lesley and Robert, who struggled with the responsibility of taking on a child that wasn’t his own.  He would however make the decision to place his name on Shelby’s birth certificate despite eventually separating from Lesley.  That’s the way love goes.Although Robert and Lesley struggled with their relationship, marred with Lesley fighting the demons of depression, drug addiction and multiple suicide attempts, and Robert trying to outrun a vicious cycle of criminal-patterned behavior, and a perverted attraction for underaged girls, the Thornburgh girls recalled their childhood with happy memories of playing together, exciting moments, filled with joyous times, recalling fondly of a momma who tried her best and a grandma who made them pretty dresses.  On September 11, 1998, at the age of 23, when most young adults are barely graduating college or starting new careers, Lesley would find herself struggling financially, trying to raise a family and make ends meet, while dealing with her addictions as a single parent.  Caring for a 5-year-old Krystina and a 3-year-old Shelby was not an easy task and Robert wasn’t always around to help.  After a series of bad decisions, Lesley was set on a downward spiral of legal troubles and was facing charges for writing bad checks. Within two years, her drug addiction to pills would prove near-fatal and at only 7-years-old, Krystina would find her mother OD’ed on pills, finding her mother in her room, unresponsive.  The young Krystina had approached her mother about making dinner, throwing the 2nd Grader into an adult role of rescuer, requiring her to dial 911.  She would save her mother from the precipice of death by mere minutes.  What she would remember most of this incident would be how she had saved Shelby, her 5-year-old baby sister from the horrid experience, protecting her little sister.  This would be a role that she would embrace and accept without question for the rest of her life.  She was only 7.  That’s the way love goes.Unfortunately, Lesley would continue to fall victim to her vices and bad choices and on April 10, 2001, at the age of 26, Lesley found herself entangled in a web of fraud and facing a 10-year prison sentence.  The thought of prison terrified the young mother who bore the responsibility of protecting and caring for her now, 8-year-old and 6-year-old daughters.  And this time, Lesley would catch a break, as the sentence was ultimately suspended.  That break would be the last one she would get.On November 4, 2004, the unthinkable happened and the Department of Family & Protective Services found itself wedged between the Thornburg-Crocker sisters, Krystina, who was 11 years old and Shelby, who was 9.  Family Protective Services extended emergency orders and initiate...