“Peachy keen,” Snider cheerfully responded, Dordea later recounted to Memphis’s News 10.
Three months earlier, Snider’s wife of 53 years, Roberta, had vanished. Police in two states were investigating. Rivers had been searched, polygraph tests administered. But authorities struggled for answers. Snider’s own account of the disappearance had skipped and sputtered like a warped record — a whirlwind of changing stories involving a pilgrimage to Elvis Presley’s home, a mystery ambulance and a bloody sweatshirt.
But as Dordea stood in the Burger King, he knew then Snider had made a crucial mistake. He had spilled his secret to the wrong person.
“His look changed when I told him he was under arrest,” Dordea told 10 News.
On Monday, Snider pleaded guilty to aggravated murder, tampering with evidence and gross abuse of a corpse, Cleveland’s WKYC reported. As part of his deal with prosecutors, Snider has reportedly agreed to finally lead authorities to his wife’s body.
Although Snider’s plea signaled his cooperation with authorities, the Ohio man’s confession was the result of complex police work. At Monday’s hearing, prosecutors revealed the breakthrough in the case came after an undercover officer won Snider’s trust and pulled the truth from the widower. He is now facing life in prison with at least 20 years inside before his eligibility for parole — a virtual death sentence for a man in his eighth decade.
“This is one of the most ghastly crimes I have ever seen,” Judge Frank Forchione told the defendant on Monday, according to a video of the proceeding. “The hottest places in hell are reserved for people like you.”
It all started with a trip to Graceland.
According to multiple media reports, Snider told family members his 70-year-old wife was ill with cancer. A lifelong Elvis Presley fan, Roberta decided before her death she wanted to make a trip to Graceland, the Colonial Revival mansion in Memphis that stands as the holy land for the rock-and-roll pioneer’s fan base. The couple even planned to stay in the famous Elvis-inspired Days Inn near the estate, where the rooms are plastered with Presley photos and the building sits around a guitar-shaped swimming pool.
On Jan. 4, Snider called up a buddy named John Lapp whom he regularly met with others at the Hartville Burger King for morning coffee. Snider said he and his wife were setting off on the 725-mile trip to Tennessee, the Canton Repository reported. He’d be back in a few days.
Lapp, however, would later tell police the phone call was odd. Lapp had known Snider for decades. It was only the second time they had ever talked on the phone.
Three days later, Snider rang up a number of family members back in Ohio from the road. This time he had devastating news. Roberta had died in Memphis, Snider claimed, according to the Repository. He said his wife had choked on her phlegm as they arrived in town and that he approached an EMS truck in a parking lot for help, the Repository reported.
“He said that he flagged an ambulance down and they checked her and put her in an ambulance and left with her and he didn’t know where she went,” Tennessee’s Benton County Sheriff Kenny Christopher later told the Memphis Commercial Appeal.
The day after alerting his family about Roberta’s death — Jan. 8 — Snider was back at the Burger King in Hartville for his morning coffee. He repeated the story to the regulars. A day later, Roberta’s family contacted the Hartville police for help locating the dead woman in Tennessee.
But authorities down south were stumped. EMS, ambulance services, and the Memphis medical examiner’s office all had no record of Roberta’s body, nor did they have a Jane Doe matching her details, the Repository reported. Investigators, however, did pull credit card data showing Snider had actually made the trip.
Police followed up by obtaining security footage from a motel in Kentucky. The images captured Snider’s truck at the establishment, again proving he had been on the road.
But he was alone. Roberta wasn’t in the car.
On Jan. 14, Hartville Police Chief Dordea and another officer confronted Snider with the Kentucky motel photos. According to the Repository, the husband’s story then changed.
Roberta had died on the road, Snider now claimed, but the death had occurred back in Ohio between Columbus and Cincinnati, according to investigators. Snider allegedly told investigators he wrapped his dead wife’s corpse in two trash bags, placed her in his truck’s bed, and continued on to Tennessee so Roberta could have one last posthumous trip to Graceland. After checking into the Days Inn, Snider said, he left the motel in the early morning and threw his wife’s body off a bridge on Interstate 40 into the Tennessee River, according to investigators.
Police in Ohio again reached out to their counterparts in Tennessee.
“The police chief in Hartville contacted me and said they were getting a lot of conflicting stories from Mr. Snider,” Sheriff Christopher told the Commercial Appeal. “Our Benton County rescue squad they went out and drug underneath the bridge and drove over the area searching with boats for about five to six miles. . . . And they haven’t found anything.”
But within days, Snider’s new account crumbled.
According to Ohio.com, credit card receipts again led investigators to a gas station in Wooster, Ohio, where Snider had stopped in the first hours of his trip. Security footage showed the husband was alone, torpedoing his claim his wife died further south on the highway. The same day, as police executed a search warrant of Snider’s home, a police dog sniffed out a torn fragment of a sweatshirt.
With “Hartville” splashed across the front, the clothing item had dabs of blood on it. Roberta’s family later told investigators it was her favorite shirt. Lab tests later confirmed it was 99.999 percent probability it was the missing woman’s blood.
But police did not immediately get the opportunity to question Snider. He attempted suicide in late January, putting off the next confrontation with Chief Dordea. When the Hartville lawman finally confronted Snider in his hospital bed with the gas station photos and bloody sweatshirt, Snider related a third version of Roberta’s death, Ohio.com reported.
His wife had died at home in Ohio, Snider now claimed, according to police. Still intent on giving Roberta a final trip to Graceland, he loaded the body into the truck for Tennessee. Again, he claimed he had driven to Memphis, then dumped his wife into the Tennessee River, according to police.
Although police suspicion now had fastened firmly around Snider, there was little they could do to advance a criminal case. Down in Tennessee, law enforcement had yet to turn up a body. So after his release from the hospital, Snider returned to Hartville and his morning rounds of coffee at the Burger King.
As prosecutors revealed at the hearing this week, not long after his hospital stay Snider was befriended by a woman. How the two met has not been revealed. But the two began bonding over coffee at local fast food restaurants, and their conversations grew intimate.
The woman told Snider she was caring for her dying mother, but the relationship was strained. Eventually she “confided in Snider that she wished her mother would die and even told him that she thought about killing her mother,” prosecutors explained Monday, according to the Repository.
The woman’s confession seemed to deepen the tie. Snider proposed the two should get married so the woman could collect his pension. In turn, the woman told Snider they couldn’t continue their relationship unless he told her the truth about his wife’s death, Ohio.com reported.
He relented. According to Ohio.com, Snider told the woman he and Roberta had fought on the night of Jan. 2. The next morning, he went for his morning coffee at Burger King. When he returned to the house, Roberta was sleeping on a love seat in the living room. Snider said he placed a cloth over her head and bashed her skull with a two-pound hammer, police said. Snider claimed he disposed of the body, murder weapon, and other blood-splattered pieces of evidence on the long ride to Graceland, according to police.
What Snider did not realize was the woman sharing his secrets over coffee was not actually another fast food lonely heart, but an undercover police officer who had just obtained the evidentiary ammunition needed for a prosecution. On April 20, Hartville Chief Dordea arrested Snider at his usual morning hangout.
On Monday, as prosecutors laid out the final account of Roberta’s death, the defendant also briefly addressed the court.
“I put her in the Tennessee River,” Snider said. “That’s where I put her.”
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