She Trusted Her FAVORITE Cousin — CCTV Captured What He Did Next Pure Evil | HO”

At exactly 1:00 a.m. on January 4, 2022, a security camera mounted above a quiet Detroit apartment complex recorded a moment that would later be described by prosecutors as “the point of no return.”

The grainy footage showed a white sedan slowly backing into a driveway.
The driver reversed carefully, methodically, positioning the trunk so it faced away from the street—hidden from public view.

Minutes passed.

Then the car pulled away into the darkness.

When it returned less than ten minutes later, the trunk was empty.

The teenage girl who had entered that house earlier that night—17-year-old Zion Foster—was never seen alive again.

A MOTHER’S FEARFUL MORNING

Sierra Milton woke up on the morning of January 5, 2022, with a feeling she couldn’t shake.

Her daughter’s bed was untouched.

Zion, a high school senior at East Detroit High School, hadn’t come home.

Normally, Sierra might have tried to calm herself. Zion had run away before—twice in the previous year—both times returning unharmed. The teenager was spirited, independent, and occasionally defiant.

But this time felt different.

Zion had worked her shift at the Detroit Wing Company the night before. She came home afterward. She asked permission to go out.

Most importantly—she told her mother exactly who she was going with.

Her favorite cousin.

Jallen Brazier.

Sierra trusted him completely.

She had watched Zion walk out the door shortly before 11 p.m., getting into Jallen’s car. She had greeted him in her driveway many times before.

That was the last time Sierra ever saw her daughter alive.

“ON MY WAY” — THE TEXT THAT NEVER CAME TRUE

Shortly after midnight, Sierra received a message from Zion’s boyfriend, Vertez Gonzalez.

He couldn’t reach Zion.

The last text he had received from her read simply:

“On my way.”

Calls went straight to voicemail.

Messages went unanswered.

At 8:00 a.m., Vertez sent a chilling follow-up text:

“Are you alive?”

Sierra’s panic exploded.

She immediately contacted Jallen.

His response stunned her.

He claimed he had not seen Zion in years.

Three years, he insisted.

Sierra couldn’t process it.

She had seen him in her driveway weeks earlier. Zion left with him twice a month. Jallen didn’t deny that Zion said she was with him—he suggested something else.

He accused his cousin of lying.

A LIE BUILT ON DIGITAL SHADOWS

Jallen claimed Zion must have been using his name as an alibi—meeting someone else near his home.

To support this, he pointed to location data.

Zion shared her phone location with her boyfriend, Vertez.

That data placed her across the street from Jallen’s house at 11:24 p.m.

Vertez had even screenshot the location.

To police, Jallen’s explanation sounded plausible.

To Sierra, it was absurd.

She knew her daughter.

And she knew her nephew was lying.

POLICE DISMISSAL AND A FAMILY’S DESPERATION

When Sierra reported Zion missing, police were blunt.

Her daughter had a history of running away.

They classified the case as a runaway, not a missing child.

Sierra felt dismissed.

So she fought back.

Family and friends plastered Detroit with flyers. They organized searches. They begged the media for coverage.

“Please help us find my daughter,” Sierra pleaded on camera.

Meanwhile, police finally visited Jallen’s home.

He appeared cooperative.

He allowed officers inside.

His girlfriend, Katrina Smith, was present.

He repeated his claim: he hadn’t seen Zion in nearly a year.

He even offered Ring camera footage.

When Sierra reviewed it, she noticed something disturbing.

Gaps.

The footage from the night Zion vanished was missing.

Deleted.

Police claimed they found nothing suspicious.

They left.

THE CAMERA NEXT DOOR THAT EXPOSED EVERYTHING

Sierra refused to give up.

If Zion’s location placed her near Jallen’s home, there were neighbors.

Neighbors with cameras.

One doorbell camera told the truth Jallen tried to erase.

At 11:15 p.m., Jallen’s white sedan pulled into his driveway.

Two people exited.

One male.

One female.

Minutes earlier, Jallen had driven Katrina to work. She worked the midnight shift from 11:00 p.m. to 6:00 a.m.

The woman entering the house could not have been Katrina.

Phone data confirmed it.

The two people were Jallen Brazier and Zion Foster.

The camera never captured Zion leaving.

THE TRUNK, THE DRIVE, AND THE LIE

At 1:00 a.m., the same camera captured Jallen backing his car into the driveway.

Trunk facing away.

Hidden.

Then the car drove off.

Less than ten minutes later, it returned.

The trunk was empty.

Search warrants followed.

Police searched the house.

The car.

Nothing obvious.

Then the dogs arrived.

Canine units alerted unmistakably at the trunk.

The scent of death lingered.

“I PANICKED,” HE SAID

On January 19, Jallen voluntarily met detectives, accompanied by a lawyer friend.

His story shifted.

Yes, he admitted, Zion had been at his home.

They talked.

They used substances together.

She fell asleep on the couch.

When he returned from another room, he claimed her pulse was faint—then gone.

Instead of calling 911, he panicked.

“I put her in my trunk,” he said calmly.

“I took her to Highland Park.”

“I threw her in a dumpster.”

Detectives were stunned.

“How did you know she was dead?” they asked.

“I couldn’t feel a heartbeat,” he replied.

His timeline matched phone data perfectly.

Zion’s phone went silent at 1:00 a.m.

Jallen’s phone placed him at dumpsters minutes later.

Two days afterward, he factory-reset his phone.

A BODY LOST IN A LANDFILL

Police launched one of the largest landfill searches in Detroit history.

Garbage trucks were tracked.

Tons of waste were excavated.

Volunteers in hazmat suits searched for weeks.

Zion was never found.

“She threw my baby away like trash,” Sierra said through tears.

A CASE BUILT WITHOUT A BODY

Jallen was arrested—not for murder, but for lying to police.

He received 23 months.

While incarcerated, his jail calls were monitored.

He frequently asked whether “anything major” had happened.

He sounded relieved when nothing had.

That alone horrified investigators.

If Zion had died accidentally, he should have wanted her found.

Instead, he feared it.

THE BREAKTHROUGH THAT SEALED HIS FATE

Despite wiping his phone, cloud data remained.

Investigators uncovered chilling searches:

Are garbage trucks crushers?

How do police track phone history?

How do you know if police are watching you?

Even more disturbing—months of taboo, incest-themed content searches.

Then came the texts.

Over 4,000 messages between Jallen and Zion.

Romantic.

Manipulative.

Inappropriate.

He invited her to live with him.

Coached her on avoiding police.

Suggested others thought they were a couple.

He called himself “a god.”

Prosecutors said he had groomed his cousin.

THE TRIAL AND THE VERDICT

The trial lasted two weeks.

The defense claimed a seizure or medical episode.

Sierra testified.

Zion had no seizure disorder.

Medical records proved it.

The jury deliberated for 30 minutes.

Guilty.

“YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE SMART”

Jallen Brazier was sentenced to 30 to 90 years for murder, plus 5 to 10 years for tampering with evidence.

Sierra addressed him directly.

“You tried to be slick,” she said. “The people saw you for what you are.”

Zion’s body has never been recovered.

Her cousin will likely never be free again.

A FINAL WARNING

This was not a crime of strangers.

There was no dark alley.

No masked intruder.

Zion Foster trusted her favorite cousin.

She walked into his house willingly.

She never walked out.

Sometimes, the greatest danger wears a familiar face.

And sometimes, evil lives inside the family.