Thursday, May 26, 2022

TRAVESTY OF JUSTICE ~ THE BOOK




Fingers and toes with no pruning.


No rigor mortis. No livor mortis.


Blood glucose levels that revealed a recent death.


Neighbors who saw Samira Frasch alive two and a half hours after her husband left the house.


Phone records and eyewitnesses to support his alibi.


A prison snitch who told a story filled with contradictions.


A golf club that mysteriously appeared in the master bedroom a year after the controversial death.


A handyman who lied repeatedly.


Mental health issues that were ignored.


A prosecutor with a grudge.


It all said the same thing, that Dr. Adam Frasch had not killed his wife. The true and frightening story of how the State of Florida created a case out of planted evidence and disjointed testimonies to put an innocent man in prison. 


Now available in all online bookstores.

LIFE AFTER SAMIRA; LETTERS FROM PRISON ~ free to read here at the Travesty of Justice The Book blog

The case that generated seven national documentaries and was reported around the world… 

On February 22, 2014, Samira Frasch, former Parisienne model, was ‘found’ at the bottom of the family swimming pool in Tallahassee, Florida by her handyman. Within hours, her husband, Dr. Adam Frasch, was being questioned by police and treated as the only suspect despite that he was verifiably over a hundred miles away when death had occurred.

In prison for life, Adam Frasch shares everyday experiences behind bars, memories of life before Samira, and never before published details about the final months of their marriage leading up to her death. While maintaining his innocence, he also attempted to preserve Samira’s legacy of the beautiful, talented model and mother of two daughters she called her princesses. 

But with the State of Florida and social media depicting him as the big, bad wolf that destroyed the fairytale, he has chosen to speak out and tell the real story of the Frasch marriage, including their best—and worst— times together. 

While working on a 3.850 motion to challenge his conviction, he has also discovered documents about his case that should have come out in court, showing beyond all doubt that he should have never been charged in the first place, and that he was, as he has been saying all along, framed by investigators.


Life After Samira: Letters from Prison is FREE TO READ ONLINE here at the Travesty of Justice The Book blog.

“I didn’t find this case, it found me.”

James Waczewski, also known on YouTube as Mentour Lawyer, had a channel that was a hub for people interested in the Frasch case where he enjoyed summing up his version of the whole case for viewers new to the drama. And yet, it was this self-proclaimed expert that, for me, revealed the greatest weaknesses of the case—that there was no actual solid evidence against Doc. 


Mentour Lawyer had his narrative of the story which drew on Cappleman’s closing arguments and a theory that the Frasch family had borrowed some pages from the OJ case by planting the golf club that HADN’T killed Samira as some kind of a double bluff to demonstrate that the police were corrupt. 


Waczewski continued his crusade on behalf of his client, Samira’s mother, to get Hyrah and Skynnah and the million-dollar life insurance settlement to Madagascar. The comments below his online interview with Samira’s mother in Madagascar were things like, “Bless u mentour for helping this family!  Good luck to all!”


I asked one of the people who posted a comment below, “Samira worked hard to get from Madagascar to France. And she was enjoying the American lifestyle. Why do people want to send her children back there?”


To Mentour Lawyer, I asked, “I know Samira made A LOT of effort to try to bring her son to America. But did she ever make any effort to bring her mother, Razafisoa, to Florida? Why was Samira's mother never even invited to come stay with them for a visit?”


In the comments of another one of his videos I asked,  “If the insurance company paid out (after doing their own investigation) and concluded he was innocent, doesn't that suggest that the criminal trial verdict was the wrong one?”


For that one, I got a reply.


Mentour Lawyer wrote, “They did not pay out because they thought he was innocent- Adam Frasch, through lawyers, convinced the lawyers who were supposed to protect the child who was the alternate beneficiary to give him the money and release the life insurance company.”


If true, that would have made it a highly unusual insurance company and Adam Frasch a highly unusually persuasive man. I could not attest to either of these possibilities actually being true, but after chatting a bit more about the insurance company and the payout to Adam Frasch, rather than to the secondary beneficiary, Hyrah, I wrote, “I've watched everything you've posted about this case. Thanks! I found the 2 Christiansen interviews convincing, though, based on what I saw and based on watching the trial. So from where I'm sitting, he didn't do it because he was in Panama City Beach at that point, a hundred miles away (bank security footage - 10:32am, same time as Christiansen passed by the house)  and you're going after an innocent man. The 911 call came 28 minutes later. There was no way he could do it. Christiansen didn't get the days mixed up like Newlin said. It was only two days later that Christiansen and Lauren came in with their report that they saw Samira on the driveway!!”


Waczewski said, “mistakes like that happen all the time -  But you are entitled to your opinion.”


I persisted with, “My impression is that the Frasch marriage has been put on trial rather than the murder. The hard facts (an alibi provided by Christiansen and the lack of pruning) should have provided reasonable doubt. The golf club was a red herring. The medical examiner said it wasn't a golf club that caused her injuries and yet, Folsom was put on the stand. This concerns me.”


Waczewski said he had reviewed all the evidence, including a ton that never made it to trial, there was zero doubt in his mind that he was guilty. Well, I had reviewed a ton of evidence that never made it to trial, too, and I had come to the opposite conclusion. Part of that evidence included interviews with neighbours. Did the Frasches fight? Yes, Samira had once thrown pool balls at her husband. Had Adam retaliated? He had overthrown the pool table, according to the neighbour. But nobody could ever cite a time where he had gotten violent with Samira or any other woman, including the women he had dated. 


I said to Waczewski that I understood that with his current client, Samira’s mother, his whole case rested on Adam being guilty. I thanked him and told him that he knew more about the case than most do and I appreciated what he shared with me. He courteously replied that it was a pleasure to engage in a debate with someone who seems to be spending time on the case. What is your interest in it?  Know any of the parties?


Well, yes and no. Adam Frasch and I had never met in person and yet, thanks to our letters, I certainly felt like I knew one of the parties. 


