Zimmerman: Once Upon a Midnight Dreary While I Pondered Weak and Weary

Much of the background noise during the NEN call is unintelligible, but I heard one statement clearly.

“My keys are in the truck.” George Zimmerman was out of his truck when he said this to someone.

I also heard what sounded to me like racking his gun to chamber a round, just before he says, “Zimmerman.”

I do not believe anyone would get out of their vehicle to chase a potential burglar and leave their keys in it unattended. For example, what happens if that someone doubles back and steals the vehicle?

No, that never made sense to me.

That led me to think that someone was in the truck or George Zimmerman wanted someone to use his truck.

Keeping in mind that GZ lies all the time, he did say that he and Shellie customarily shopped on Sunday night for groceries for the coming week and that he was on the way to do that when he spotted TM.

Could Shellie have been in the truck?

Probably not, because I think we would have heard her objecting to him getting out of the truck to follow Trayvon Martin.

That means he may have wanted someone who lived nearby to use his truck or else someone else got out of the truck with him and accompanied him a short distance before they decided to separate.

Apparently, TM did not mention seeing more than one person to Dee Dee, but he might not have been able to see anyone inside the vehicle after dark, particularly if the windows were tinted, the headlights were on, and he was in front of the vehicle looking back at it. Even from the side, a passenger may not have been visible.

The next question is to whom would GZ have made this statement while he was hunting TM?

Where was Frank Taffee?

He did not live nearby, but GZ might have picked him up, if Taffee had called him to tip him off about a potentially suspicious stranger entering the neighborhood from the street using the cut-through that passed by his townhouse.

What about the curious story recounted and later retracted by W6 (John Doe), that TM was on top of GZ raining down blows MMA style? That is not the sort of activity that someone is likely to innocently confuse with some other sort of activity, especially from close range illuminated by a porch light that he always left on.

Nope, he made that up. He lied and we know he lied because GZ did not have the wounds one would expect to see, if that happened.

Why did he lie?

We are missing GZ’s cell phone records that would show, if he called anyone or anyone called him before and after he called NEN.

GZ seemed distracted toward the end of the NEN call when he suddenly suggested the dispatcher have the officer en route call him when he arrived in the neighborhood. I do not believe there is any doubt that this change of plan meant GZ intended to hunt down TM and prevent him from getting away before the officer arrived.

Did someone else go directly to the rear entrance and start working his way back from there toward RVC and possibly signal “all clear” up to GZ standing at the cut-through sidewalk and RVC?

Did both then move to the N and S ends of the green space between the back sides of the two rows of townhouses and start approaching each other looking for TM?

Was GZ coordinating actions with this person while talking on his cell phone just before he saw TM?

Did he receive a call from someone, possibly W6, who told him TM was in his backyard or nearby?

Did TM suddenly attempt to make a break for it as GZ approached him?

Did GZ have a gun in his hand or was he reaching for it when TM ran? Might that have been what caused him to run?

If I were GZ and working alone, I would have driven directly to the rear entrance and parked my vehicle. Then I would have started working my way back from there confident that I had sealed off the escape route from the neighborhood.

There were two avenues of escape to the rear entrance, however. One was via RVC and the other one was between the two rows of townhouses. I could not cover both, so I would have had to wait near the rear entrance where I could see anyone who attempted to escape the neighborhood via that route.

When I ask myself why GZ went all the way to RVC supposedly looking for an address that he never gave to the dispatcher and why he waited around in the vicinity of the T intersection chatting with the dispatcher on the NEN, instead of proceeding directly to the rear entrance, the answer that immediately comes to mind is that someone else already was down there and he knew it because he ended his call with the dispatcher to talk to his confederate on the cell phone.

If I’m right, the police have the phone records, they know who the second person was and this would be one of the facts that they probably would withhold until the last possible moment for maximum strategic value.

At least that is what I would do.

Now whom might that person have been?

I’ll hazard a guess that, if it was not Frank Taffee, who may have accompanied him in the vehicle and then on foot for a short distance before separating to return to the vehicle and cut-off a possible escape at the rear entrance, it was the first person who arrived at the crime scene carrying a flashlight and a cell phone with which he took a photo of the back of GZ’s head.

Consider the following question: Of all the things you might do when you first came upon the scene of a shooting, including checking the victim for signs of life, administering CPR, calling 911, etc., what priority would you assign to taking a photograph of the back of George Zimmerman’s head?

Now consider that flashlight and key chain up near the T intersection. Could that have been the keys to which GZ referred earlier? Did the someone he spoke to get in his truck and drive it to the back entrance, park it there, lock it, pocket the keys, and start working his way north?

Did he surreptitiously drop the keys where they were subsequently found and switch the light on to make sure they were found?

I pose these questions because they keep rolling around in my head disturbing my sleep.

What do y’all think?

Note: The title is from The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe