We had dinner.

She left to go to her mother’s, and I never saw her again.

That’s the truth.

” Ashby wrote, his eyes fixed on his notebook.

Dwayne looked broken, devastated, but sincere.

His grief was real.

“All right,” Ashby said, closing his notebook.

“We’ll contact you if we need any additional information.

Don’t leave town.

” They stood up and headed for the door.

Dwayne remained seated in his chair, staring into space.

In the car, Lamb was the first to break the silence.

“What do you think?” “I don’t know,” Ashby admitted.

“Either he’s a great actor, or he really didn’t know.

But the father gave us a motive.

Infidelity, other people’s children, that’s enough reason for a crime of passion.

Should we keep digging?” “Yes.

We’ll check the father’s alibi, confirm his connection to the victim through the children’s DNA, and we’ll take a closer look at the husband.

There’s a lie in here somewhere.

We just have to find it.

” Ashby started the car, and they drove away, leaving behind the house where a man mourned not only his wife, but his entire ruined life.

On December 28th, Ashby and Lamb began the day by interviewing Dwayne Curtis’s neighbors.

It was a routine procedure that should have been done earlier, but the workload and lack of obvious suspects had pushed it to the back burner.

Now that Mike Curtis had given them a motive, every detail was important.

Oakland Street was lined with old houses standing close together.

Neighbors would surely have noticed who came and went, especially on a quiet Christmas Eve when most people were at home with their families.

The first three houses yielded nothing.

The neighbors were either away on the evening of the 25th, or didn’t pay attention to the Curtis house.

But at the fourth house, two buildings away from number 52, the door was opened by an elderly woman with gray hair pulled back in a bun.

“Elaine Porter,” she introduced herself, letting the detectives into the house.

She was 52 years old and worked as a housewife.

Her husband was a long-haul truck driver and was currently on the road.

Elaine spent Christmas Eve alone, watching television until late at night.

“Mrs.

Porter,” Ashby began as they sat down at the kitchen table, “we’re investigating the murder of Chanel Curtis.

Did you know her? Of course, Elaine nodded.

She was a good woman, always said hello, helped out if you needed anything.

Her children were well-behaved.

It’s terrible what happened.

Were you at home on the evening of December 25th? Yes.

All evening and night.

Did you see anything unusual? Maybe you noticed Chanel leaving the house? Elaine thought for a moment, squinting.

I saw a car, she said slowly.

Late at night.

Not even night, it was almost midnight.

Ashby and Lamb exchanged glances.

What car? Dwayne’s, his pickup truck.

He was driving out of the yard.

Are you sure it was Dwayne behind the wheel? Well, I didn’t see his face, of course.

But the silhouette was definitely male.

Broad shoulders, short hair, definitely not a woman.

And it was his car, I recognize it.

A gray Ford pickup truck, an old one.

What time was that, exactly? Around midnight, maybe a little earlier.

I was just making tea, looked out the window and saw him driving away.

I thought it was strange, where he was going so late.

Did you see which way he went? East.

Ashby wrote quickly, trying not to miss a word.

Did you see when he came back? No.

I went to bed around 1:00 in the morning.

Maybe he came back later.

Thank you, Mrs.

Porter.

You’ve been very helpful.

Leaving the house, the detectives got into the car.

Lamb was the first to break the silence.

So, he lied.

He said he was at home, but he left during the night.

In his car, Ashby added, toward the industrial area where the body was found.

That’s not a coincidence.

Shall we go check the cameras? Yes.

If he’s behind the wheel in the recording, the case is closed.

They drove to the traffic department, where the CCTV recordings were stored.

Ashby filled out a request form, specifying the date, time, and location.

>> >> The intersection of Oakland and East Jefferson, December 25th, from 10:00 pm to 2:00 am A technician downloaded the footage onto a computer.

Ashby and Lamb sat nearby, watching the screen.

The video was black and white, grainy, but clear enough to make out license plates and the silhouettes of drivers.

11:47 pm A gray Ford pickup truck appeared on the screen.