But for me, the greater concern was the story, this narrative that had formed that a beautiful, talented woman living a fairytale life with two daughters who were her princesses was killed by the big bad wolf that was her husband. The true story was just way more dramatic. A beautiful, talented, and at times, troubled, woman had come to America and built a dream life. Her trust in her handyman and willingness to do anything to get back what he had stolen from her had resulted in her death. It might not be the classic fairytale, but in a way, it was in the most profound sense, an American story.


So what was my interest in this case? I didn’t know how to answer Waczewski at first. After all, I’m not even American. What was it about this case that had caused me to look into it and to even go so far as to write a book about it?


Some of us live our lives like a quest with the goal of finding the truth, but in the end, maybe the greatest thing we learn is that you don’t find the truth, it finds you. Isn’t that the case with all great stories, whether it’s one set in ancient times or Middle Earth or in our own time?


So I answered him honestly, “I didn’t find this case, it found me.”


As of 2022, Adam Frasch continues to fight from within prison to prove that his wife was killed by the handyman when she confronted him about her stolen valuables. All the hard evidence says that Doc was two and a half hours away, at their beach house, when it happened. 


OCTOBER 2021~ RECALLING THE FINAL FULL DAY

I had been writing to Doc for over a year now and one thing had become apparent to me as I had looked into his case: very few people really understood the unique combination of Adam and Samira Frasch. I asked him to share some of his memories with me.


… because the prosecutor and the media have done such a good job of making it seem like you guys weren’t even happy together, be sure and include in your letters all your best memories of what you and Samira shared so that we can include it in the book. People need to really feel it viscerally that you guys had a love for one another and that she was your life and your love and your soulmate, and that you would have done nothing to harm her.


He replied with the following: 


I think that you are so wonderful, understanding and considerate for telling the story of Samira and my relationship and the good times and romance we had, along with creating two beautiful daughters who were loved and made our family complete.  All couples have problems, but some persevere and some do not.  Once something tragic happens, to dwell on the negative adds only to hurt and depression. 


He had already shared many memories with me and I went back through the letters to find some of them.


November 21, 2020


… My famous move when I danced with Samira, because she was so light she would lock her arms around my upper biceps and I would lift her off the ground with my arms and then gently turn circles and she would float like a child when you grab their upper arms (not hand or wrists) and spin them around and around and they feel like they are weightless and flying. Until you stop and are both so dizzy you fall down. lol. 


When I slowed down, Samira would put her legs around my waist and lock her ankles under my buttocks and let go and lean back knowing I would reach out with just one hand in the middle of her back and hold her straight out and then gently rotate in circles and let go of her back and she would float around and around. When I slowed down, I would reach up under her backside and pull her to my face and she would grab my neck and face and we would passionately kiss while floating in one place until the song ended. 


I miss her so much. I'm sorry I am crying huge tears like I was the day she was taken from me and the day of her funeral when I saw her physically for the last time. It took everything within my human power to not fall out and die those 2 days. A part of me did die.


I found a photo of Samira and one of their daughters posted on social media that had been taken by a friend only months before her death and sent it to Doc.


August 17, 2021


Thank you for the picture of Samira holding Hyrah. That is such a wonderful picture and very rare to see a picture of Samira casual and without makeup. Every time I took a picture of Samira she always closed her eyes. I would tease her that if she had done that in front of those meticulous photographers when she was modeling they would have probably come unglued. She said they had cameras that took multiple frames and they were rarely ever taken with her smiling or looking right into the camera. They wanted that distant and seductive stare or look, and sometimes looking down or looking away. 


In real life and at home, that picture you sent me is the way Samira would look and be relaxed. She was like me in taking the philosophy that you never get a 2nd chance to make a 1st good impression. She encouraged me to take it to another level and she wanted me representing her and her fashion etiquette. She would always say once we were married that I was representing her as well as me, so I better look good and well groomed and dressed fashionably and matching all the time. She was a helpmate in every sense when it came to making me better and having a better quality of life. 


The longest letter sharing his memories of Samira was about their last day together. In the last week of her life, Doc and Samira both had a MRSA infection. This allowed the prosecutor to give the jury the impression that Doc was almost suicidal—unable to take living with Samira anymore—when in fact, it was a simple case of being in physical pain. He shared with me what really went on those last 48 hours together.


I was going to swim in our normally-heated pool but my leg was too sore. I had surgery performed on it the day before by Dr. Frisch in Thomasville GA, and my leg was twice its normal size and red from knee to my toes above and below the wound site. He advised to continue taking the 3 oral antibiotics Samira and I had been taking for days. I had treated Samira the day before the same way on her right gluteal fold (layman’s term for lower butt cheek). I used local anesthetic and had the assistance of my nurse, Linda Duncan. I even kissed her boo boo after the procedure to show her I loved her and she got special treatment as my "Special and Spoiled" patient and wife. Also, it embarrassed her with the a__kissing more than having to show her backside to her friend and my nurse, Linda. 


I had to take Skynnah, our 10-month old baby, to the Pediatric Center across the street to have a follow up urinalysis for MRSA urinary track infection. She was clearing up after just finishing up her oral antibiotics she had been on for 2 weeks. That is most likely how we got our infections, from her and changing her diapers. 


Doctor Peralta's nurse performed catheter for the urine sample on poor little Skynnah. I assisted and comforted her while firmly holding her still, during this painful procedure. Then loved her up after that traumatic event for the 2nd time in 2 weeks. I hated doing this. My own children’s suffering broke my heart. I could treat patients and other people’s children as a doctor, even if it meant inflicting some pain for the ultimate goal of preventing more pain and curing them. Samira would leave the treatment room and stay in the waiting room; she could not stand to see the babies go through painful procedures. Even when they had their baby shots I had to take them and assist. 


