It was Todd, her friend. He was “falling-down drunk,” Karen said later, and wanted her to meet him and his two new friends at another Ocean City bar. He just wasn’t sure which one.“Stop calling me,” Karen said during one of the calls.“Come on . . . ,” Todd said.“Stop it.”After being talked into it, perhaps just to get Todd off her back, Karen agreed to make the drive down to Ocean City from her home in Delaware, which took about a half hour. Todd had said something about being stuck on the side of the road with his new friends and not being able to change a flat tire. All of them were so drunk, he stammered, that they had no idea what to do. In fact, BJ was out there at one point trying to get the Jeep lifted up on a jack, and Erika was, of course, taking photographs, documenting the little mishap.Erika later said BJ knew how to do it, but he was just “too damn lazy.” This does not mesh with the photograph of BJ sitting on his ass on the concrete, trying to get the Jeep off the ground after taking the tire off it.
