he heard from bambi, how her parents were not fair to her, my parents are horrible people, and i m you know, they ve taken advantage of me. to make things right, argued the prosecutor, the dutiful boyfriend and his right-hand man entered the house and hunted down bambi s parents in their night clothes. the jury had just heard a drama of southern gothic proportions. dripping with family greed and hatred. now it was time for an entirely different story. none of the puzzle pieces fit. rick s defense team, including attorney barbara pratt, told the court that the state s case was heavy on fiction, light on facts. they had a puzzle, they had neat little pieces, but the pieces weren t exactly right. the state was so desperate to prove its case, she said, it clung to the word of a jailhouse snitch and career criminal. a fellow that is there to cut himself a deal and get himself some assistance, i guess, in his own case, is not likely to be credible.
own case, is not likely to be credible. not only was the snitch not to be believed, the defense told the jurors, but the state was also trying to confuse them about the mystery blood found at the crime scene. the bottom line, said pratt, the dna from that blood cleared their client from the murders. the dna didn t match. and we knew the dna was not going to match rick. they knew that, she said, because rick had an alibi for the night of the murders. he had been asleep in myrtle beach with bambi. the way pratt saw it, the most challenging part of the case was the blood on rick s shoe. to explain how it got there, rick took the stand. he pointed out that on the morning the bodies were discovered, police had examined him thoroughly and found nothing. if there was blood on my shoes that morning, i would have been arrested right then and there. there was no blood on my shoes that morning. that came later, he said, when he stepped into the blood-soaked bathroom. despite that police
mother off her back. he heard from bambi, how her parents were not fair to her, my parents are horrible people, and i m you know, they ve taken advantage of me. to make things right, argued the prosecutor, the dutiful boyfriend and his right-hand man entered the house and hunted down bambi s parents in their night clothes. the jury had just heard a drama of southern gothic proportions. dripping with family greed and hatred. now it was time for an entirely different story. none of the puzzle pieces fit. rick s defense team, including attorney barbara pratt, told the court that the state s case was heavy on fiction, light on facts. they had a puzzle, they had neat little pieces, but the pieces weren t exactly right. the state was so desperate to prove its case, she said, it clung to the word of a jailhouse snitch and career criminal. a fellow that is there to cut himself a deal and get himself some assistance, i guess, in his
snitch and career criminal. a fellow that is there to cut himself a deal and get himself some assistance, i guess, in his own case, is not likely to be credible. not only was the snitch not to be believed, the defense told the jurors, but the state was also trying to confuse them about the mystery blood found at the crime scene. the bottom line, said pratt, the dna from that blood cleared their client of the murders. the dna didn t match. and we knew the dna was not going to match rick. they knew that, she said, because rick had an alibi for the night of the murders. he had been asleep in myrtle beach with bambi. the way pratt saw it, the most challenging part of the case was the blood on rick s shoe. to explain how it got there, rick took the stand. he pointed out that on the morning the bodies were discovered, police had examined him thoroughly and found nothing. if there was blood on my shoes that morning, i would have been arrested right then and there. there was no blood
bennett, who had manipulated her boyfriend, rick gagnon, into doing her murderous dirty deed. get back the deed, get her mother off her back. he heard from bambi how her parents were not fair to her, my parents are horrible people, and i m you know, they ve taken advantage of me. to make things right, argued the prosecutor, the dutiful boyfriend and his right-hand man entered the house and hunted down bambi s parents in their night clothes. the jury had just heard a drama of southern gothic proportions dripping with family greed and hatred. now it was time for an entirely different story. none of the puzzle pieces fit. rick s defense team, including attorney barbara pratt, told the court that the state s case was heavy on fiction, light on facts. they had a puzzle, they had neat little pieces, but the pieces weren t exactly right. the state was so desperate to prove its case, she said, it clung to the word of a jailhouse