I wanted Samira to sleep in that morning, but Hyrah woke up when I came home with breakfast from a local restaurant and we all had our usual breakfast in bed. I only worked Monday through Wednesday and had Thursday through Sunday off. I started that 10 years earlier after I met Samira, so that I could be with her and after we married could enjoy our beach home in Panama City Beach and travel to meet each other. 


We talked after breakfast. I recommended both of us resting as our doctor had ordered. The most frustrating thing I found out being a doctor, when you treat family and friends they usually don't want to listen to you, especially strict orders, because they think of you as Adam and not as Dr. Frasch. She said she was feeling better since I had performed the surgery on her backside and was getting house-itis/stir crazy from being in bed for 4 days. I told her I did not feel good, running a fever and that my leg was killing me. She said that I would be fine, like her, now that I had the surgery on my leg. My infection and wound was 10 times worse than hers and I continued to work 3 days and take care of her and the babies. I really should have taken a week off and been in the hospital on IV antibiotics looking back on it. The average person would have gone to the ER and been admitted to the hospital. 


My doctor warned me the day before to go home, stay in bed, elevate my left leg above my heart and stay off of it. He warned me, knowing me as a friend, that if he called my office and I was seeing patients he would have me admitted to the hospital, or more likely, committed to the psych hospital. lol 


I told her this and she smiled and used some persuasion to entice me to change my mind. 


After I helped her bathe our girls and get them dressed, she also wanted me to catch Bella, our miniature Bichon Frisé dog (her 3rd spoiled baby) and put her in her carrier. She said she needed to go to the groomer. She missed the last 2 weeks because we had been out of town traveling, sick with MRSA and unable. Samira wanted the dog to be groomed and beautiful, clean, with a bright white coat and little fashion bows with bling Swarovski crystals on her head and matching collar. The poor dog had to go to the groomers sometimes several times a week just to be bathed and whitened with special shampoo and conditioners because she got a little dirty. Samira was meticulous about her fashion designer dog and our 3 Bengal cats. She always wanted them clean and groomed to be around our girls and the many cute pictures/photo shoots and video crew sessions with our pets.


As usual, to catch her I had to chase the little precious Speedy Gonzalez around the screened-in pool enclosure. I had to step in the pool and snatch her as she ran to the pool edge and tried to go between my legs. It's amazing how they can sense when it’s time to go to the vet/groomers and evade you with a "Catch Me If You Can" routine.


Samira was getting herself and the girls ready when she noticed that her most prized possession in all of the world, her Roberto Cavalli purse, was missing from her collection in her closet.


She realized looking through her closet that more items had been stolen—over $100,000 worth. But that sentimental missing purse had her more upset than anything else. I was doing everything in my power to console her and try and calm the hurt and the storm I knew was brewing.


I told her the most likely person who stole her items was Gerald Gardner because he was the only one with access to our house and he was a thief and had stolen my items many times and she had not let me confront him or report it to the police. I asked her if she was sure she had not left the purse in Miami the week before or 2 weeks prior in Las Vegas when we were on vacation. She was positive she did not and that they were recently stolen. 


I told her we needed to call the police and make a theft report. She said she did not want to do that. She wanted us to find her items and get them back. She was frantic and worried that other property and fashion items may have been stolen from our other home and my office in Thomasville, Georgia and our beach house in Panama City Beach, Florida. So we loaded up the girls and Bella in her little pink and gold custom doggie carrier. 


We took Bella by 3 different groomers and it’s the first time that they were all booked up and could not work her in. I knew there was a groomer in Thomasville, and we could eat at one of our favorite restaurants, Jonah’s. And we could check my office and our home there to make sure none of her or my items at those properties had been stolen. 


We drove to Thomasville Friday Feb. 21st at 10:00 AM. We went by our house and everything seemed to be in order, but the dog groomers was closed for a family emergency. Then we went to eat at Jonah’s and had a wonderful lunch. From there we went to my medical office. The office was closed since I let my staff off on Friday afternoons at noon.


I took the girls to my toy basket I have for my children patients and they got to pick one toy and one piece of candy—candy allowed with parent’s permission, of course. Both of them also received exam gloves blown up like balloons and I drew funny cartoon faces on them like I do for all my paediatric patients.


I then changed my bandage of the wound on my leg. I removed my iodoform packing and my wound and swelling was 10 X the size of Sam's so I had to repack it and that was painful and then redress the bandage on my left leg. It was still red hot and swollen but a 10% improvement from surgery of incision and drainage the day before, and I was taking the same meds as Sam along with Extra Strength Tylenol for pain and fever that was down.


When we left Thomasville and returned to Tallahassee at around 1 PM, I was driving Samira’s Hummer and I noticed the SES (Service Engine Soon) light was on although it was running fine and there were no issues, but she wanted the repair shop to check it out. 


The missing purse was still an issue. The only thing I could do was agree to go where Samira wanted and try to make sure nothing else had been stolen and reassure her that I would do everything in my power to find who had stolen it and get it and the other items replaced or have the insurance company replace them. 


She wanted to go to Panama City Beach to our beach house and check on our personal items there. Also, she wanted to go by our other house in Tallahassee that was empty but that we used to store items and some of my cars and high end bikes and toys like go-carts and drones. And future Christmas gifts. 


We went by our home at Golden Eagle and dropped Bella off, non-groomed, non-bathed. We transferred the car seats to a rental SUV I still had from our trip to Miami the weekend before,  got some items for the girls and changed their diapers and I put plenty of food out for the Bengal cats and for Bella, as well as packing some luggage for Panama City Beach because it was Friday and I wanted to stay there and relax.


We then headed to the repair shop to drop off Samira’s Hummer. They told us the SES light was caused by a fuel system air leak problem. The seal around her gas cap was missing. They didn’t have the gas cap O ring and said they would have to order one and that it would be $300. I knew they were no more than $20 and declined but asked if we could leave the Hummer there and pick it up later. They said yes and charged me a diagnostic fee. 


