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and would once again escape being convicted. Everyone in the courtroom could see from the arrogant looks on their faces that they thought the proceedings were a big joke and that it was all just fun and games. From time to time, the boys would be heard chuckling as the defense won argument after argument and then finally shattering the eyewitness testimony. They were confident that by the end of the day, Neal would be free again and their brotherhood would resume as always. As cavalier as Neal Johnson’s younger brother Mike had been all through the proceedings, he didn’t like Nick Olson, the prosecutor, one damn bit. He was very protective of his older brother and the more Nick tried to prove Neal guilty, the more pissed off Mike got. Every time Nick went on attack against his brother, Mike wanted to just stand up and blow the guy’s head off. However, from the way things stood at the moment, the prosecution couldn’t prove a damn thing and Mike just chalked the guy up as an idiot who didn’t know his ass from his elbow.
When court resumed, the Johnson gang were all but laughing in their seats knowing that the prosecution had nothing and their leader would be out before nightfall.
As the trial resumed, Nick Olson stood before the judge . “I have just received new evidence against the defendant for the murder of Joe Lawson.” A quiet gasp was heard throughout the courtroom and the hairs stood up on the back of Neal’s neck.
What the fuck? he thought. Looking over at his brother, he could see that he was worried, too.
“The prosecution may proceed,” the judge replied.
Without further ado, Nick handed a piece of paper to the judge and the defense attorney and began to explain that although there were no fingerprints in Joe Lawson’s home proving that Neal had been inside, footprints were found leading to and away from Joe’s back door. When the crime lab analyzed the size of Joe’s boots in his closet, the footprints outside were clearly two sizes bigger than Joe’s. Taking dirt samples from Joe’s back yard, they analyzed the dirt while getting and obtaining a search warrant to search Neal Johnson’s house. Because Neal was in jail being held on bond, the investigative team entered his trailer home and found a pair of muddy work boots in the foyer. After ascertaining that Neal’s boots were the same size 12 as the boot prints on Joe’s property, they took the boots back to the lab for a dirt analysis. After doing test after test, the forensic team showed that the prints in Joe’s back yard leading to and from his door were definitely made from Neal Johnson’s boots. They also tested the dirt on the driver’s side floor of Neal’s van and got the same results.
At this point, the gallery was riveted and you could hear a pin drop in the co urtroom. The arrogant, over confident attitudes and cynical expressions that Neal, Mike, and the Johnson boys had throughout the trial was suddenly starting to slip away as they watched the unexpected turn of events. As the defense attorney stood up, objecting that the evidence wasn’t enough to prove that Neal Johnson was ever in the house, Nick placed the final nail in Neal’s coffin. Walking up to the judge’s bench, Nick handed him another piece of paper and then as he started to speak, he handed a copy of that same sheet to the defense attorney.
Walking slowly over to the jury as the judge and defense attorney read what was in front of them, Nick explained, “Upon getting the evidence that proved Neal Johnson had been outside of Mr. Lawson’s home , we then had our team go back into the house, and instead of looking for fingerprints, we were able to pull up foot prints from the kitchen floor and living room carpeting. As you can see from these photos, the foot imprints were made by size 12 boots, and the debris that was left from these boots match the dirt in the back yard.” The moment Nick landed that last bit of information, everyone in the courtroom
When court resumed, the Johnson gang were all but laughing in their seats knowing that the prosecution had nothing and their leader would be out before nightfall.
As the trial resumed, Nick Olson stood before the judge . “I have just received new evidence against the defendant for the murder of Joe Lawson.” A quiet gasp was heard throughout the courtroom and the hairs stood up on the back of Neal’s neck.
What the fuck? he thought. Looking over at his brother, he could see that he was worried, too.
“The prosecution may proceed,” the judge replied.
Without further ado, Nick handed a piece of paper to the judge and the defense attorney and began to explain that although there were no fingerprints in Joe Lawson’s home proving that Neal had been inside, footprints were found leading to and away from Joe’s back door. When the crime lab analyzed the size of Joe’s boots in his closet, the footprints outside were clearly two sizes bigger than Joe’s. Taking dirt samples from Joe’s back yard, they analyzed the dirt while getting and obtaining a search warrant to search Neal Johnson’s house. Because Neal was in jail being held on bond, the investigative team entered his trailer home and found a pair of muddy work boots in the foyer. After ascertaining that Neal’s boots were the same size 12 as the boot prints on Joe’s property, they took the boots back to the lab for a dirt analysis. After doing test after test, the forensic team showed that the prints in Joe’s back yard leading to and from his door were definitely made from Neal Johnson’s boots. They also tested the dirt on the driver’s side floor of Neal’s van and got the same results.
At this point, the gallery was riveted and you could hear a pin drop in the co urtroom. The arrogant, over confident attitudes and cynical expressions that Neal, Mike, and the Johnson boys had throughout the trial was suddenly starting to slip away as they watched the unexpected turn of events. As the defense attorney stood up, objecting that the evidence wasn’t enough to prove that Neal Johnson was ever in the house, Nick placed the final nail in Neal’s coffin. Walking up to the judge’s bench, Nick handed him another piece of paper and then as he started to speak, he handed a copy of that same sheet to the defense attorney.
Walking slowly over to the jury as the judge and defense attorney read what was in front of them, Nick explained, “Upon getting the evidence that proved Neal Johnson had been outside of Mr. Lawson’s home , we then had our team go back into the house, and instead of looking for fingerprints, we were able to pull up foot prints from the kitchen floor and living room carpeting. As you can see from these photos, the foot imprints were made by size 12 boots, and the debris that was left from these boots match the dirt in the back yard.” The moment Nick landed that last bit of information, everyone in the courtroom
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