COTTONWOOD HEIGHTS, Utah (KSL.com) — A Cottonwood Heights woman was charged Tuesday with murder and accused of shooting her estranged husband in the head as he slept and then disposing his body in a shallow grave.

Jennifer Gledhill, 41, is suspected of killing Matthew Johnson, 51, a member of a Special Operations Unit in the U.S. military, whom she had filed for divorce from in July. Johnson’s body has not yet been found.

Gledhill’s alleged crimes were revealed after she confessed to a man she was having an affair with, according to charging documents. That man then contacted police.

She is charged in 3rd District Court with murder, a first-degree felony; five counts of obstruction of justice and drug possession with intent to distribute, second-degree felonies; plus abuse or desecration of a dead body and witness tampering, third-degree felonies.

The Utah National Guard first contacted police on Sept. 25 to report that Johnson had not returned to work. A few days later on Sept. 28, Gledhill reported her estranged husband as missing while stating that she had not seen or heard from him since Sept. 20 when they had an argument, charging documents state.

“Gledhill stated that Matthew told her that he was going to be gone for a week and not to call him,” the charges allege.

But according to a man who police say was having an affair with Gledhill, she went to his house early on the morning of Sept. 22 “and was visibly distraught,” and told him that “she was likely going away for a long time,” court documents say.

Gledhill told the man that Johnson had arrived home and yelled at her because he knew she was having an affair. Then on the night of the Sept. 21, she used Johnson’s handgun to shoot him in the head as he slept in bed, according to the charges.

“Gledhill stated that she smashed Matthew’s cellphone and hid his vehicle in a neighborhood near their house. Gledhill told (the man) that she loaded Matthew’s body into a rooftop storage container, slid him down the stairs by herself, and loaded him into the back of her minivan. Gledhill stated that she had taken Matthew’s body north, dug a hole, and buried him in a shallow grave,” the charging documents allege.

Gledhill allegedly told the man to stay quiet “and that it was not a crime to not say anything.”

The man showed police text messages between Gledhill and him that included Gledhill stating, “I washed everything & vacuumed & it’s not an issue anymore,” the charges say. He also provided detectives with recorded phone calls with her “alluding to her actions.”

A neighbor told police she could hear Gledhill and Johnson arguing from the night of Sept. 21 into the early morning of Sept. 22. Then on Sept. 24, the neighbor observed Gledhill’s parents in the home “cleaning,” according to investigators.

When detectives later went into the residence with a search warrant, they found “the entire wall behind the master bed appeared to have fresh wipe marks from cleaning. Several reddish-brown spots were located on the walls, bed frame, and blinds of the master bedroom. Detectives noted that the wall behind the master bed was covered in bleach. The master bed was pulled away from the wall and the carpet below the bed was forensically tested and flashed positive for human blood in an area with a large circular pattern,” charging documents state. “Detectives noted a strong smell of chlorine in the basement and observed the black carpet on the stairs appeared to have bleach discoloration on several stairs.”

Gledhill’s parents were questioned and they said they were only helping their daughter buy a new mattress, according to police. But when asked if he had gone into the master bedroom, Gledhill’s father said, “I did not go in where the incident happened,” the charges state.

Investigators tracking Gledhill’s cellphone data say on Sept. 22 she traveled north on the I-215 west belt toward the Legacy Parkway and was later recorded on surveillance video at a gas station in Centerville. About five hours later, police say she is recorded on surveillance video “thoroughly cleaning” her vehicle at a gas station on Highland Drive.

“Records searches reveal that (Gledhill) had previously made unsuccessful attempts to secure a protective order against Matthew during the course of their marriage and was found by the court to be an instigator and one to goad Matthew into a response in order to get him in trouble. The state believes that (she) was very calculating in her crimes in that she arranged for the children to stay with her parents during the evening Matthew was killed,” court documents say.

“Investigation further revealed that she asked her parents to keep the children for another day, presumably while she was cleaning up the crime scene and disposing of Matthew’s body.”

There comes a time in a bruised, battered and broken quarterback’s life when it’s time to say the word that is so hard to say.

Goodbye.

Cam Rising … that time has come.

Say it any which way you want. Make it brief or elongate the thing, say it loud, say it proud, say it in hushed tones, say it with a whisper and a tear, say it with a smile, say it the way Truman Burbank so famously did … Good morning, and in case I don’t see ya, good afternoon, good evening, and good night.

The show is over.

Come on, say it with us now … goodbye … farewell … so long … adios … au revoir … sayonara … auf Wiedersehen … adieu … arrivederci …cheerio … toodle-oo.

Too many ows and ouches, and all the expletives that go with them, have already been said.