We stopped by our Lennox Mill house to make sure nothing was stolen. But Samira found a Valentine’s Day gift from Victoria’s Secret that I had bought for her and left in one of my vehicles. Unfortunately, we had been unable to stop there to pick it up the weekend before on our way to Miami when I wanted to surprise her with it. We had been heading down to Miami for a concert and a weekend at Fontainebleau in South Beach.


On the drive to Panama City Beach, she told me how much she needed to get her purse back and find out who had taken it. I told her that it had to be someone that we knew and that would have access to it. I asked her if Gerald had been at the house working because we had agreed not to have him work for us anymore because he was a thief and untrustworthy. Unfortunately, it came out later that Gerald had been at our place earlier that week.


When we arrived at the Panama City Beach house, Samira went right in and went through the house looking for her purse. My leg was sore and I had to get the girls out of their carseats. Also I said hi to the neighbours. Samira had gone straight into the beach house and did not even say hi or acknowledge them. 


Despite this, we were getting along better than any other time of our entire marriage. That was never brought out at the trial or in any of the media outlets. On the way to Panama City Beach I had been really trying to comfort her and tell her, like I said, that her purse and jewelry and personal items had to have been stolen by someone who knew us or had access to her closet or knew how to get in the house by avoiding the security system. About 6 months earlier her and her lawyers took the hard drive out of the security system substation/computer from ADT. All of the cameras and the security system still functioned flawlessly, there was just no recording backup intact.


I hit a nerve when I told her that the theft of her precious items had to be by someone close to us and that Gerald was the prime suspect. On the drive there, we had talked about how I missed her when she was out of control and we were separated 6 months earlier which had given Gerald more opportunities to steal from us with the two of us both not being there to keep an eye on things.


I got the girls inside the house and was changing diapers and trying to get Hyrah situated. She went right for her toys and going upstairs to see what Samira was doing. Shortly Samira came downstairs and questioned me where some of my shoes that were still in boxes and new clothes in my closet upstairs came from and I told her I had purchased them when we were separated, and when she would throw her little fits I would retreat to my dog house, the beach house, and treat myself to new clothes and shopping to pass the time and to replace some of the clothes I left at our main house.


Samira said she was ready to go. I asked her to spend the night and I had errands to run the next day and my leg was killing me and I had to prop it up on the way to Panama City Beach, but now after being up on it for a short while taking care of the girls and chasing Hyrah around and playing with her my leg was throbbing and my bandage needed changed because drainage was coming through to the outer coban flexible self adherent bandage. She was unconcerned and made the comment that now all the other properties were secure she was going to find out who stole her valuable items and we needed to return to Tallahassee right then and now. 


So I loaded up the girls again and our day bags, and a few items from the beach house that I had purchased and Samira wanted back in Tallahassee and Hyrah and Skynnah wanted a few of their toys to go along for the trip to keep them occupied. I was leaving down the street and forgot that I did not get the mail and backed up and got out to get the mail because it was on Samira's side of the vehicle. She never got the mail. That was the man’s job in France if you had a man/husband. The mail box was jam packed and some of the mail I knew was junk mail from casinos and had fancy envelopes I let Hyrah open and act like she was big to have mail. I always did that for my children when they were little and let them think they had mail all the time because I got loads and loads of cool junk mail with keys, and scratch off winning and crazy looking free winnings at the casinos and when we redeemed them on occasion I would give them the prize and/or money and they thought they had really received something extra special. lol I miss those times.


Ok now before I forget, a neighbor or someone renting one of the houses down the street told the police that I was behaving mysteriously, because I was driving up and down the street sporadically. See how people lie and try and cause drama? I just backed down the street to get mail. 


Now we started our drive back to Tallahassee, I politely asked Samira if we could take a break and eat at one of our favorite restaraunts. She said “NO, I need to find my purse and my things and if you don't want to help I will leave you and the babies here at the beach house and you can do your F___ing errands that are so more important than me.” I apologized and told her I would do whatever it took to find her things even if I had to search the whole planet, but she would only find them if she found the thief that took them.


SEPTEMBER 2021 ~ THE LETTERS

September 6, 2021


I told Luis Torres that I would not be coming to Miami that weekend because Samira and I had bad MRSA infections that are contagious and I was in serious pain—we both had surgeries performed on us that week.  I also was suspicious of him padding the price of repairs on the boat.

I wanted to see the repair shop estimate of total repairs and repairs being done and if they were actually necessary—and maybe get a 2nd opinion and make sure I paid the boat repair shop myself. I had bad history with him doing some shady lying for money for maintenance on the boat.


I had purchased the boat from him back in 2013 and we worked out a deal that if he helped me maintain the boat—since I lived in North Florida and only came to Miami on weekends—then he could use the boat when we  were not in Miami, and if I needed him and he was available he could go out on the boat with us and show us the marine access routes in and around Miami. I set up a bank account in his and my name that I could transfer funds to when needed for paying for maintenance and repair for the boat.  


I was honest with him that I had 2 more modern boats—one in Marco Island Florida and one in Panama City Beach—that I may transfer to that slot in Miami. The boat slot he transferred to me in Miami was the best one in all of the Miami area. It was a small predominantly Cuban boat/yacht owner marina.  The owner of the marina did not even speak English so Luis had to interpret when he agreed to sign a new contract over to me and Luis explained to him our agreement. He was happy with that because he had several slots empty and had liens on several boats for unpaid slot rent because this was during the late recession.


Like I said before, I was suspicious of his shady tactics of trying to scam money off of me from phantom repairs. Right after I bought the boat he came at me that he needed another $3000 for the GPS unit and depth finder/fish finder unit on the boat. He said it was actually his son’s and did not go with the boat. (Even though it was  integrated/ hard-wired into the boat.)  He never mentioned any of that when I bought the boat.


To avoid a confrontation I just paid him even though I could have gone to the Bass Pro Shop and got the same GPS equipment new for $1899. So now you know the basic integrity of Luis Torres.


