District Attorney Keith Stutes and Assistant District Attorney Danny Landry,

    We the undersigned want Edrick J LeBlanc 61 of 615 Country Drive Delcambre, Louisiana 70528 BD: 03/26/1959, prosecuted to the fullest extent of the Law with NO offered Plea Bargain, for the Premeditated Murder of Hollie & Phillip Broussard's family pet/son Wrigley Roux Broussard. 

The words of Wrigley's Mom, Hollie Broussard of Delcambre, LA

We brought Wrigley home December of 2017 as a surprise for Jacob and MaryClaire. We had no idea that his gentle demeanor and vivacious personality would have us consider him another human in our home. Our home is 17 feet in the air so we knew it was important that Wrigley was trained to be obedient. This was an easy task because he was one of the most intelligent dogs I have ever seen. We knew there would be instances when we would have to rely on Wrigley to be able to potty and come back to our door, for an example: When I was 9 months pregnant at 4 am.

Wrigley lived a wonderful life with us, one that was cut short by a senseless act of hate and violence.

We moved to Country Drive, a dead end road in Delcambre, LA in August 2017. We are not from here and we knew that would come with challenges of its own. We never would have imagined that a short 3 years later this would be our reality.

On March 11, I was in desperate need of a babysitter – COVID19 was on the brinks of exploding and we had said that we would try to stay away from our parents; all in their sixties. I hired our most immediate neighbor’s 18 year old daughter to sit with my oldest children, Jacob (10) and MaryClaire (6). When I returned from work my husband had also made his way from offshore and our children were very nervous and upset to tell us that their babysitter had told them “Don’t let Wrigley go down the road, my Uncle Edrick is going to shoot him”. I told my children that was foolishness – no one was going to shoot Wrigley. When my husband and I finally got everyone to bed – I sipped my wine and looked at Phillip. I knew that he was thinking the same thing. “Who IS this man and would he really kill our dog??” Phillip knew some guys who had worked with him offshore before – some of which did not have the best things to say about his character. We are non-confrontational and we surely did not want to throw this poor girl under the bus for making such an unbelievable comment about her uncle. I started to notice that Wrigley would literally be whining at our door to go out – something that he has never done before. There was a black lab in our yard just waiting for her boyfriend, Wrigley, to come outside. I asked Phillip who that pretty girl was for – I had never seen her before. I finally convinced Phillip that he needed to take a walk down to the end of the road and see if this man was outside by chance. He accompanied Wrigley down the road, where they met up with the black lab and her owner, Edrick LeBlanc. Phillip introduced himself – they talked about offshore, the mutual acquaintances they had and without “ratting out” the babysitter, Phillip brought up Wrigley running down there. LeBlanc admitted that his black lab had just had her first heat, and that all of his beagles (there must be at least 10 in a cage) are females. LeBlanc’s wife said that she heard we had purchased some property and planned to sell our house. LeBlanc offered Phillip pieces of a camper that he was taking apart, if we were in need of anything. Phillip came home in good spirits. This charming psychopath had convinced him that he was a good guy. Looking back, I should of done a million things different to prevent this monster from killing my baby 3 days later.

Friday March 27th, I was still very much adjusting to working from home due to COVID19. Our company phones are forwarded to my cell, so I have a lot of calls coming in. I let Wrigley out to potty about 8 am. We usually stand on the porch and watch him, offer him a treat and he comes running. I heard my phone ringing and ran inside to answer – I got extremely busy and caught up in work. About an hour later I realized that Wrigley was not back on the porch – something he ALWAYS does. We began looking for him. Does that make me an irresponsible pet owner? Sure – have at it. I would give anything to go back to that day and I promise you I would put myself in front of that bullet – and that makes me a mother.

As Friday went on and no sign of Wrigley my mind immediately went back to the babysitter. I typed a message – erased it – I did not want to sound like a crazy person but where was my baby. I finally sent the message. “my kids told me what you said about your Uncle down the road. You think he did something to him? Or called the pound or something”. I waited for her reply praying that he had called the pound and I knew I could go get Wrigley hopefully Saturday. She said: “I don’t think he would and I don’t think he called the pound.” Well, okay – then where was Wrigley? I was determined to stop at nothing– dead or alive, I was going to find him. 4 sleepless nights, 5 gut-wrenching days – unable to eat I searched for my boy.

Despite any and all quarantine rules my family came running. My children rode their bikes up and down, yelling for Wrigley and passing out flyers that said “Have you seen me? Please call my Mom”. On Sunday we set out on foot searching wooded areas and we made our way down to the drainage canal at the end of the road – where Wrigley was later found. There were two carcasses – one was definitely a deer and I am still not sure if that was actually Wrigley in there on Sunday and we just completely missed it – or if it was another deer. “What in the hell is going on down here” I thought. I know it is not deer season. As my dear mother would say: “There’s something rotten in Denmark”.

On Monday, I picked up a large banner for the front of our home – “Bring Wrigley Home” with his cute picture I had just taken of him the weekend before. He gets so many haircuts, we laugh that he always looks different. I put out 40 political size yard signs in every place I could think of. We rode around talking to anyone we could find outside and chased the mail trucks to ask if they had seen him running around. Looking back, it makes me sick that this monster watched me and my family do ALL of this knowing that he dumped Wrigley’s body like a piece of trash.

I will save you the mental anguish of having to hear the full story about how we found him and got him out after being in water for 5 days. But, I was determined to get him to see if he had been shot. There were visible holes in his chest so I immediately called VPSO. I had never heard of a necropsy so I was extremely relieved that there was a possibility that we’d get a bullet and be able to trace it. Shout out to Whittington Vet Clinic for taking my call at 8 pm, calmly and compassionately handling the situation from the time I found his body, calling to tell me the results, and calling to tell me with the deepest regret that the cremation professional was unable to stamp Wrigley’s paw print. I tear myself up because I should of got in that canal on Sunday to make sure it wasn’t him and then I could have had his paw print.

#JusticeForWrigley went viral – fast. The vet told me that he was shot execution style that she was unable to perform a full necropsy because of the state of decomposition. I still picture those holes in his chest but I waited patiently for our wonderful detective to do his job.

What I am about to say is as hard as it is for me to type as it is for you to hear, I promise. It turns my stomach inside out and the lump in my throat starts all over, my hands start shaking and my chest is unable to allow an easy breath.

According to an eye witness, Wrigley was running carefree – in their words “Doing nothing, he was doing NOTHING” – Edrick LeBlanc hunted him from a distance, hitting him in the chest area. My strong, loyal boy stumbled and was dragging himself down the road trying to get home to us. His murderer walked up to him IN THE ROAD and finished him, point blank. He retrieved his front end loader, scooped him up and discarded him into a coulee that drains into the Delcambre Canal. But, not before removing his collar.

I have replayed that morning over and over. What I should of done and could of done different. What that coward should of done different. Why didn’t he tell Phillip 3 days before that – Why didn’t he call the cops or animal control. What was big, goofy Wrigley doing – a dog who wouldn’t hurt a fly. As MaryClaire said “Momma, I bet Wrigley was just thinking of us trying to come home and he was really hurt – like our hearts are now”

#JusticeForWrigley will prevail through this cowardly act. Blood remains on Country Drive where Wrigley lost his life – and a huge piece of my heart is right there as well.