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To: moehoward
Like the rest of us, that blogger's start/end places are just guesses. Zimmerman told the dispatcher at one point during the call that he was parked at a cut through but we don't know how close or on which side of the road. There is also this bit:
19:10:55 Zimmerman: Ayup, he's coming to check me out. ...GZ never mentions how close TM is to his vehicle but he was close enough for GZ to mention this:
19:10:58 Zimmerman: He's got something in his hands, I don't know what his deal is.
...more chat with dispatcher who told GZ to let him know if TM did anything else, GZ doesn't mention TM turning or walking away. How close did TM get to GZ's truck? How much of a lead would he have when he ran?....

Based on the call, there it was about 3-4 seconds between GZ's "ah, shit - he's running!" and the time the door opened. It was another 18 seconds or so before he acknowledged the dispatcher's "we don't need you to do that." How much of a head start did TM have? If TM only had a few yards and a few seconds on GZ, would TM's instinct been to have run down a straightaway that was completely exposed if he thought GZ might not have been too far behind? Could GZ have been able to reach the north end of the walkway in time to see TM if TM was running down the straightaway for home? Were there lamps or security lights between the building, any porch lights on, any ambient light from any of the homes? Could GZ hear running footsteps?

That GZ didn't mention any of the above is something that makes me think that TM ran and ducked.

125 posted on 03/31/2012 3:06:34 PM PDT by Reese Hamm
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To: Reese Hamm

See post 130.


131 posted on 03/31/2012 3:49:27 PM PDT by moehoward
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