At first Buck Shot was assuming what Luis Torres said was true. Buck Shot asked me ''Why did you tell him something serious had happened and you would not be dealing with the boat for a while or coming to Miami??''  I explained to Buck Shot that I did not say that to him  that day.  On the way to Panama City Beach I went through my voicemails I had not returned  that week and was not feeling good that week to return and a lot of unimportant ones I did not return. This was my normal routine on the way to Panama City Beach or on the road on long trips in general especially if I was alone. 


Doc


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September 10, 2021


It is Friday evening here and my bed is still causing me pains and aches. I had a semi productive day at the law library and going over the transcripts from my Grand Jury hearing. It amazes me how much they lie and twist the truth to make someone appear guilty when they think there will never be any accountability even when put under oath. They do this with unscrupulous lies because they feel there will be no repercussions.  


Buck Shot thinks my case will change all of that, not only because I am innocent, but I can prove that the prosecutor, her investigators and her witnesses lied and their stories changed from Grand Jury to trial to aid the prosecutor.  


Buck Shot encourages me to get in touch and have as many signed affidavits as we can of witnesses to prove they are lying and expose the corruption that went on.  


He also encouraged me to get in touch with Dr. Jonathan Arden because he can help confirm that he was not used effectively to help prove my innocence and that someone else was responsible for Samira's death, or that it may have even been an unlikely accident.   


Doc


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September 13, 2021


I found some really good stuff from the transcripts of the Grand Jury hearing. One of the jurors put Jason Newlin on the spot about if someone saw a black woman outside our house shortly before Gardner arrives and finds her body drowned in the pool, if it was not Mrs. Frasch, then who could it have been?  Before he could answer, Georgia Cappleman cut him off and answered: That was the problem we had. This black woman had to be the real killer.   


She stated that, but still went after an indictment on me for being responsible for killing Samira.  After making that statement??! That is grounds for not only perjury, but she even admits to someone else being responsible for Samira's death.  


Her and Jason Newlin then spend several minutes downplaying Mr. Christiansen's statements by saying they think he was confused and had the wrong day and he was referring to Erica Tidwell. 


Doc


[Erica Tidwell had been in Tallahassee two weeks earlier, to return a Range Rover she had been purchasing from Doc.]


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September 14, 2021


I'm sorry I did not get back on the tablet and send you another letter last night but it was too late and I spent time trying to track down the gentleman I met in the federal holding facility in Tallahassee with the last name Bass who was one of the men Dale Folsom confessed to, that he was given that golf club by Jason Newlin and money to purchase another golf club at a pawn shop. Then permission to break into our empty house and plant the golf club in the house/master bedroom. They would handle getting a warrant to search the house. In return for this he was released from jail and if he followed through with this evil ploy they would drop his charges. If he followed through with testifying at trial, if it went to trial, they would make sure they handled his violation of life parole with the Feds. Otherwise he would spend the rest of his life in Federal Prison.   


I realized last night that I may have had Bass's first name wrong. We all called him Bass. I remembered when we won a bet playing volleyball and the guys we were playing wanted to quit and get out of the bet because we were winning, he got really mad and instead of hitting the other inmates he hit the shelter support beam and shook the whole structure.  I told him to not worry about it and that they had no integrity and another inmate called him by his first name because they were friends from the outside…  


Buck Shot is going to write him a letter and is also going to ask if he remembers the names of the other 5 inmates so we can get their signed affidavits again. I had them in the Tallahassee holding facility and was in the process of getting each one notary witnessed. The prison was slow rolling me after knowing what I was doing and being corrupt Tallahassee blocking me from proving my innocence.


I hope and pray this all works out and does not take too long to file and add these affidavits as attached exhibits of evidence of one of the most corrupt cases in the American legal system.


Buck Shot agrees and can't believe they stooped to that level of corruption and planting of evidence because they were desperate and knew the evidence was overwhelming in favor of my innocence, so they had to play dirty and use the media and the infamous jail house snitch tactic.


I had a little excitement today early this morning. Two inmates told me they called my bunk, 135 lower, to center gate for transfer to another prison and to get my stuff together.  Then I went to the female guard who announced it and she said it was 135 lower on the other side of the dorm I'm in E2 and the announcement was for E1. Almost gave me a stress heart attack. Then low and behold, the old inmate Frank I had befriended and I told you about that writes books and reads a lot, went into what other inmates thought was a seizure and was not responsive and breathing rapidly in bed. They yelled for my help and I ran across the dorm to check on him. His pulse was thready but bounding at his wrist and neck. He had that death stare with deep rapid breathing and his right arm was drawn up to the middle of his chest. I relayed calling emergency medical and I felt he had a stroke or severe M.I. (Myocardial Infarction). It did not look like a seizure.  He had frothy sputum coming out of his nose and mouth so before medical team arrived I turned him on his side. 


They took him out on a gurney and started giving him oxygen and left him on his side.  Please put in a prayer for him and I worry about the quality of medical care he will receive. Also the golden hour of onset of a stroke or MI is so important to begin treatment or perform a cauterization and perform a stint and free the blockage.


Doc


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September 16, 2021


Good Thursday morning, quiet here, unlike your prison and all that goes on there. I said a prayer for your friend. Just me and Butter are up and she is on full alert for some reason, surveying the whole room from the coffee table, blocking most of my monitor, doing full body twitches at the slightest noise such as me sliding my mouse around. My mouse is already pretty pathetic and doesn’t immediately respond when I slide it around, so sometimes I’ll have to fiddle with it, blow on it (to get rid of any cat hairs on the bottom) or just turn it off and on again…


Jennifer


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September 19, 2021


I am losing my screen clarity.  I think my bunky stepped on it when it was sitting on top of my locker and he damaged the digitizer. Some inmates will do things like that because they are jealous or just deviants and evil individuals. Like we have talked about before 90+% of them deserve to be here and there is a small percentage of those both ways. Some deserve worse sentences than they got and some less severe sentences than they got. There is a small percentage of us that are totally innocent. Then there is a small percentage that got caught up in crimes because of being associated with the wrong people or doing things they know could get them charged with a crime.  


