Robert McClendon

"Nothing sucks more, than that moment during an argument when you realize you were wrong."

One thing I want to note here, is in the recording, I made a statement about Paula and the car door, when in fact, I meant car door handle.

See what others are saying about this case. Read the petition and voice your opinion regarding this injustice.

To the Aussies! We have noticed a large amount of traffic from Australia and we would like to thank them all for visiting our website!

One person in Australia that we would like to recognize, is Tania Howes. She has been a very good friend to Robert's for quite some time. She has provided support for him throughout this ordeal. She is a sweet kind person and we appreciate everything she has done for him.

There should be more people in the world like Tania. God bless you girl.. and angels watch over you.. Thank you for everything!

I would like to say "thank you" to all for the support I have received from the people who have stood by me through this difficult journey. There are times when I felt as though I was falling, but was uplifted by the kind words and understanding. I do not feel that I could have made it through the trials and tribulations without the support of my family, friends and people I have met along the way through the internet. You all will always hold a special place in my heart.

We understand that the show aired again, so we wanted to show something here that was brought up on the show, the fact about the fetal monitoring. You will be able to see where Christine was billed for the fetal monitoring. I guess it really was ordered. The hospital would not have done that if she did not appear pregnant. What do you think?

From Roger McClendon: I've witnessed it with my own two eyes. It proves that our criminal justice system is still very primitive. Prosecutors are running-a-muck, prosecuting people like a modern day witch hunt.

Earlier in the Week Before My Arrest
On Saturday September 10, 2005. I was at my mother’s house with my girlfriend and her two daughters (Paula and Sara). At the time, Sara was 17 years old and Paula was 18 years old. On that day the youngest girl, Sara, started going crazy in my Mom’s house. She was throwing and breaking things and cursing at everyone, including her own mother, Christine, and threatening to beat up my mother, who was about 70 years of age at that time. It got so bad and out of hand, nobody could stop Sara from what she was doing. Sara was even urinating everywhere in the house at will, on the furniture and the floors.

Ultimately, I found it necessary to dial 911, and members from the Montgomery County Sheriff’s Department arrived and they had a talk with Sara about her behavior. The police officer told me and Sara’s mother that she was “not right in the head,” and that she needed psychological counseling. This is because Sara suffers from spina-bifida, a congenital condition, and she has water build up on the brain that has to be controlled with a shunt, which drains cerebral spinal fluid from the brain.

At any rate, after the police left, Sara’s mother got really mad and came back in the house yelling, “That is just great! They are going to put Sara in a psych ward, and I am going to lose Sara’s Social Security check!” (Angry because she did not want to work!) Christine stayed mad at me all day for calling the police! On Wednesday, September 14, 2005, the oldest girl, Paula, had been having boys come in through the front window of my mobile home- consistently one boy named Derek, who, at the time was only 15 years old.

On September 14, 2006 I had had enough of this boy and other young men coming into my home through the windows late at night and having the neighbors talking about it. I, Christine and Paula took a drive to an Ace hardware store and I purchased two window locks. Christine and I locked both inside and outside (storm window) windows so these young men could not come into my home late at night anymore. I then took Christine and Paula with me to go talk to the boy’s (Derek) mother. I told her that I did not want him coming back on my property anymore. This boy had been told previously not to come in through the window and he didn't listen. I told him “If you want to see Paula then you are going to have to knock on the front door and visit her this way, not come through the front window.” Mind you, this had gone on for so long and Paula would not behave or listen to either her mother or me. We did not have any problem with Paula going out on dates or seeing these boys, I was just not going to have them come into my house through the front window and let all the neighbors see and talk about us.

Picture of Paula Trent's bedroom window that was locked and sealed by Robert so that she could no longer sneak men in through her window.

After locking the window and talking to the boy’s mother, I had called the police on Paula because she was going crazy after her mother and I secured the bedroom window. The weekend before I had noticed that my back door had also been pried open and someone had tried to break into my home. The office manager had also told me that the boy Derek and another boy, also named Derek, had a reputation of breaking into homes in the neighborhood. I heard this from the manager on the same day that I had talked with Derek’s mother. I had had enough! I was dealing with break-ins, boys coming through my front window, and Paula going crazy to the point that she was out of control.

