A Voice for
My Mom wants very much for my story to be told
so she is going to help me try to tell it. I
know there are unanswered questions and I have
no way to give her the answers. But, with my
Mom’s help, I will tell you as much as I can.
On the morning of July 3rd, 1999, I met my
co-worker, Jonathan Lloyd. We worked together at
Kinko’s. Our shifts only crossed for a short
period of time but when I was in training only a
few weeks before, we did work together. That
morning, he made advances toward me that I
rebuffed, and then he strangled me to death in
the home of his girlfriend on Willow Street. He
hid my body overnight in his parents storage
unit off Mt Rose Highway. The next day, July
4th, he bought 5 cans of highly flammable
chemicals and a sleeping bag, placed my body in
the sleeping bag, poured the chemicals over my
head and body and set my body on fire. The
authorities know that I died the day before at
approximately 11:00 in the morning. They know
that Jonathan Lloyd strangled me with a rope.
Also, there are others who know that Jonathan
Lloyd physically attacked me. He told them so.
But he destroyed a lot of evidence when he
burned my body, and because he had killed me the
day before, his burning of my body is considered
to be only a minor offense known as “improper
disposal of a body”. My Mom is very angry that
the act of burning my body is legally considered
to be only a minor offense because I was already
dead when he did it. My Mom was never able to
see me again and she is haunted by the horror of
what he did to me.
So Mom wants me to tell you about myself. I was
20 years old, and would have been 21 on December
16th, 1999. I went to Galena High School for my
freshman and sophomore years and then moved to
my Dad’s in California, where I graduated from
high school in 1997. I played the violin in the
Galena Orchestra and sat 1st chair, 2nd violin
plus I played for the Galena Chamber Orchestra.
After I graduated from high school, I attended
one year of college at Feather River Junior
College. I played basketball for Feather River
and it seems I was well liked by my teammates
and known by my coaches as a fun loving, hard
working team player. Some of my teammates and
all of my coaches came to my memorial service on
the Friday following my death. I know I really
meant a lot to them.
After a year of college, I came home to live
with my Mom and Step-Dad in Reno and found a job
at Macys, in the fine china and tabletop
department. I had many wonderful clients and
co-workers and worked there for 10 months. I
also took a part time job working for Franktown
Corner Car Wash. But I knew I needed to do more
with my life. My Mom had told me that for what
seems forever, and I decided to look for another
job that paid better so I could repay my Mom the
money she had loaned me for my car. For almost
all the month of June, I worked all three jobs,
Macy’s, Kinko’s and Franktown Corner Car Wash.
On June 28th, 1999, I went to Sacramento where I
enlisted in the US Navy. I took all the tests
and signed a 6-year enlistment. Because I did so
well on the entrance exams, I was given my
choice of fields. Boy, was I excited and proud
of myself. When I got home on the evening of
June 28th, all I could talk about was the Navy.
I chose the delayed entry and had decided to
work for Kinko’s and Franktown Corners for
another six weeks before I left for Boot Camp.
Five days later, I died and was never be able to
fulfill my dreams. Two days before I died I got
my paychecks and put all my money in the bank,
except the $5.00 I held out as spending money. I
really didn’t need any money because all I was
going to do was spend time with friends and
work. I tested completely drug-free at the Navy
Recruitment office on the Monday before I died,
and when the coroner tested my body after I was
found, I still tested drug free. Mom wants
everyone to know, I didn’t have any drugs around
and I didn’t have any money, so what Jonathan
Lloyd told the police couldn’t be true. I did
not meet him to buy drugs. Mom guesses that I
went to meet him that morning just to have
breakfast and talk about the Navy before I came
home to sleep. I have no way to tell her why I
met him that fateful day. Unfortunately, she
will never know.
I have lots of friends and family and feel so
very badly for all their pain. It is very hard
on my family to know my death was so brutal. I
fought Jon Lloyd very hard, but I was a pretty
small person, only 109 pounds and Jon Lloyd is
over 6’ tall and weighed over 200 pounds. I
fought for my life! The police know that I
fought very hard because they saw the scratches
and marks I left on Jon Lloyd when they picked
him up at Kinko’s a few days later. But
unfortunately I lost that fight and so did my
family and friends.
My Mom was told by the District Attorney’s
office that they were considering seeking the
death penalty. However, as time passed a
critical document was not filed and, based on
the lack of this document filing, the DA’s
office couldn’t seek the death penalty without
bringing the matter before the Supreme Court to
ask for a special ruling. Also, it was
determined, during their “staffing” meetings,
that there did not exist a sufficient number of
“aggravators” as the law calls them, to believe
they would have been successful in seeking the
death penalty. You see, Jon Lloyd is young and
there is no evidence that he has ever committed
a violent crime before. Just those factors alone
“mitigate” the other elements of the crime. My
Mom and I both agree, the law seems very
confusing and from our perspective, unfair, but
that is the law. My Mom now feels that the law
is designed to protect the innocent, basically
the accused – until proven guilty - innocent,
not the victim innocent.
On August 8th, 2000 Jonathan Lloyd pled guilty
to 1st degree kidnapping and 1st degree murder.
This agreement to plead guilty was reached with
the District Attorney’s office and his state
issued attorneys, Fred Pinkerton and John Olsen
in exchange for the state agreeing to drop the
sexual assault charge. On September 22nd,
Jonathan Lloyd will face Judge Janet Berry and
receive his sentence. My Mom, my family, my
friends are praying he will receive a life
sentence without the possibility of parole.
Since I cannot be there to tell the Judge what I
want, my Mom, family and friends want to let
everyone know that he should never be able to
leave prison, he should never be able to walk
freely again. My family and friends have already
been through so much, they should never have to
go before the Parole Board sometime in the
future to beg that they keep Jon Lloyd in
prison. You would think justice would be served
if his life were taken because he took mine …
but that’s not going to happen. The only
sentence that might be considered close to
justice is that he never be able to enjoy
I loved art and music. English was by far my
favorite course in college. I did quite a bit of
writing some of which my Mom found when she went
through my things after my death. One of my
poems is written below and is how I will end
this article. I have missed out on so much and
my family has been devastated by my brutal
death. I’m safe now and reside with God. My Mom
has taken some comfort in knowing that I will
spend eternity in heaven. She and the rest of my
family and friends will now have a personal
Jenny Wren Testa, 1997
Walking in a world of shattered dreams
I opened a bolted door.
There are so many unanswered questions.
What will happen next?
The world turns upside down,
Nobody knows what’s going on.
The door closes behind me and I am now inside.
The minds of those tormented by crazy thoughts
Spin around my body.
Knocked over, I stand up.
I can’t find the door.
This world is scaring me,
We cannot turn back.
The check is in the mail.
This won’t hurt.
I wouldn’t do that.
I love you.
I’m walking along a tilted edge,
I don’t want to fall.
Someone reaches out and touches my hand.
Who is saving me?
Outstretched arms are comforting me,
“Don’t worry, everything will be alright”.
I look into the eyes of love and trust,
I see a place to call home.