Doc


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September 22, 2021


I’m going to start sending you the Grand Jury transcript, starting with Gardner’s testimony and I’m going to explain the lies or false statements and number them…


Doc

SEPTEMBER 2021

The arduous job of completing his 3.850 motion continued for Doc. It was his last legal recourse. Just going through the Grand Jury transcript, the lies—large and small—were overwhelming. He shared what he could with me, starting with Gardner’s testimony…


Georgia Cappleman: What is your name sir?  


Gerald Gardner: Gerald Gardner.  


Cappleman: Would you spell that please?  


Gardner: G-E-R-A-L-D G-A-R-D-N-E-R.  


Cappleman: How are you employed sir?  


Gardner: Self.  


Cappleman: And what type of work do you do?  Landscaping?  


Gardner: Yes ma’am.


LIE #1 I can guarantee he has never been a landscaper. He does odds and ends jobs that would be considered manual labor. He could not be a landscaper with no driver’s license and no truck and no education, a drunk, a drug addict, thief, and now murderer.


Cappleman: And do you know or did you know Adam and Samira Frasch?  


Gardner: Yes, ma' am.  


Cappleman: How did you know them?  


Gardner: I was referred by them from a friend to go help do some work.  And I started working for them…


Cappleman: Would you pull that microphone just a little bit closer to your mouth.  


Gardner: They liked my work so they wanted me to work for them so I started working for them.  


Lie #2  We never liked his work. I had a lot of work to do cleaning up the house, pool/jacuzzi and yard after my ex-wife left the house. I hired, JB, my limo driver, who in turn hired his brother, Juan, and friend, Gerald, to help him with each job I contracted JB to do. 


I had to get on them continuously because of ignorance in what they were doing and slow progress. I went from hourly pay to contract set fee with a timeline goal for each project.


Samira and I were not married and she came over for a visit and oversaw them while I was at work and they all complained that I was hard on them, but Sam was a slave driver. Lol She was a hard worker and demanded hard work and quality labor for them to get paid. She realized that JB was not doing any of the work and was taking the money for the jobs and paying Juan and Gerald less than their 1/3 share each, so she told me that I needed to keep JB as my limo driver and just keep Juan and Gerald for odds and ends jobs at all my properties that she and I needed them to do or assist us with. 


They were never good workers on their own. You had to be with them or monitoring them continuously, especially on new projects they had never done before. One day I came home from work and Samira was pissed off and had fired Juan and Gerald. She still had broken English at the time and would mix French with English when she was mad. After deciphering the two languages, I learned that she had taken her eye off of them to work in the backyard pulling weeds in a flower bed she was planting and putting down landscaping felt and wood chips, and she had caught them smoking weed.


JB drove us on a trip with the limo the next day and begged me to rehire Juan and Gerald because they both had multiple DUIs (driving under the influence of drugs and/or alcohol). Samira and I were upset at them for using illegal drugs on our property and also while they were supposed to be working. To us, that was like they were stealing from us since we were paying for their time. We also did not like having to pick them up and drop them off after they worked for us. JB negotiated on their behalf and said he would bring them to work and pick them up if we would hire them back. He guaranteed me that he would charge them for the transportation and guaranteed they would never drink or do drugs on the job or they would deal with him. 


We agreed to hire them back and Samira said she was not only going to watch them like a hawk, if they thought she was a slave driver before, she was going to buy a whip and really show them. Lol  She started calling Gerald “J” for short because she thought his name started with a J and he never corrected her.


Cappleman:  So you did landscaping type work for them?  


Gardner:  Yes, ma’am. 


LIE #3 We hired a landscaping company to maintain the yard, shrubs, flower beds, trees, etc. Gardner occasionally would assist me in small projects with my car maintenance, or installing or moving things around the house. Samira would continually buy furniture and decorative accessories, art deco pieces that would need hanging.


I am a tech junkie so I was always adding and hanging a bigger/better TV or speaker system or computer gadget. I was never into gaming myself, but I always bought the latest game consoles for the kids (Sony PlayStations, Xbox 360s, and Nintendos with all the newest and baddest controllers and accessories to go with the games out there. I had those memberships to the video game rental companies and if my kids really liked a game and played it a lot I would buy it for them.) 


Cappleman: Did you do any other type of work around their house?  


Gardner: Well basically I did their landscaping, like wash the car or the house and just small general stuff like that.  


LIES #4, #5, AND #6. In addition to not doing any of our landscaping, he never washed our cars. I was meticulous about our cars. I had only a few auto detail/car wash places that I trusted to do that. 


He also never pressure washed the house. We had a licensed and bonded gentleman with his own company and equipment to do that every 3 to 4 months on schedule, unless Samira wanted him to do the shower glass, mirrors, and windows in between. Then he would stop by in between jobs. He did driveways, too. He was the coolest guy and very reasonable with his fees, so he was in high demand and only worked in Golden Eagle because word of mouth kept him busy. 


Cappleman: Okay what type of relationship did you have specifically with Mr. Frasch? 


Gardner: Just normal relationship, friend relationship.  


Cappleman: Did you all do stuff together socially?  


Gardner: No.  


Cappleman: What about Mrs. Frasch?  


Gardner: No.  


Cappleman: Nothing socially, nothing romantic, nothing like that?  


Gardner : No— 


Cappleman:  It was strictly--  

Gardner -- just regular work.  I just kept it strictly business… 


LIE#7 Only if you consider extorting Samira and stealing from us business. And note how Cappleman is bound and determined to never refer to me as Dr. Frasch. 


Cappleman: And I want to ask you about February 22nd, 2014.  Were you supposed to do some work for them that day?  


