I called the Kathleen Zellner’s law office today asking to speak with Kathleen Zellner. She was unavailable, I was told. “Is there a message you would like me to give her?”, the receptionist asked. “Yes”, I began,”I had thought of something last night that I believe is important.” “Oh?”, he said, sounding momentarily interested. “Yes”, I began, “The fact that I was trespassed from the property wouldn’t have been an action consistent with someone who had killed Teresa Halbach since I was there to propound a theory to them about my suspicion that it was someone else”. “Or,” the receptionist snidely replied, “they simply didn’t want to be interrupted”. “Clearly”, I said, “they didn’t want to be interrupted, and that’s exactly my point. If the killer had been Scott Tadych or Chuck Avery, they wouldn’t have minded. If they had ever become the serious object of suspicion, it would just be another arrow of deflection in their quiver to have another possible suspect”.
The receptionist, clearly growing agitated, then asked me to hold for a moment. I did, and after a few minutes he got back on the line. “You know, Steven Avery has representation at this point, and we would discourage you from talking to anyone involved in this matter, because you’re not a professional, and we are”. The arrogance! I proceeded to tell this person that anyone in America is allowed to ask anyone any question they want. People are allowed to do that still. Still!!! But for some reason we don’t, or we leave it to ‘the professionals’. Who was this guy to tell me what I should or shouldn’t do as the receptionist at a law firm? Maybe during the few minutes I was on hold, he spoke to Zellner, and that was the message she had given him to tell me. The man hung up the phone after accusing me of being insulting after I told him I thought it rather condescending to tell another person what they should or shouldn’t do so long as it was within the bounds of the law.
I decided I would write a note about this incident here on Overthrow, but didn’t have the receptionists name. So I called back and talked to the man who answered the phone, the office manager as he described himself, and asked him if he was the man I had early spoken to. After briefly describing the exchange I’d had roughly an hour earlier, the office manager exclaimed, “Oh yes, I heard about this”. He then demanded to know who I was working with. “No one,” I said. “Well,” he retorted, his voice dripping with impertinence, “We have been hired as his counsel, and we are the ones working on this case!” “I have no quarrel with that, sir, and I wish you success, but I think ordinary citizens are still free to ask questions of whomever they wish. Freedom of speech is a constitutional guarantee.” The office manager seemed to take exception to that idea. “Well that freedom doesn’t give you the right to trespass, nor does it give you the right to interfere with a legal investigation.” Apparently I was preceded by my (false) reputation. “I have no idea what you guys are up to or what you’re doing, and whatever that is, why would anyone want to interfere with it? Also, I never trespassed on the Avery property. As an office manager at a law firm, I sincerely hope you understand the distinction.” “Okay, why is it that you called?” I wanted to get the name of the receptionist I’d spoken with earlier because I thought I’d mention it on overthrow.us. As a matter of fact, I’d also like to know what you’re name is too, if you don’t mind?” “I’m not giving that to you!” Click.