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By Mike Widmer #JusticeForTravis #JodiArias
Please see that Juan gets this. As a retired Tucson Sergeant, I have not seen his equal in many many ways. Thanks, Mike
I think it may be so…..
After months of a grueling trial, testimony was finally over. It’s time for Juan Martinez to enter the court room to begin his closing remarks. As he walked into the court room, I believe Travis was walking with him. He paused as Juan went to his seat, and looked at his family. They sat diligently through the hours of horrifying attempts to take Travis’s accomplishments away from him and ruin the memory of a man who was trying to make his way through this cruel world. He smiled at them, went one by one and touched their cheeks. “Relax” Travis whispered. “This is almost over.” An eerie calm settled over the Alexander family and friends. Samantha and Tanisha both felt his presence watching over them.
Travis walked over to the Arias family. He smiled and acknowledged them without any hostility. As he made his way through the courtroom, he paused at the defense table. Jodi sat staring forward in her seat motionless, in stark contrast to the evening he agreed to take the Calvin Klein photos in the shower. He posed one last time and when he looked back she was already moving toward him with a knife. He began to get up and fight back, but she just kept striking him. He tried to grab her arms, but instead was hurt by the knife. She backed away and he went to the sink. If he could just get his breath. He looked into the mirror in front of him. He no longer felt pain, but he couldn’t understand why Jodi just kept stabbing him. The look in her eyes was like a shark, so cold, so lifeless. He pushed away from the sink. If he could get away he could get help. He staggered down the hall and fell before he could get into the bedroom. Then everything went dark. When he regained consciousness, he looked down and could see his lifeless body being dragged by Jodi back toward the shower. His throat was cut. As she got near the shower, one of his limbs moved slightly because of a muscle reaction. Jodi pulled a pistol from her waist band and shot his head. Travis looked around and felt warm and safe. There were other people walking, sitting and talking in this beautiful place. Everyone was smiling and loving. He knew his earth life was over, but he had to watch over his precious family.
Jodi took off her glasses. She felt something or someone looking at her. Travis paused and looked at the Jennifer and Kurt. He shook his head. He knew what was coming from them. He walked over and stood in front of Judge Stephens. He was impressed with her fairness. He walked over and looked at the jury. The all looked like good people. He felt their resolve.
Travis went over and sat on the table beside Juan and Flores. While Juan was giving his closing remarks, Travis listened intently. When Juan got loud, Travis went over and put his hand on his shoulder. Juan would then quiet his voice. And when the remarks were over, Travis stood with tears in his eyes because Juan’s heart and soul went into the story he told about him and how he was slaughtered.
The next day the defense began making their closing arguments. Travis watched from where his family was seated. He knew it was going to be emotional. What could he do to lighten up the courtroom? Everyone was so intense! Nurmi was fumbling with papers trying to find an exhibit and he looked so ridiculous. Travis walked over and knocked the stack of papers to the floor. Travis laughed and looked around. He got up and went to the rear of the courtroom where a man was seated. He went into his belongings that were behind the man’s seat and pulled out his cellphone. He got the number and put it back. He then went to the defense table. Kurt’s phone was lying on the table and was turned off. Travis picked it up, turned it on and dialed the man’s cell phone. Heads turned as “Dynamite” filled the court room. Jodi looked back with her hand over her mouth. Jennifer looked around. Everyone in the court room looked on as Nurmi stopped talking and looked at the judge. The judge looked toward the man who was struggling to get the phone to stop ringing. Travis laughed out loud but no one could hear him.
“Come on you guys, now that was funny!” Travis chuckled. “That was at least as funny as making that hired-gun psychologist spill his drinking water over and over!” He went back over and sat on the divider in front of his family.
The day ended in court with Juan rearranging the mess Nurmi made trying to confuse and distract the jury from the realities. When the jury was escorted out by the two bailiffs, Travis waited for him at the table where the projector sat. He watched as Juan picked up and stacked exhibits. How was it that he was so lucky as to have had such a man prosecuting his murderer? He could hear Juan hoping in his thoughts that he had done right by Travis and the Alexander family. The family and the attorneys stayed in the court room for a while after the jury left. Travis went over to his family and whispered to them all:
“No matter what the verdict I want all of you to move on. Thank you for all you have done. I am in a good place and not everyone gets to come here. Jodi will have another day of reckoning and it will make today look like a picnic. I have to go but I will always watch over you. And let Juan know how much you appreciate how hard he tried. And tell him that he may not be six foot two, but he’s one bad-*advertiser censored* prosecutor. That’s just the way he rolls, the way he does crap.”
Juan arranged a stack of papers and thought he heard Travis speaking those words at the rear of the court room. The same words he used when he rolled his snowmobile. He smiled and looked back at the family. They were all looking at him.
Mike
