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That vehicle, had the belief under common sense the registered owner was likely the driver, pulled the vehicle over, initiated the stop, cited the individual for being a habitual violator. That common sense belief is one that has been recognized by the judges in 12 state Supreme Courts, four circuit courts of appeals across the country and that is that finding the registered of the owner of the vehicle as a driveres a common sense inference absent information to the contrary. Some may argue that the existence of a suspended license would undermine that suspicion but of the 16 courts that i just mentioned, 11 of them have dealt with this precise situation and the judges of those courts have indicated that reasonable suspicion continues to exist even in that circumstance. Indeed the factual predicate for the habitual violator law across the country is that the registerregister ed owner may be continuing to drive. Were asking whether ....
There was one tiny clue that didnt fit at all. The inscription said, love always, cori and ryan. So they wanted to find out whos ryan . Whos cori . Said thats like looking for a needle in a haystack. The trail would lead hundreds of miles away to a chilling piece of evidence. That mustve been a shocker to have it cross your desk . Pretty much sends a chill down your spine. I killed someone. He was older. I loved it. Pretty scary. A sinister story, but not even it revealed the whole, twisted truth. I know what happened. No one will believe me. Its like, is this really happening . I didnt think i could feel so much anger. Reporter it was late, past midnight, when the farmhouse loomed up in their headlights. No sign of life. Not to them, anyway. He hit the brakes. This was the place. They grabbed their weapons, headed for the house. A window unlocked. Pay dirt. The prairie takes on a sweet, rolling pitch as it tucks into a nebraska corner an hour south of omaha. Here the rich black soil h ....
Didnt fit at all. The inscription said, love always, cori and ryan. So they wanted to find out whos ryan . Whos cori . Said thats like looking for a needle in a haystack. The trail would lead hundreds of miles away to a chilling piece of evidence. That mustve been a shocker to have it cross your desk . Pretty much sends a chill down your spine. I killed someone. He was older. I loved it. Pretty scary. A sinister story, but not even it revealed the whole, i know what happened. No one will believe me. Its like, is this really happening . I didnt think i could feel midnight, when the farmhouse loomed up in their headlights. No sign of life. Not to them, anyway. He hit the brakes. This was the place. They grabbed their weapons, headed for the house. A window unlocked. Pay dirt. The prairie takes on a sweet, rolling pitch as it tucks into a nebraska corner an hour south of omaha. Here the rich black soil has grown solid and faithful american. A tiny remnant who have planted themselves in an ....
No sign of life. Not to them, anyway. He hit the brakes. This was the place. They grabbed their weapons, headed for the house. A window unlocked. Pay dirt. The prairie takes on a sweet, rolling pitch as it tucks into a nebraska corner an hour south of omaha. Here the rich black soil has grown solid and faithful american. A tiny remnant who have planted themselves in and around a place called murdock, the sort of place where heads turn when a stranger drives by. And a familys name is carved on it was Easter Sunday, 2006. A big farm yard and like every year, an Easter Egg Hunt. Grandma and papas yard. Reporter or mom and dad to tami who brought her own son, like always. They found their easter eggs. They found their Easter Baskets. Mom always made every individual Easter Ba ....
But this case wasnt closed. There was one tiny clue that didnt fit at all. The inscription said, love always, cori and ryan. Whos ryan . Whos cori . Said thats like looking for a needle in a haystack. The trail would lead hundreds of miles away to a chilling piece of evidence. That mustve been a shocker to have it cross your desk . Pretty much sends a chill down your spine. I killed someone. He was older. I loved it. Pretty scary. A sinister story, but not even it revealed the whole, twisted truth. I know what happened. No one will believe me. Its like, is this really happening . I didnt think i could feel so much anger. Reporter it was late, past midnight, when the farmhouse loomed up in their headlights. No sign of life. Not to them, anyway. He hit the brakes. This was the place. They grabbed their weapons, headed for the house. A window unlocked. Pay dirt. The prairie takes on a sweet, rolling pitch as it tucks into a nebraska corner an hour south of omaha. Here the rich black soil ....