The license plate matched Dwayne Curtis’s registration.

The car turned left onto East Jefferson, toward the industrial zone.

Stop.

Ashby said, “Zoom in on the interior.

” The technician zoomed in.

The quality deteriorated, but the driver’s silhouette was clearly visible.

A man with broad shoulders and short hair.

His face was blurred, but his general features were recognizable.

That’s him.

Lamb said.

Dwayne.

Keep watching.

When did he come back? The technician fast-forwarded the recording.

At 1:23 am, the same car appeared again, returning from East Jefferson.

The driver was the same.

Ashby leaned back in his chair.

He left at 11:47 and returned at 1:23, an hour and a half.

Enough time to drive to the river, dump the body, and return.

We’ve got him.

Lamb said.

The neighbor saw him, the cameras caught him.

He lied about being at home.

Let’s go to his place, get an arrest warrant.

They got the warrant in an hour.

The judge signed the papers without hesitation.

The evidence was strong enough.

Ashby called for backup.

Two patrol cars in case Dwayne tried to resist.

They arrived at the Curtis house at 3:00 in the afternoon.

Dwayne opened the door, saw the detectives, and turned pale.

What? What’s going on? Mr.

Curtis, we need to talk, Ashby said.

Can we come in? Dwayne let them in.

He was sober, unlike yesterday, but he looked exhausted.

The patrol officers stayed outside, waiting for the signal.

Have a seat, Dwayne offered, pointing to the sofa.

The detectives remained standing.

Ashby took out his tablet and opened the video recording from the camera.

Mr.

Curtis.

Yesterday you said you stayed home on the evening of December 25th.

Is that true? Yes.

Dwayne nodded.

I was home all evening.

You didn’t go anywhere? You didn’t get in a car? No.

I sat at home waiting for Chanel.

Ashby turned the tablet screen toward Dwayne.

Then please explain what this is.

The image on the screen was frozen.

A gray pickup truck at an intersection.

The silhouette of the driver behind the wheel.

The time, 11:47 pm Dwayne looked at the screen, and his face changed.

His skin turned gray, his eyes widened.

That’s That’s not me, he managed to say.

It’s your car, Lamb said.

The license plate matches, and that’s you behind the wheel.

>> >> The camera captured you at 11:47 pm on December 25th.

You were driving toward the industrial zone where your wife’s body was found.

No.

Dwayne shook his head.

That’s a mistake.

I didn’t go anywhere.

We have a witness, Ashby added.

Your neighbor saw you leaving your house around midnight.

She saw the silhouette of a man behind the wheel.

Dwayne took a step back, grabbing the back of a chair.

It was Chanel, he muttered.

She took my car.

Her car wouldn’t start, so she took mine.

Your wife didn’t know how to drive a pickup truck, Lamb said calmly.

We checked.

She had no experience driving trucks.

And the witness saw a man, not a woman.

Then it was someone else, Dwayne shouted.

Someone stole my car.

Mr.

Curtis.

Ashby stepped forward.

Stop lying.

It’s your car, you were the driver.

You left at 11:47 and returned at 1:23, an hour and a half.

Enough time to take the body to the river.

Dwayne darted his eyes between the detectives, his breathing quickening.

I didn’t kill her.

He whispered.

I didn’t kill Chanel.

Then where did you go that night? Lamb asked.

If you’re innocent, just tell the truth.

Dwayne remained silent, clenching and unclenching his fists.

Sweat beaded on his forehead.

I I don’t remember.

He finally said.

Maybe I went out.

For a walk.

I don’t know.

In your car, for an hour and a half? Ashby shook his head.

Mr.

Curtis, this is your last chance.

Tell the truth now, and it will be taken into account in court.

Dwayne stared at them with wide eyes.

Then he suddenly turned and rushed to the back door.

Stop, Ashby shouted, rushing after him.

Dwayne ran out onto the porch, but the patrol officers were already waiting for him there.

One of them caught him and twisted his arms behind his back.

Dwayne tried to break free, shouting something incomprehensible, but they pinned him to the ground.