Cam, you’ve done enough, won enough, hurt enough, rehabbed enough, stood on the sideline enough, made enough, strung your teammates and coaches along enough. Enough is enough. Sometimes enough is too much.

For seven years now you’ve been on and at and engaged in this college quarterbacking pursuit. At least five injuries — we’ve lost count — some of them serious have hampered you, the latest one occurring just the other night, when after sitting out three games with damage to your throwing hand, you attempted a comeback and suffered again. Kyle Whittingham told us this injury means the end of your season.

This most recent news, which comes as no surprise to anybody who watched Friday night’s loss to Arizona State, when you were heaving the ball around like a 100-pound bag of peat moss, must be killing you. We get it. Pain, for you, is an enemy that you’ve been forced to befriend. Rehab is taken for granted by so many of us, but for you, it’s been real and real hard, a constant uphill climb.

Here’s the thing: Now that the lower extremity of your leg is dinged, putting you on the shelf again at this juncture of what was presumed to be your final college season, the upper extremity, the dog ear of your personal page is ready to be turned.

Turn that page, Cam.

Ah, ah, ah … don’t even think about coming back for an eighth year. You heard what your coach said on Monday, that that could be a possibility. His exact words: “We’ll have to explore that in detail with the compliance department. And I’m not even sure Cam would be interested in going that route. He’s got a lot to think about, and so [he needs] to just take a step back and let them get this most recent injury thoroughly diagnosed. … But that would be something we’re talking about sooner rather than later.”

No, no, no, no. You can’t take a step back because your right leg hurts like hell. You can’t think about an eighth year of college football because that would make a serious situation laughable. And you don’t want to become the punchline to anyone’s joke. What does Cam Rising’s college career have in common with the lifespan of the average opossum? Yeah, eight years. You don’t want to play college ball for twice the amount of time it takes for a “normal” student to graduate.

I know, you’re bagging a cool million in NIL money this season, and anybody’s collective would be out of its mind to fork over a fraction of that amount for one more year, given the history.

Sometimes it’s better just to move on. Better for you, better for Utah football. Where one door shuts, a window opens for the both of you. It looks like Isaac Wilson will grab the wheel moving forward. He’s 18, ready to be developed, you’re turning 26 in May, ready to be as old as or older than NFL quarterbacks Jordan Love, Justin Fields, Will Levis, Trevor Lawrence, Brock Purdy, Bo Nix, CJ Stroud, and others. You’re within shouting distance of similar rings around the trunk — yes, a mixed metaphor — as Justin Herbert, Tua Tagovailoa, and Jalen Hurts.

At this point, it looks as though your dreams of playing and lasting in the NFL are as dim as your chances are slim. Do you really want to hang around these college kids through the 2025 season, whatever the NIL bennies might be?

To each his own. It’s your decision, and maybe if pro football looks like a bridge too far, college ball might continue to scratch any itch that’s left. But it’s just as likely to hammer you back into the sick bay. And nobody wants to see that.

Your college achievements will be remembered. You’ll always have 2021 and 2022, when you passed for 2,493 yards and 3,034 yards, when you threw for 20 touchdowns the one year and just five interceptions, and the other year when you threw 26 touchdown passes against just eight picks. You won Pac-12 championships and led your team to Rose Bowls, although we know how those turned out.

It would’ve been nice for you to finish off your push at Utah with a stellar season this time. You’re a talented, swashbuckling dude who is, as Whittingham has said many times, “a great quarterback and a great leader.” What he didn’t say, because he didn’t have to, is you’re also China in a bull shop. And in a brutal game you’ve mastered when healthy, an athlete who plays the most important position on the field has to be counted on to actually play.

The football gods have cheated you by making you too human to be counted on. Perhaps now you can be valuable china in a different shop, a shop where your shoulders and knees and fingers and legs won’t get busted up through no fault of your own.

Say it, Cam. Say what Truman said with such conviction, such dignity, such freedom. Say your goodbye and be good with it.

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TOOELE COUNTY — Newly released video from a Utah Department of Public Safety helicopter captured a lengthy pursuit and a fiery crash on Interstate 80.

The ordeal happened on Sept. 25, when police said a rolling domestic dispute turned into a pursuit involving West Wendover Police and subsequently Utah Highway Patrol.

Investigators said the pursuit stretched over 40 miles with speeds at times reaching 120 miles per hour.

Eventually, the DPS helicopter captured a trooper in a SUV conducting a pit maneuver to bring the car to a stop with flames and smoke coming from the vehicle.

As troopers approached with guns drawn, the video shows a woman eventually emerging from the driver’s side with hands up. Later, the male driver gets out and on the ground, before troopers drag him away from the burning car.

According to police, neither the man nor the woman were injured during the pursuit.