James Pietragallo

Not are the perfect complement for the scenery.

Yep.

That's so sad because they wanted to keep it up because it's a great shot.

So June 9th, 2014, they return an indictment on Martin Booth for one count of second degree murder for killing him.

Okay.

The court issues the bench warrant.

It's funny, too, because what they do is they pull him out like it's a routine court appearance related to his drug case.

And they walk him into a courthouse in cuffs, and then they go, oh, by the way, you're under arrest for murder.

This one's murder.

This one's murder.

Yeah, Martin Booth coerced me.

And the thing is, he said this happened in Martin Booth's garage in—

the same garage that was thoroughly searched on December 18th.

And they found nothing.

And the medical examiner puts the cause of death, or not the cause of death, the time of death before December 18th.

Oh, so either the cops.

OK, either they're the medical examiners wrong, which is possible with that much decomposition.

Or these cops are so fucking inept that a person was had their skull bashed in, shot and then removed.

And then they searched the house very soon after and didn't find one fucking sign of that.

Everywhere.