Dwayne Curtis, Ashby said, putting handcuffs on him.

You are under arrest on suspicion of the murder of Chanel Curtis.

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can be used against you in court.

Dwayne was lifted to his feet and led to the patrol car.

He no longer resisted, only breathing heavily, staring at the ground.

At the station, he was placed in an interrogation room, a small room with gray walls, a table, and three chairs.

Ashby and Lamb sat across from him.

Dwayne sat with his head down, his handcuffs in front of him.

Mr.

Curtis, Ashby began.

We have all the evidence.

The video from the camera, witness testimony, motive.

Your father confessed to having an affair with your wife.

You found out on Christmas Eve, and you killed her.

Is that correct? Dwayne remained silent.

Dwayne.

>> >> Lamb said softly.

We understand how you felt.

Anyone in your place would have exploded.

Your wife confessed to cheating on you, to the children not being yours.

It’s unbearable.

No one will judge you for losing control.

Dwayne raised his head.

His eyes were red, tears streaming down his cheeks.

She told me everything.

He whispered.

At dinner.

She gave me an envelope with the DNA test results.

She said she’d been sleeping with my father for 15 years.

That the children were his.

And what did you do? Ashby asked.

I couldn’t believe it.

I thought she was joking or that it was a mistake.

But she spoke so calmly.

So coldly.

She said she loved him, not me.

That she was going to file for divorce and be with him.

Dwayne clenched his fists, his voice trembling.

I got angry.

I smashed the floor lamp against the wall.

I yelled at her, and she just sat there and looked at me.

She said, “Are you done?” Just like that.

“Are you done?” As if I had put on a childish show.

What happened next? I walked up to her.

I wanted to grab her by the shoulders, shake her, make her feel something.

But when I touched her, something inside me broke.

I don’t remember exactly.

My hands reached for her neck on their own.

I squeezed.

She tried to push me away, scratched me, but I didn’t let go.

I just kept squeezing.

Tears streamed down his face.

When I let go, she was lying on the floor, not breathing.

I realized what I had done and got scared, panicked.

I didn’t know what to do.

Then I thought, “I have to get rid of the body.

” I wrapped her in a blanket, dragged her to the garage, and put her in the trunk.

I drove to the river.

I knew a place under a bridge where no one ever goes.

I took her out and threw her into the water.

I threw her phone into a sewer grate on the way.

And then you went home?

Human remains have just been found in the search for a pregnant mother of two abducted from her home on Tuesday.

Those remains were found near an area crews were searching for 27-year-old Andrea Lloyd.

The medical examiner has not positively identified them as those of Lloyd, but arrived at the search scene earlier this evening.

Authorities have detained an ex-boyfriend, but did not reveal his name.

Lloyd is expecting her third child.

Anyone with any information in the case is asked to is asked to call Miami date police.

>> Two days before Andrea Lloyd disappeared, she shared something on her Facebook page.

The people who saw it scrolled past it.

Nobody called to check in.

But when you read what she shared, you will understand exactly what she was trying to say, but no one caught it in time.

Before we get into it, leave a like, drop your thoughts in the comments, and subscribe to Crime on Pulse so you won’t miss the next case.

Andrea Ollet Lloyd was born on December 13th, 1993 in Miami, Florida.

She grew up in Miami Dade County, Laura Sanders Elementary, Campbell Drive Middle School, Homestead Senior High School, and eventually earned her diploma at Maverick’s High School.

She was driven.

She started her working life in retail, but that was never going to hold her.

She found her real calling in caregiving, taking care of people who needed consistent, genuine support.

She joined Sunrise Community and within 3 years, she had worked her way up from caregiver to residential program director, overseeing the care of adults.

Outside of work, Andrea was a mother of two boys, a 1-year-old and 5-year-old.

Her family described her world simply.

She worked and she took care of her kids.

That was it and that was everything to her.

She was deeply connected to her family.

Her parents Arnold and Alfreda Lloyd and a wide circle of people who loved her.

Xavier was 32 years old and he had been in Andrea’s life for 11 years, not months or a couple of years.

