We have mentioned the murder of Philadelphia’s well-connected homosexual celebrity Josh Kruger many times, though it seemed to me that, once it was revealed that Mr Kruger’s accused killer, Robert Davis, said that Mr Kruger had started a sexual relationship with Mr Davis when he was just 15-years-old, the credentialed media clammed up as much as they could.
Robert Davis appeared in court Tuesday morning for the first time since he was charged with killing local journalist and advocate Josh Kruger.
by Ellie Rushing | Tuesday, March 12, 2024 | 11:25 AM EDT | Updated: 3:25 PM EDT
Josh Kruger and his cat, Mason.
Robert Davis appeared in court Tuesday morning for the first time since he was arrested in October and charged with killing Kruger, 39, on the steps of his Point Breeze home late one fall night.
Davis waived his right to a preliminary hearing, allowing the case to move forward.
Davis’ attorney and the prosecutor on the case said Davis was expected to plead guilty to third-degree murder and possession of an instrument of crime for his role in Kruger’s death. He would also plead guilty to aggravated assault and illegal gun possession for firing a gun at someone on a SEPTA platform in the weeks earlier, said Assistant District Attorney Jeffrey Palmer.
In exchange for the guilty plea, reporter Ellie Rushing told us that prosecutors dropped the more serious first-degree murder charge. Under Title 18 §2502(a), first-degree murder is the intentional killing of a person, (b)second-degree murder is a homicide during the commission of another felony, and (c) third-degree murder includes all other types of murder. Third-degree murder is a first-degree felony. Under Title 18 §1102(a)(1), conviction of first-degree murder results in either a life sentence, or possibly a sentence of death, while for third-degree murder (d) the sentence shall be fixed at not more than 40 years. Prosecutors agreed to a sentence of 15 to 30 years.
Sounds fairly straight-forward, doesn’t it? Not so fast!
The anticipated plea is the latest development in a complex case that drew national attention. But Davis’ decision to waive the preliminary hearing also prevented many details of the crime from being publicly aired — including a potential motive.
And, second paragraph from the end:
With Davis expected to admit his guilt, many of the details behind the crime and Davis’ relationship with Kruger may never be publicly revealed in court.
Yup, there they go. The Powers That Be want to keep Mr Kruger’s dissolute life quiet. The Inquirer reported, on October 2, 2023, that “police investigators recovered troubling text messages between Kruger and a former partner,” and then, on October 11, 2023:
The family’s contentions come as detectives separately discovered and are investigating what multiple law enforcement sources have called explicit photos and messages in Kruger’s phone. The sources, who requested anonymity to discuss an ongoing investigation, did not say whether the images or messages were connected to Davis, but said they were “disturbing” and have been turned over to the department’s Special Victims Unit for further analysis.
I have no direct knowledge of what was found on Mr Kruger’s phone, but when stuff like that gets “turned over to the department’s Special Victims Unit for further analysis,” most people are going to think of underaged sex partners or child pornography.
Mr Kruger was supposedly a free-lance journalist, and he knew all of the right people in the City of Brotherly Love. I’ve asked before, how many people knew of Mr Kruger’s alleged illegal activities, but, like so much else, everything has been kept hush-hush since the initial revelations emerged.
Miss Rushing’s story practically jumped off the monitor screen at me, screaming, “Cover up! Cover up!” A lenient sentence for murder, and Mr Davis keeps his mouth shut. No trial means no defense attorneys exposing what was on Mr Kruger’s phone, in an attempt to get a favorable verdict for an allegedly abused killer. I can’t prove a cover up motive, but if it walks like a duck and talks like a duck, . . . .
