[to an officer)] Give me that picture over there. Right there. Come on. Come on. Mrs. Travers, I need you to listen very carefully... [pointing to Billy Travers] Is this the person who did this to you?
[Mrs. Travers moves her finger up and down, meaning "yes"]
So from about 8:00 to 11:00, I'm just supposed to take your word for it that you were in your room? And the only person who can account for your whereabouts earlier that day is your girlfriend [starts writing down]
Math. Because you're not man enough to admit what you did. Now I gotta do Math. I hate Math. Half hour by train to get to your parents' place. 25 minutes to stand outside and build the courage to kill them. Another 40 minutes inside to do the deed and change your clothes. 15 minutes to puke and then find a place to ditch the bloody clothes. Another half hour to travel to your room (she sums up) Five... ten... carry one... two hours and 20 minutes, give or take. Plenty of time for you to commit the murder and get back to your room.
The human skull is composed of one of the most durable substances found in nature. It takes approximately one ton to reduce the diameter of the skull by one centimeter. Unfortunately for Walter Travers, when you get whacked in the head multiple times with a blunt-force object, that doesn't mean a whole lot.
Oh, no, no. I was there to testify that they have no business restructuring the College Bowl system. I never got past the door. But the town is... is quite... lovely.
She's not conscious yet but the doctors say she'll pull through. It's nothing short of a miracle. I've never seen anyone take a beating like that and survive.
Yeah, not the most reliable source. We figured we'd come here, lay our cards on the table, give you an opportunity to respond.
MRManny Ravarra
Let me see if I got this right. My crackhead cell mate gives me up for a murder that an eyewitness says was committed by someone else, and you two drop by here to give me the opportunity to say that I didn't do nothing? I got that right?
At the scene, I thought that might be the only chance to talk to her. When they said there was no forced entry, that prompted me to show her a photo of her family.
(sitting in the sidewalk) I can just picture Manny Ravarra, sitting the cafeteria with a stupid grin on his face, eating a bologna sandwich, gloating to the other inmates how two mope detectives are knee-deep in crap for absolutely no reason.
Well, like you said, she was responsive and obeying commands. I hate to play devil's advocate here, Mac, but a defense attorney would have a field day with that ID. Bottom line, we don't have a picture of what happened in her brain when she moved her finger. So there's just no way to know if her ID is reliable.