That is more than a third of her entire life.

They had two children together, built a shared life, vacations, family events, and everyday moments.

They traveled together, did ordinary couple things, nail salons, outings, family gatherings.

Oh.

Read it.

I don’t even know what the top say.

>> Can you read it out loud, please? >> No, I ain’t going to read it out loud.

>> Oh, I scored it.

Where the money at? That already came prepacked.

They wanted, you know.

>> So, you didn’t do this? >> No, I ordered it.

>> Okay.

I open I open >> psych.

>> Psych.

I want to open taste.

>> Open taste.

>> Can you go Bad boy.

Bad boy.

>> Can I see the box? I should have >> I should have put on my clothes.

Maybe.

Maybe a By every visible measure, Xavier was not just her boyfriend, he was her partner in everything.

At some point during their relationship, they did a maternity shoot.

Beautiful black and white photos.

Xavier with his hand on her pregnant belly.

Both of them in white, holding hands, laughing in an open field.

The kind of photos that are supposed to mark the beginning of something beautiful.

Everyone around them saw a happy couple.

Andrea’s family said they had never seen them argue.

Not at gatherings, at family functions, not in any setting they were present for.

Her nephew said their relationship seemed perfect.

When they came around, they were always happy.

But at some point, the relationship that looked so solid on the outside had become something else entirely.

Xavier had become controlling and dominating.

He had been unfaithful to Andrea repeatedly.

And Andrea, who had given this man 11 years, two children, and her full commitment, had reached the point where she was done.

Her aunt described her as someone who had given that relationship everything a marriage would require.

She was, in her words, like a wife, not just a girlfriend.

She had carried this relationship with everything she had and was tired.

She had made up her mind and was planning to leave.

2 days before everything changed, Andrea went on Facebook and shared a post.

not something she wrote herself, a post she came across that clearly spoke to exactly where she was.

It read, “Narcissistic manipulators.

” Let’s get into it.

People who intentionally or unintentionally attack you and hurt you.

Then once they hurt you and you react, they are upset at how you reacted to the intentional or unintentional hurt they did to you.

They try to turn it on you to add more hurtful things to make it seem like you’re the problem or at fault for how they did you when in fact you did absolutely nothing to them to cause their reason for the intentional or unintentional hurt or attack.

Not once will they think to apologize because remember once you reacted to what they did to you, you then became the problem and now they are the victim.

They hold zero accountability.

They see no wrong in what they did only in how you reacted.

These will be the same people who say they love and care for you.

Feel free to correct me where I am wrong.

And good morning.

December 8th, 2021, just after midnight, Andrea was at work.

She was the overnight supervisor at a South Miami Dade group home, the same kind of facility she had dedicated her career to.

She was doing her job.

She showed up to every shift, caring for adults who depended on her.

A knock came at the door.

She opened it.

She knew the person on the other side.

It was Xavier.

The surveillance camera at the facility captured what happened next.

Xavier did not come to talk.

He attacked Andrea at her workplace, forced her out of the building, pushed her into her own vehicle, a white Honda Civic, and drove away with her.

The camera caught all of it.

When Andrea did not come home and made no contact with her family, the alarm spread immediately.

For someone whose whole life revolved around her children and the people depending on her, silence was not something that happened without reason.

Now to a developing story out of Southwest Miami Dade, where police say a woman is still missing after being abducted from her job this morning.

27year-old Andrea Lloyd works as a caretaker at a home.

That’s where she was when we’re told she opened the door to a man who beat her and dragged her into his car against her will.

Here’s CBS4’s Joel Waldman with more details.

>> In news, unfortunately, we covered too many of these stories, but I can’t remember a time in recent memory when so many family members showed up in such a short amount of time, desperate for Andrea to come back home safely.

>> It’s hard.

It’s hard because, you know, I mean, she’s the type of person she she always she always calls her dad because she we got so much love in the family.

>> Comforted by all that love, Patriarch Arnold Lloyd, a modest family man, told us he only wants one thing this holiday season.

