My daughter, Randi Trimble was savagely killed during a murder for hire scheme on a cold night in January 2003. She lost her life for a mere $100,000 insurance policy. Her husband, not content with the middle class lifestyle that she worked so hard to maintain, wanted more. His greed and evil that prevailed within drove him to hire his best friend, an equally disillusioned and psychopathic individual to kill Randi.
According to Brian Trimble, the reason was his ongoing desire for his freedom. Not just from the marriage, but he wanted to have a lifestyle where he could buy high-end electronics, gadgets and video games for himself. This love of money and material items drove him to murder, and left my daughter dead. Brian openly confessed during a four-hour interview that he simply did not want to put the family through a divorce. Divorce was not an option in Brian’s mind. What he did instead was a heartless and selfish act that has left my life in turmoil. I have never been the same.
I remember 2003 and the beginning of the New Year so clearly. It was shaping up to be a very cold winter, and wanting to escape the frigid temperatures; I planned a cruise with a dear friend. I had planned the trip one year in advance and since it fell on my birthday, it was as long overdue gift to me.
Little did I know, when I boarded the plane to Florida, on January 5, I would never see my precious daughter again. The plan to murder Randi was in the works for months. As we sat eating Thanksgiving dinner, opening up gifts at Christmas, and celebrating the New Year, this animal that sat so lovingly next to my daughter was contemplating his freedom after Randi was out of the picture.
On Friday, January 10, 2003, my little girl (she will always be my little girl) went to work as usual. She was a speech pathologist at Hershey Medical Center, a much respected teaching hospital in Pennsylvania. My daughter was very dedicated to her patients and her co-workers valued her willingness to help others. That’s just the type of person she was. She threw herself into her work, her life and her marriage.
She took her role as a wife seriously, you see, that day she had scheduled to work at Hershey Medical Center and then at her part time job providing speech therapy at a local nursing home. Working two jobs was the norm, as she often did, planning to create a nest egg for a baby she so longed for and for her husband who suffered from Multiple Sclerosis.
Little did she know when she came home that night she would encounter a cold heartless killer who wanted her dead.