Gardner: Yes ma'am.  


LIE #8 If he was supposed to work that day, why did she not pick him up like he originally said she was going to do? If she didn’t go get him, it meant she didn’t need him.


Cappleman: And was that at 8374 Inverness Drive?  


Gardner: Yes, ma'am.  


Cappleman: And had you done work at that residence before?  


Gardner: Yes ma'am.   


Cappleman: Did you also do work at their other homes?  


Gardner: Yes, ma'am.  


Cappleman: Okay. And what time did you arrive that morning to work?  


Gardner: Approximately about 10:00. I think about, average 10:20, something like that.   


Cappleman: If the gate showed you coming through at 10:53, would you agree with that?  


Gardner: Oh, yes, ma'am. 


 LIE #9 The time on the camera at the gate was never verified. The clock on that gate is always off. See how she leads her questions to get him to agree to arriving a little later to help him look less guilty. She is smooth in her approach and saying things that have not been factually verified, like the time at the gate. 


I was said to have left that gate at exactly 8 AM. I swear on a stack of Bibles that I left out of the gate earlier than 8 AM that morning. It was more like 7:45 AM because the receipt from Chick-fil-A said 7:54 AM and it takes somewhere between 6 to 10 minutes to go from the gate, wait in the drive-thru to get served, and then pay. The receipt shows that I did all that before the gate camera’s clock showed me allegedly leaving at 8 AM that morning. 


I left Chick-fil-A and headed to Pep Boys, arriving at 8:28 AM. The clerk had to go and get the gas cap and ring me up and the receipt said 8:34 AM. It is about a 30 minute from Chick-fil-A to Pep Boys on the other side of town, so the business clock receipts are more accurate than the Golden Eagle subdivision’s cameras’ clocks. 


Cappleman:  So when you arrived what did you do?  You had somebody with you; didn't you?  


Gardner: Uh-huh.  


Cappleman: Who was that?  


Gardner: My son.  


Cappleman: How old is your son?  


Gardner: 14. 


Cappleman: Ok, so you arrived there what did you do?  


Gardner: I arrived there,  I went there to the door bell, like I normally do, just to let her know I am there. I rung the doorbell three times and I could never get no response.  So I was like, hmm, you know, it's kind of strange. And I was like maybe, well, she in there probably asleep.  


LIE #10 It was not something he normally or ever did, to arrive and ring the doorbell, especially unannounced and uninvited. Plus, we always went to his house and picked him up and when he was done working for us, we took him home. 


LIE #11 It would be strange if anyone came to your house, tailgating illegally through your subdivision’s private, supposed-to-be-secure-and-manned gate, unannounced, uninvited, and rang your bell. If they had good intentions, they would leave and realize you are not home, or if you are home, you want to be left alone.  


LIE #12 If anyone ever came to our house anytime after 5 AM on weekdays, I was there and up, and if I wasn’t there, Samira was up at 8 AM. On weekends, it was 6 AM for me and 9 AM for Samira. We rarely slept in, even in resort hotels. 


Another big question, why did he have his son’s mother who drove them there, leave before he could check that we were home and wanted him working that day? We never hired him to work on Saturdays. Doesn’t this suggest that he already knew we weren’t home and was there to steal things and hide them in the bushes or pass them onto somebody else? I told one person that we were not home and were at the beach, without mentioning that Samira was still back at home in Tallahassee, and I suspect he passed the intel onto Gardner and Gardner was passing the stolen goods to him. So Gardner was shocked when Samira turned out to be there and caught them on the pool deck. 


Cappleman: Let me stop you. Was there anything unusual about the cars that were 

parked out there or anything about the front of the house?  


Gardner: Well yeah,  it was unusual because of her car being pulled down by the garage door and it's normally parked right there by the sidewalk pretty much every time I go over there because that's where she parked when she get home. She get the kids and then go into the house.  


LIE #13 Samira parked her Hummer all over the place, especially with as many vehicles as we had. Because of having the two babies and all of their stuff, she would usually park in the front yard, closest point to the front door. Sometimes with groceries she would park way down the driveway to the last garage door, because that was the closest point to the kitchen through the garage, the door to the house inside of the garage. 


Cappleman: And what vehicle was that?  


Gardner: Her Hummer.  


Cappleman: Anything else unusual about the front of the house? 


Gardner: No ma’am. 


Cappleman: All right, after you didn't get any response to your doorbell ringing, what did you do?  


Gardner: So I just—you know, I told my son, I said, well, since—we got something else to do later on in the day. So let's go on and go in the back, you know, because I know I had to finish washing the back pool deck.  And so I went in there. I went back there to the back door and I grabbed the handle. And I opened the handle; that's the only thing I touched was the handle.  


LIE #14 It has already been established that he was not there that day to finish up washing the back of the pool deck. Also, the pool deck was clean as anyone can tell by all the photos taken that day of the pool and pool deck. 


LIE #15 He said he went back there and grabbed the handle. He went through a locked gate, either breaking in or picking the lock or scaling the fence or gate to get to the screened-in pool enclosure’s screen door.


LIE #16 He did not just open the handle to the door because I locked all three doors to the screened-in pool enclosure. I also made sure the gates to the fence around the backyard and house were locked.


LIE #17 It is impossible to get to the pool without going through two entrance points that have locked handles or padlocks on them, or by going through the house front door and a number of six total doors that have access to the pool inside the house, from various rooms. 


Cappleman: What was that, the screen door?  


Gardner: Uh-huh.  


Cappleman: Let me back you up just a little bit. You said you had to finish washing off the pool deck. Had you been doing that earlier?  


Gardner: Yes, ma'am.  I had did it earlier because I had—prior to that week, I was over there already. And I washed the bathroom out to the pool deck where she kept her dog.  


LIE #18 He said at the trial that he was there the day before pressure washing the house. When that was proven to be a lie, his story changed. It changed several times and none of it is believable.   