>> Everybody know me, I don’t beg for nothing, but I’m begging for my daughter to come home.

I don’t beg for nothing.

I don’t beg for nothing, but I’m begging for my daughter to come home.

The baby of his 12 children, Andrea Lloyd, never returned home from her job as a caretaker at this South Miami Dade group home where the 27year-old worked as a supervisor.

>> For her not to not to have contacted any of us, something is wrong.

>> Miami date police confirming something did in fact go drastically wrong overnight.

They say surveillance video revealed a disturbing scene after a man showed up at Andrea’s job just after midnight.

>> This male proceeded to batter her and eventually during the altercation pushed her inside of a vehicle and drove off in an unknown direction.

>> Police say she was dragged and forced into a white Honda Civic with Florida tag Y650DL.

Andrea’s family tells us they have a hunch who her attacker is, but were asked by police to keep it to themselves for now.

>> Andrea is not the type person that would leave with a stranger.

And the information and the evidence that the detectives shared with us indicates that she was very familiar with the person that abducted her.

>> The mother of two young boys herself, Andrea’s family says she would never leave them alone.

>> She works, she takes care of her kids.

She works, she takes care of her kids.

That’s her life.

>> She’s an angel.

She’s an angel.

I mean, she’s a real angel.

>> Anyone with any information is asked to call Miami Day Crimes Stoppers at 305471 TIPS.

There is a reward for anyone with information that leads to an arrest.

Reporting in Florida City, Joel Walman, CBS4 News.

>> Her father knew right away.

Her family had a strong feeling about who was responsible.

Police asked them to keep the name to themselves while the investigation moved forward, but they already knew.

And investigators later confirmed that the person who took Andrea was someone she knew very well.

Someone she had every reason to open the door for.

Miami Dade police launched a full search operation.

Aviation units, all-terrain vehicles, K-9 teams, everything they had was deployed.

The white Honda Civic and its Florida tag were named in public alerts.

The community was asked to come forward with information and a reward was put on the table.

Andrea’s family did not sit and wait.

They went looking for her themselves.

Family members, including Andrea’s uncle, were out covering ground when they spotted Xavier Johnson in a heavily wooded area near the Homestead Speedway.

So, they called the police immediately.

Officers responded and Xavier was detained on the spot.

The K-9 unit moved in.

The cadaavver dog worked through that wooded area and alerted Xavier’s black pickup truck.

Close to that truck was a large metal utility box, the kind typically used for storage in the bed of a pickup.

What investigators found inside confirmed everything Andrea’s family had feared from the moment she did not come home.

Andrea Lloyd was gone.

She was reportedly just weeks pregnant with her third child.

Her two boys, 1-year-old and 5 years old, were now without their mother.

She was 5 days away from her 28th birthday.

Her father had stood before cameras while she was still missing and said something that stayed with everyone who heard it.

>> It’s hard.

It’s hard because, you know, she’s the type of person she she always she always calls her dad because she we got so much love in the family.

Everybody know me.

I don’t beg for nothing, but I’m begging for my daughter to come home.

I don’t beg for nothing.

I don’t beg for nothing, but I’m begging for my daughter to come home.

I feel good, but you know that still won’t bring back my daughter.

You know, I still want to bring back my daughter cuz she was going to leave him.

She was tired of him messing around on her and she was like a, you know, a wife, not a girlfriend.

If I knew anything was wrong, she wouldn’t have been there cuz I could have put in the house myself.

>> Her uncle spoke about what it meant to lose someone this way.

He said, “It hurts knowing that you loved someone like family, treated them like your own, and that same person brought this kind of pain into your home.

It hurts me for the fact that sometime you have loved ones that’s so close to you [ __ ] to get you involved in certain things when it come to them.

>> Her godmother could not stop thinking about the children.

Those two little boys who were now going to grow up without the woman who was the center of their entire world.

Xavier Johnson was taken to Miami Dade Police Department headquarters for questioning and he confessed.

He admitted to holding Andrea Lloyd against her will and hurting her.

