Frigga, I've been poring over everyone's posts & re-tweets. Just now caught up except for page 5. Page 5 was when the hearing got underway, a dark age ago. I'm swirling in the after blast of our unified flabbergast at the testimony & examinations. Juan Martinez definitely knew the character he was grappling with and Juan will not let go. The judge doesn't have Neumeister's number nor is she eager to figure him out. Thinks she is displaying even handed detachment. Unfortunately, the events of the day called for clear decisions, forcefully conveyed, and rule over disorder.
Since we're here to observe in our handicapped, modest way, we can chalk up for the prosecution that Neumeister exposed himself. I see an old parchment writ of culpable error naming one Esteban Flores plus one Juan Martinez, ever so slowly crumpling as the hours ticked by. It's the size of a spit ball now and will go out with the courtroom sweepings tonight.
The defense and their entrusted B have nothing, had nothing. As Dmacky suspects, the $89 Arias signature is all over this project we see in its last throes now. It was when she took up her self-representation in August that the sudden, immediate demand for access to all evidence in & at the Mesa P.D. was demanded in the name of Jodi Ann Arias & for the person of her personal investigator, Dorian Bond. After a cursory examination, who knows what inspirations lit her fevered brain from one day to the next. But as you suggest, Dmacky, she knew what she wanted, all too well.