Imperfect Justice_ Prosecuting Casey Anthony - Jeff Ashton [46]
The hallway at Universal Studios where Casey finally turned around and admitted she didn’t work there. This idea of her reaching the end of the hall became hugely symbolic for our prosecution team. Whenever we saw Casey run out of room on one lie and quickly latch on to a new one, we’d say, “She reached the end of the hall.” Courtesy of the Orange County Sheriff’s Office
The room at Universal where Detective Melich, Detective Appie Wells, and Sergeant Allen questioned Casey. After catching her in the Universal Studios lie, they thought they’d be able to get her to admit to the other lies that she told them. Unfortunately for everyone, Casey would not fold so easily. Courtesy of the Orange County Sheriff’s Office
The Anthony home on Hopespring Drive. When everything began, their house was prettier than any other on the block, with meticulous landscaping and a front yard with nary a weed. It wasn’t long before their pristine front lawn was taken over by news trucks and angry protesters, many of whom grew increasingly irate as the truth about Casey’s deceptions came out. Courtesy of the Orange County Sheriff’s Office
The playhouse that George Anthony assembled for Caylee. Once the defense made it clear that they planned on implicating him, this playhouse became an important symbol for our team. He’d built this house for his granddaughter, right down to the little mailbox in front of it. Courtesy of the Orange County Sheriff’s Office
A view of the Anthony patio with the bamboo on the right for which Casey claimed she needed a shovel. In the background is the Anthony’s pool with the ladder clipped over the side. Courtesy of the Orange County Sheriff’s Office
Inside the Anthonys’ living room, looking toward Caylee’s bedroom. Courtesy of the Orange County Sheriff’s Office
The interior of Casey’s bedroom, taken not long after Caylee was reported missing. Later on, when Casey was released on bail and living at home, she would move her bed farther away from the window and from the protesters right outside. Courtesy of the Orange County Sheriff’s Office
This shot of Caylee’s bedroom was taken by police. Seeing this photo always reminds me that, regardless of which side you’re on, a terrible thing was done to an innocent little girl. There’s no disputing that tragedy. Courtesy of the Orange County Sheriff’s Office
The Pontiac that Casey was driving when Caylee disappeared. The car belonged to Cindy and George Anthony, and Casey abandoned it in a parking lot during the thirty-one days Caylee was missing. After Cindy and George recovered the vehicle from the tow yard, they realized something was terribly wrong. Courtesy of the Orange County Sheriff’s Office
From the moment George approached the car at the tow yard, the odor coming from it was putrid. As he would later say to police, “When I first went there to pick up that vehicle, I got within three feet of it, I could smell something.” Courtesy of the Orange County Sheriff’s Office
The trunk, pictured here, was the principal source of the odor. Working with Dr. Arpad Vass, a forensic anthropologist, we tested the smell, finding many of the chemicals common to human decomposition, as well as an unusually high level of chloroform. Courtesy of the Orange County Sheriff’s Office
The defense tried to argue that the odor in the trunk had been produced by a bag of garbage that had been thrown into this Dumpster, pictured here, while the car was in the tow yard. Courtesy of the Orange County Sheriff’s Office
The police retrieved the bag and itemized all of its contents. There was nothing in the bag producing an odor like the one that existed in the back of the car. Courtesy of the Orange County Sheriff’s Office
The inside of George Anthony’s tool shed, which Casey broke into so she could take his gas cans. They are seated on top of the “ABC” box on the left. The “No Trespassing”