Cappleman: All right. And how did you do that?  Did you use the hose that was out there, like a gray colored hose?  


Gardner: Yes, ma'am. Uh-huh.  


LIE #19 He said at the trial he used a pressure washer. What is an honest, thinking person supposed to believe?  


Cappleman: And would you have left the hose laid out over the pool deck?  


Gardner: At that time I don't normally do that. I normally wrap it back up.  


LIE #20 He hardly ever wrapped up the hose after using it. I would get on him all the time for leaving not only the hose out, but the cleaning supplies and bleach bottles with the lid off. A big no-no, poison risk, with a toddler and pets around. He was extremely irresponsible in that regard. 


I did not leave the hose out on the pool deck that morning and Samira rarely used it, if ever. That is why I wound it up but did not hang it up that morning, because I wanted it out of the walkway area of the pool deck. I laid the circular pile at the pool edge and let the end of the hose lay just over the pool edge and turned the water on at a slow drip to add water to the pool because I could see the pool level was a little low and could hear the pool pump surging from taking in air through the skimmer return at the edge of the pool. 


Cappleman: So if it was laid out over the pool deck and hanging into the pool, you would not have done that?  


Gardner: No, ma'am.  


LIE #21 As previously mentioned, I wound it up and he unwound it to clean up quickly after he hit Samira and threw her in the pool, thinking he would wash away any potential evidence or blood. 


Cappleman: All right.  So you arrive, you open the screen door—  


Gardner: Yes, ma'am, and I went—  


Cappleman:  —which leads to the pool?  


Gardner: And I went in…  


LIE #22 Would anyone who rings a doorbell to a front door go around the back of a house and enter a back entrance, not bothering to yell, “Is anyone home?” That’s called breaking and entering! 


The only reason you wouldn’t be calling out, “is anyone home?” is if you didn’t want to alert the neighbors. The neighbor, Mr. Bass, saw Gerald arrive but never heard him yelling or announcing himself. Isn’t that suspicious? Yet, it was never challenged as being abnormal behavior, especially for an estranged worker and employee like Gerald. 


Gardner.:  And I felt kind of funny about it because when I went into the pool, I seen the bathroom door open and the dog was out…

 

LIE #23 This would not be unusual or any reason for him to “feel funny” because we always left that pool bathroom door open to let the cats and dogs have access to the screened-in pool. We only let the door open 6” and I placed a large, carpeted cat loft and play tower in front of the door when we left for weekends so that it would not be noticeable from the backyard or lake by passersby. 


Gardner: And I was like, okay.  So I guess she might have opened the door for me to wash the bathroom out because she kept the dog there and keep the smell out the house…  


LIE #24 We never allowed Gerald to come to our house and work unsupervised, or his son who I had never met and would not let or pay a teenage boy to help. (Especially if he was Gerald Gardner Jr. and a thief like his dad.)


Gardner: And so I didn't ever touch nothing. I walked in there with my son…


LIE #25 Their stories changed several times pre-trial and at trial. Gerald said his son stayed out on the street, and then the son said he saw Samira’s sandal in the pool on the step in the shallow end.  


Gardner:  We walked up there and looked into the house.  And I was like this don't look right, because the house looking cozy, didn't look like it would normally look.  


LIE #26 Why would he say, “this don’t look right”? When he wasn’t even supposed to be at our house and after breaking into two locked access points—a locked gate and a locked door? Unless he had been there before when we were not home, stealing things, and that day it didn’t look right because Samira was home and caught him there. 


Cappleman  All right.  So the door to a bathroom that leads right to the pool was hanging wide open?  


Gardner:  Yes, ma'am.  


Cappleman: All right.  And they had a dog that was loose? 


Gardner: Yes ma'am, she had a little white poodle.  


Cappleman: And that was—that dog was running around the pool area? 


Gardner: Just running around out there in the pool area.  


Cappleman:  Okay, so you noticed that something seemed wrong about the house?  


Gardner:  Yeah.  So I went up there and I told my son…  


LIE #27.  Went up where? Was his son with him or was his son up at the street as the look out? Saying up there on our property would correlate to the elevation of the property.  The back of the house and property slopes to the lake and the elevation difference from the street to the backyard is 20 feet.   


Gardner: I said, well, we may need to start again…  


LIE #28  Start what again? He had not been there the day before like he testified in court to start anything, except maybe a burglary. 


Gardner: My hair just stood up on my arms.  So I turned around, I said, “come on, son, let's walk out…”  


LIE #29.  Again, where is this happening?  Is his son with him or did his son stay out on the street?


Gardner: You know, and he was walking by me and he was looking. He said, “Look, daddy.” So I looked and down in the pool there was one of her shoes on the top step and the other shoe was on the bottom step.  


LIE #30.  It was a sandal, not a shoe. The altercation happened so fast he did not remember what type of footwear she had on when he pushed her and/or threw her into the pool. 


Gardner: And that is something I had never seen. Out of the whole five years I been working for them, I never seen that. And so I… 


Cappleman (interrupting):  And those shoes, were they in the shallow end or the deep end?  


Gardner:  They was like on the shallow end because one was on the top shelf in the shallow end and one was in the bottom of the pool on the other—in the shallow end.  


Cappleman:  Okay.  


Gardner: The step. And so I looked from here to her, and there she was. When I seen her, I just took off running. 


Lie #31: Why did he just take off running and not stay and jump into the pool and try to save her? He knew how to swim. This slip is more consistent with his original story that it was just him.


The Grand Jury transcript went on and on and was just one of many documents in the case that had to be sifted and sorted through and all pared down so that the evidence could be presented to a judge. 


The trial, itself contained a staggering amount of lies and contradictions that needed to be addressed, starting with the testimony of a man, Luis Torres, who had sold a boat to Doc and maintained it for him in Miami. At the trial, Torres told the court that Adam, speaking to him on the day of Samira’s death had told him a serious problem had come up…

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