So I called the police to have a talk with her and to report the break-in. I did not want Paula to get into any trouble, and only wanted the officer to talk to her and tell her what she was doing was wrong and to take a report on the attempted break-in at my back door. After the officer left, Christine (girlfriend) was furious with me and said I better not ever call another cop on her kids. I told her that if anymore boys came in through my front window or tried to break into my home, then I was going to call the police. Christine looked at me and said “We’ll see about that!” What Christine was also talking about was that I was trying to get her 18- year-old daughter into trouble for having sex with a 15 year-old-boy, and that I was trying to have her daughter put in jail for consorting with a minor.

I told Christine that I never said anything about the age of the kids to the police. All I said was that I didn’t want them coming through my windows anymore - that’s all. If Paula wanted to date anyone, I didn’t care as long as they were not trying to break into the house or come in the windows. I told Christine that they could come to the front door and ask for her just like anyone else would. I told Paula that she was 18 years old and she was an adult, and if she wanted to have a lifestyle like that, she could go get her own apartment and have all the boys that she wanted. She could have them knock on her own front door and come in instead of dragging then through the windows.

The Day of My Arrest
The very next day, Thursday September 15, 2005, Christine and I woke up. I believe it was about 4:00 a.m. in the morning. Christine woke Paula up and the three of us went out to do the church run. We always went every week to go pick up food for the church to feed the homeless and people that were not quite so fortunate. I did this and volunteered my time because the church had done so much for me in the past. You see, I am disabled from a truck accident and had to go on disability income, and it was hard to make it without what the church did for us.

The church never asked me to do it. I did it because I did not want to take something without giving something back. After we finished the church run and came back home, I had to lie down because I was in a lot of pain. I was always in severe pain and, when we would do the church run, I would always have to lie down afterward.

While I was lying down and went to sleep, Christine and the two girls went to the girls’ room to play video games – or so I thought! Christine was back in the room with them for a long time, and then came out later that evening. I did not really know what time it was because I was still half asleep when she woke me up coming through the living room. Christine went into the kitchen and was washing something in the sink. Then the stereo in the girls’ room was turned up real loud. (To let you know, the girls have never turned the stereo up loud before if they knew I was sleeping.)

I told Christine to please go back there and have them turn the down the volume. Christine went to the girls’ room and told Paula to turn it down because I was asleep. Then Christine came back through the living room and went back into the kitchen. Just then, Paula turned the volume back up on the stereo, and it was even louder this time. I told Christine to go back there and get Paula to come out into the living room.

Christine went back there and got her to come out. Christine came out and Paula followed her. Christine went into the kitchen and Paula stopped behind the living room front door and stood there. I asked Paula what her problem was. I told her that her mother already came back there and told her to turn down the volume because I was sleeping. Then Paula started screaming at me and was saying that I never let her do anything that she wanted. I said to her, “That is not it!” I said, “You can do what ever you want, but you are not going to have anymore boys meet you at the front window, and they are not going to come through the front window either. Not anymore!” Paula got mad and said, “I’m leaving,” and opened the front door and ran onto the sidewalk in front of our porch.

I am still sitting on the side of the bed. (We had our bed in the front room.) Christine went to the door because Paula left it open when she ran outside. Christine ran to the door because Paula said that she was leaving. I can still hear Paula screaming outside about not be able to do what she wanted to do. Christine walked out onto the porch and was watching Paula screaming and having a fit. I told Christine to tell her to be quiet and stop her yelling. Christine would not do it, so I got up off the bed and went to the door. When I looked outside, Paula was still yelling and screaming about not being able to do what she wanted.

I was standing in the doorway and yelled back at her. I told her to stop screaming and to get back into the house. She yelled back at me and said, “No!” So I started to step out onto the porch, and she began running toward the street. (This was the last time I ever saw her again.)

