Papi Killed Mommy

   Hi, I'm Nikki — the daughter of a murdered woman. Welcome back. This week, I take you back to 1993, when my mom's case stalled—but my Aunt Wendy never stopped fighting. Together with Grandma Bea, they held on to hope, and now I carry their legacy as the third generation of Wasilishin women demanding justice for my mother Stacy Wasilishin. This cycle must stop— You'll hear the story of my sister...

  It was three weeks before my 11th birthday, when my mother, Stacy Wasilishin, was killed. For weeks now, I've taken you back to July of 1993 — to the night she died, the hours after, and the painful days that followed. In this episode, we reach a turning point: the final interview Russell Peterson ever gave to police about my mother's death. On September 3, 1993, detectives sat down with Russell...

  Sunday, July 11, 1993. The day I learned my mother was dead. In this episode, I take you into the moment that shattered my childhood. That morning, my foster family drove me and my little sister to the Sedona Police Department. Inside a room filled with silver folding chairs and scattered toys, I sat frozen — until the only familiar face in the room, my mother's boyfriend Russell Peterson, broke...

  In the previous episodes, I walked you through my mother's final day, the chaotic hours after her death, and Russell Peterson's first interview. But the story didn't stop there. In this episode of Papi Killed Mommy , I take you deeper into July 10, 1993—the day after my mother's murder—and into Russell's second police interview , where his story starts to unravel. This was the interview where Ru...

  Episode 3: In the Hours After In this episode, I take you into the hours immediately following my mother's murder—hours I've spent my entire life trying to piece together. From the moment I was pulled from my bed and placed in a squad car beside my three-year-old sister, to the moment Russell Peterson, my mother's boyfriend and the father of my sister, was inexplicably placed in the same squad c...

  On July 8, 1993, my mother, Stephanie "Stacy" Wasilishin, spent the day struggling — at work, in her relationship, and in her spirit. It would be the last day of her life. In this episode, I walk you through the full timeline of my mother's final hours, backed by details from the police case file, witness interviews, and phone records. I trace her movements from her final shift at Pietro's resta...

  I was ten years old the night my mother was murdered — a night that shattered my childhood and changed my life forever. In this episode, I take you back to that fateful evening, sharing the intimate and haunting details of the last time I ever saw her alive. My mother wasn't just a woman I loved; she was my safe place, my protector, my guide. That night, she was in the living room, lights dimmed...

  The call begins with "9‑1‑1, what's your emergency?"  Moments later, the man on the other end admits he might have killed my mother. Yet 32 years have passed without a single charge, trial, or ounce of justice. My name is Nikki —daughter of a bright, funny, fiercely loved woman whose death was ruled a homicide and then quietly shelved. I was ten when I kissed her good‑night for the last time. To...

  BONUS EPISODE: A Letter From a Friend Before Papi Killed Mommy officially launches on July 9th, I wanted to give you the chance to meet the woman at the heart of this story — my mom, Stacy. This bonus episode features a letter written by one of my mother's oldest and closest friends. In it, she shares vivid memories and heartfelt reflections that paint a picture of who my mom truly was — beyond...

   I was 10 years old when my mother was murdered.  The man who did it is still free.  This isn't just a true crime podcast — it's my real life.  If you believe in justice, subscribe to Papi Killed Mommy  Support the show