A suspect in the shooting deaths of Jennifer Hudson’s mother and brother is in custody and is being questioned. The Oscar-winning actress’ nephew was not with the suspect.
Court records show Balfour pleaded guilty in 1999 to attempted murder and vehicular hijacking. He also was convicted in a 1998 case of possession of a stolen motor vehicle, the records show.
The victims were found unresponsive at about 2:45 p.m. inside a two-story white home near West 70th Street and South Yale Avenue in the Englewood neighborhood.
The home was owned by Hudson’s 57-year-old mother.
Although Balfour is now in custody, TMZ reports that he’s being uncooperative and refuses to give any information.
Jennifer’s brother Jason Hudson was found fatally shot in the bedroom. There was no sign of forced entry. The deaths appear to be the result of domestic abuse. Jennifer was in Florida at the time of the incident. She had been scheduled to appear at the Hollywood Awards on Monday for an ensemble cast honor for “The Secret Life of Bees.”
An Amber Alert has been issued for Jennifer’s missing nephew, Julian King.
King is black and has brown eyes and black hair. He is 5 feet tall and weighs 135 pounds.
Earlier in the day, police said they suspected that King was with Balfour in a white Chevy Suburban with license plate: X58-4859 which is registered to Jason Hudson. Now it’s confirmed that Jennifer’s nephew was not with the suspect.
Lost in all this is Jennifer’s sister Julia, mother of the missing 7-year-old. We’re told she works as a bus driver in Chicago. Her employer told us she worked her shift today. She hasn’t been seen since.
UPDATE 9:20 PM ET: A WBBM reporter is saying that neighbors have said a family member in the Hudson household apparently tried to steal a car a few weeks ago, an argument ensued, and he vowed revenge. A photo on Julia’s MySpace page (bottom) posted prior to today’s events alludes to some kind of dispute with William over a car.
And for those commenting that Jennifer’s mom should have lived in a nicer home and neighborhood, Us magazine reports:
Neighbor Angela Russell describes Darnell as a woman who had barbecues at her home.
“She was very kind and very social. She was extremely proud of her daughter but she didn’t let it go to her head. She refused to move out of the neighborhood, she wanted to stay here, this was her home.”
My heartfelt condolences go out to the Hudson family during this very difficult time.
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I know I said I’d do red carpet posts this week but I’m tired. Boo. I may do some next week. TGIF and a big THANK YOU to my loyal readers and all the lovely, new ones with exceptional taste. See ya Monday.
While most kids would love to be presented with their very own car for their Sweet 16, Miley Cyrus is hoping to move out of her parents’ home and into her first apartment at L.A’s The Palazzo at Park La Brea when she celebrates her big day this November 23.
“She wants a place to call her own, where she can have her friends over to watch movies and eat popcorn and have her boyfriendd, Justin Gaston, over,” a Cyrus snitch blabs in this week’s edition of Star Magazine. “Miley is a great negotiatior. Maybe she’ll get her way.”
I can’t wait until this waiting-until-I’m-married Disney slut gets knocked up.
Miley obviously hasn’t learned nuttin’ from Jamie Lynn and Bristol Palin and maybe she needs to learn things the hard way. Great role model!!!!
Miley’s model boyfriend is prettier than she’ll ever be, resulting in her being weak in the knees and mind if she’s considering moving so fast and at such a young age. She has no self control; and I wish her parents the best of luck in preventing her from turning into another train wreck. Someone speed dial Jamie Spears!
It was just last night that I was reading Radar Magazine’s article on Shannen Doherty while on the bike at the gym. Now it’s all ovah!!! R.I.P.
Radar, the smart-shallow magazine and website, is laying off “EVERYONE.” This will be everyone’s last day at the office, apparently. The New York Observer says that “there might a business arrangement to keep the web site afloat and that it will be sold to AMI,” although we’ve heard no confirmation of that [UPDATE: It's true]. It appears that Radar chief Maer Roshan has, indeed, killed trees until all the money is gone.
I knew it! Part of the reason why I posted my rant about the lack of an exchange of body fluids between Callie and Dr. Hahn was because I knew my time was running out and it would happen soon. Well, it did!
Callie and Dr. Hahn vowed to take it slow last week when they went to dinner, but when they went to Hahn’s house, they wrestled each other to the couch then ate out.
Surprisingly, the next day Callie tells Dr. Sloan she hated it! He walked out of the room saying hearing about two women getting it on and one of them hating it is depressing. Callie then tells Hahn she doesn’t think she’s into chicks. Hahn was stunned. She enjoyed sex with Callie and thought she liked it too, which was weird because Callie told Sloan she didn’t like fish tacos.
Then Callie asks Sloan to go down on her and teach her. She drops her pants. He does. Callie then walks into a room where Dr. Hahn is and tells her “Take your pants off.” Hahn says “Excuse me?!” then Callie rips her own shirt off, pulls down her pants, and says she wants to try again. Getting freaky are we?! And on hospital property? Score!
Thank you Grey’s for reading POTP then writing, filming and editing a girl on girl sexy script within a few hours just to appease me. You’re welcome.
