After tense and dramatic testimony, filled with more than a few moments that would make any one of us blush, the trump election interference hush money trial today got down to brass tacks, a flood of evidence, phone call data, texts, tweets, documents, that cast new light on the mechanics of the scheme to silence Stormy Daniels and conceal the Hush Money Payments. They set the stage for one star witness and possibly the appearance of another witness who is not on anyones list to testify. Read out loud in court today messages sent between Stormy Daniels publicist, Gina Rodriguez, and the National Enquirer editor dylan howard. These Text Messages show that those two were in talks for months about buying Stormy Daniels story. On october 7th, 2016 april 7th, 2016, rodriguez text but stormy was his mistress. Dylan howard texts back, i bet she was. Can you email me what you have on that . Few months later this exchange from june 28th, 2016. Gina rodriguez texts, she doesnt want to go on the
now, they re about to learn how horribly real her story really was. here again, rob stafford. thursday night is cheap beer and karaoke night at freddy s bar and grill on the north side of syracuse. on april 3rd, 2003, the usual crowd who come to see the aretha/elvis wanna bes saw something unusual. on three separate occasions, when a young african-american girl stood up to sing, an elderly white man got up and stood right next to her on the stage. cindy was the emcee. at the time, i thought he was just trying to perhaps encourage her. later, when the girl went to the lady s room, some noticed the older white man waited outside the door. odd, but not alarming. the kind of thing that only seems significant later on. he was with her wherever she went. he never left her side.
car, which i don t really remember. and he turned around and i wasn t there. just like that. just like that. you were gone. yep. what is the next thing you remember? i had a chain around my ankle, and i didn t know where i was. kiersten says she was lying naked on a cement floor in a tiny windowless enclosure. she says there was barely enough room for her to sit, much less stand. though she doesn t remember how she got there, kiersten says she ll never forget the next person she saw. an old man who came crawling into the shed with crackers and kool-aid. did he explain to you why you were there? he just said i was there because i had to have sex with him every day, and that the bosses, he referred to them as, were keeping me there. how many times did he rape
kept as a sex slave in an underground dungeon? now they re about to learn how horribly real her story really was. here again, rob stafford. thursday night is cheap beer and karaoke night at freddy s bar and grill on the north side of syracuse. on april 3rd, 2003, the usual crowd who come to see the aretha, elvis wannabes, saw something unusual. on three separate occasions, when a young african-american girl stood up to sing, an elderly white man got up and stood right next to her on the stage. cindy orman was the emcee. at the time i thought he was just trying to perhaps encourage her. later, when the girl went to the ladies room, some noticed the older white man waited outside the door. odd, but not alarming, the kind of thing that only seemed significant later on. he was with her wherever she went.
she sounds as if she has taken this chance, that, you know, fell in front of her and she is grant i can to get, to make sure she does it before he gets back. almost sounds to me there is little girl in the background. sounds like there is another voice that s there with her. i ll be interested to see whether or not she brought the little girl out with her or whether or not she was inside. bill: you hear more from the neighbor. the door was open wide enough to put a hand through it. that was it. martha: and they pushed their way out. emotional reaction from the last person believed to have seen amanda berry before she disappeared. her former coworker was with her until the shift ended at burger king. she says all these years she has never lost hope. i was the last person she saw. i felt horrible because i felt it was like my fault. it i could have stopped it she would have been home. she has always been like that. always been a warrior and she fought, she fought to