Miami Dade Police Director Alfredo Ramirez publicly confirmed the charges against Xavier Johnson and addressed the community directly.

Right now at noon, authorities arresting a man who they say confessed to kidnapping and killing his pregnant girlfriend.

We were there as 32-year-old Xavier Johnson was walked into jail shortly after midnight.

Police say Andrea Lloyd was abducted as she was working at a Southwest Miami Dade group home >> and human remains were found sadly on Wednesday, but they have yet to be identified.

Johnson now facing a judge and local 10’s Anelise Garcia is live in Derell with more on this one for us.

Anelise.

>> Yeah, Janice Christie.

Today Johnson did appear in front of a judge and that judge did find probable cause and now he’s being held no bond.

>> The medical examiner confirmed the identity of the remains found near Homestead.

It was Andrea.

Xavier Johnson was charged with first-degree homicide, kidnapping, and burglary with assault.

Xavier appeared before Circuit Judge Mindy Glazer.

The judge found probable cause on all three counts.

She noted that this was the kind of case that could potentially be pursued as a capital penalty case.

>> Mr.

Johnson, good morning.

>> 33-year-old Xavier Johnson stood before a judge Thursday morning.

The judge addressed the disturbing allegations against him.

>> Morning, sir.

You were arrested for one count of first-degree murder, one count of kidnapping, and one count of armed burglary with an assault or battery.

>> Johnson, arrested in connection to the disappearance of 27year-old Andrea Lloyd, spoke in court about possibly acquiring a private attorney.

>> Do you have an attorney? >> Yes.

>> Who’s your >> I don’t have one yet, but I’m I’m going to get one.

>> He asked that you own the property owner what jet skis and what else? >> Uh the value of my jet skis is um 16,000.

Family tells us Johnson was the boyfriend of Lloyd and father of her two children.

When the question of legal representation came up, Xavier brought up the value of his jet skis, reportedly around $16,000.

>> We asked that you own the property owner what jet skis and what else? >> Uh the val the value of my jet skis is um 16,000.

>> When discussing whether he could afford a private attorney, the judge assigned him a public defender.

Xavier was ordered held without bond and booked into Turner Guilford Knight Correctional Center.

Now, the question that everyone was asking is this.

Why? Police never officially released a motive, but Andrea’s father, Arnold Lloyd, shared what he believed drove Xavier to do what he did.

>> Cuz she was going to leave him.

She was tired of him messing around on her, and she was like a, you know, a wife, not a girlfriend.

If I knew anything wrong, she wouldn’t have been there cuz I could have put in the house myself.

Andrea had been planning to leave Xavier.

She was exhausted by his repeated unfaithfulness, had made her decision that the relationship was over and was moving on.

And there was one more piece to it.

The child Andrea was reportedly carrying, Arnold Lloyd believed that the baby was not Xavier’s.

That combined with her decision to walk away is what her father believed set off everything.

That is not a finding from investigators.

No official motive was ever confirmed, but it is the assessment of a man who knew his daughter, knew the relationship, and was left standing in the wreckage trying to understand the unimaginable.

The two boys were placed in the care of their grandfather, Arnold Lloyd.

He appeared before a judge to take custody, exhausted and griefstricken, but steady, doing what needed to be done for those children.

There is no way to fully describe what that requires of a person.

He had just lost his daughter and now had to hold himself together for her children.

One week after Andrea’s passing, her community gathered for a celebration of her life.

People who had known Drea, worked with her, grew up with her, loved her, came together to honor who she was beyond the headlines.

Whoever, how many ever did this to my daughter? Just suffer.

>> Just suffer >> and never see the light.

>> An emotional night for the loved ones of Andrea Lloyd.

The mother who police say was abducted and killed last week.

Today would have been Andrea’s 28th birthday.

And her family wanted to use this opportunity to celebrate her life and honor her memory.

Meanwhile, her boyfriend and the father of her children remains in jail tonight accused of a murder.

That’s where CBS4’s Joel Waldman joins us from with more details.

Joel.

Elliot and Carly.

That is correct.

The man accused of killing Andre Lloyd sits in a jail cell here at TGK.

He is being held on no bond.

Uh this is Andrea’s family celebrated her birthday today, one week after her murder.

God will allow his blessings to be over us.

>> Prayers instead of wishes for Andrea Lloyd and her family on her 28th birthday.

A sea of pink balloons released into the bright blue sky.

>> And all y’all know that we are a loving family.

>> And that was my baby.

>> Yes.

>> That was my heart.

>> Andrea’s father’s heart now forever broken.

and the youngest of his 12 children found in this swampy area of Homestead.

Now, less than one week after the gruesome discovery, a celebration of life.

>> Her first wish would have been bringing our family together like we always do.

>> Andrea wants us to smile right now.

>> Hard to do whenever a young person’s life is cut so short, but especially difficult knowing the way Andrea died.

Police say Xavier Johnson, her boyfriend of 11 years, beat her up and dragged her into his car at the group home where she worked.

ultimately murdering her.

Johnson is the father of Andrea’s two children as well as the one she was pregnant with, leaving family members asking why.

>> My my thing was, why do you have to do this? You could have just walked away.

>> That fatal decision leading to a barrage of other questions from Andrea’s 5-year-old son.

>> 5-year-old is asking, “Where’s mommy? Where’s mommy? Where’s mommy?” >> An answer they say they’ve shared too difficult for most adults to process, let alone young children.

her uncle just grateful they’re all part of such a big loving family.

>> We always get together for anything that the family needed.

We be there.

Brothers, sisters, nieces, nephews, and all >> and they were in fact all there.

Now, the attorney for Xavier Johnson, he released a statement to us saying that Mr.

Johnson and his family have been recipients of numerous threats since he was identified as a suspect in Miss Lloyd’s case, and we ask that before the public makes a rush to judgment against Mr.

Johnson and presume him guilty, that it allow all the facts of the case to come to light.

Meanwhile, the funeral for Andrea Lloyd will be held this Saturday with details to come.

Reporting live from Northwest Miami Day, Joel Walman, CBS4 News.

Her funeral was held that Saturday.

On what would have been Andrea’s 28th birthday, her family and friends gathered near the area where she was found.

They released pink balloons, stood in that place, and chose to fill it with something that looked like her.

Bright, full of color going up.

Tonight, we’re learning more about tomorrow’s funeral service for Andrea Lloyd.

Her services begin tomorrow at 2:00 pm at the Covenant Baptist Church in Florida City.

Police say the 27-year-old, who was 6 weeks pregnant, was found dead on December 8th in Homestead after her boyfriend, 32-year-old Xavier Johnson, confessed to abducting and killing her.

He’s facing first-degree murder charges.

Years after that, December, Andrea’s mother, Alfreda, took to Facebook during DV awareness month and wrote that she had almost not survived her own first marriage and that surviving had become her badge of honor.

She then said that her daughter, Andrea Lloyd, was a victim of intimate partner violence.

She urged anyone in that situation to plan in secret, to tell their family, and to understand that love does not hurt, that love is patient and kind and does not envy or boast.

She wrote that her life would never be the same because of one selfish and evil act that took the life of her baby girl.

And she asked people to share the post with purple hearts in tribute to Andrea.

That was not just a grieving mother posting about her pain.

That was a woman trying to make sure her daughter’s story meant something going forward, that someone else somewhere would read those words and make a different decision.

On what would have been Andrea’s 31st birthday, her mother posted again.

She wrote, “Today, I’m supposed to wake up singing and screaming happy birthday to you, Andrea Lloyd.

Instead, my heart is broken because you are not here to celebrate year 31.

No matter what, December 13th will forever be Drea Day.

Happy birthday, baby girl.

I miss you.

Three years later, and that grief had not moved.

December 13th will be Drea Day every year.

The world keeps spinning and so does crime.

Stay observant, listen to your instincts, and don’t ignore the warning signs.

I’ll see you in the next case on Crime on Pulse.

Thanks for watching.

 

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