I told Christine to go and get her and then Christine just looked at me and smiled. Then she shook her head “no.” Christine started walking out toward the street, and I thought she was going after Paula. I had went back and sat down in the recliner chair. I thought Christine was still going to get Paula. I got up out of the recliner and went into the kitchen, and just then the maintenance man ran into my living room demanding my guns. In the next few minutes I found myself going to jail - I had no idea what was going on or why.

It was not until after I was in jail did I start to figure out what had really happened, and still I did not know the reasons. I was only guessing to myself – was this is because I had called the police on the girls twice in one week?

I was released from jail very early in the morning on Sunday, September 18, 2006. My mother and her cousin came and got me out and took me home. I was still crying and confused about what happened to me. I was still guessing it was because I had called the police on Christine’s children.

The Day of the Protective Order Hearing
On my birthday, November 2, 2005, I showed up for the protective order hearing. This was on the November 2 and 4, 2005. Since they had a protective order put out on me and they signed it. It was a legal affidavit, and it allowed my attorney to put them on the stand to question them. This caught Paula and Christine off guard. They thought that they were going to get the order signed by the judge and be out of there. It didn’t happen that way.

Both Paula and Christine were separated so they could each be questioned independently. When each of them was put on the stand, they each told completely different stories about what they had made up. They could not even keep their stories straight. It was a beautiful thing that they made themselves look like fools. But when it was over, the judge granted them the protective order anyway.

One was questioned on November 2, 2005 and the other was questioned on November 4, 2005. Being able to go home, one would think that on November 3, 2005 that they would have conspired to get their stories to jive, but they didn’t. During the protective order hearing, they accused me of pulling guns on Paula in the house. They said that I used multiple guns and kept changing them out because I could not make up my mind which one I wanted to use. But still in the hearing, they kept getting their stories all mixed up. AS THIS STORY GOES ON, IT ONLY GETS BETTER AND MORE COMPLICATED.

The Violation of the Protective Order
This story only gets better. Someone kept coming by my mother’s house where I had been staying after all this had happened to me. They kept vandalizing my mother’s mailbox. The last time the mailbox was trashed. It had been backed over it with a pickup truck. Anyway, a tail light lens was broken out, and it was on the ground by the broken mailbox. During this time my mother had hired a caretaker for me because of my disability, and also because of my mental heath after being traumatized by what had happened to me.

My brother came over and traced the truck lens to a Ford pickup truck. The red plastic part had a part number located on the inside of the lens. My brother called truck dealers acting as if he needed to get it replaced and wanted to make sure he got the right one. The dealers used the part number and told him the exact make and model of the truck it came from.

Armed with this information, my brother got up on the morning of Thursday, February 23, 2006 and made his plans. He knew them (Christine and her family) very well and did not trust them in any way. He planned a route before he went over to their house to look for a pickup truck with a broken tail light. He also thought if he were seen by them that they might try to do something to him, but he was one step ahead of them.

My brother started making cell phone calls from his house so that the towers would track his movement and his location. He called his customers and friends that knew him very well and our mother. During his route he stopped and purchased gas, and he used his credit card. While he was doing this, he made sure he was on the store’s cameras at the pumps.

After he purchased gas he kept making a series of phone calls so that the towers still tracked his movements. He went right over to their house to look for a truck with a broken tail light. He called several times before he got there but I was still sleeping and didn't answer the phone, When I got up I called
him back and he let me know what he was doing and he was also letting the cell phone towers keep track of him. I told him not to go over to the area of their house, but he said it was too late. He was already there.

My ex-girlfriend and her mother were standing in the yard when he drove by to look. They saw him and called the police. He then went and did a job for one of his customers and went to a bank and cashed a check so that his face could be seen on the cameras. When he left the bank he went to the Sheriff’s office and visited some friends there, all the while making phone calls so that the cell phone towers could track him.

Several Bail Bond Companies Called Me
Shortly after that he went to look for the truck at their house - I think maybe a month later. One morning I had several bail bond companies calling me to let me know that there was a warrant for my arrest. When I asked why, they said that I violated the protective order. I was shocked! They told the police that it was I who drove by their house. As I explained, I was at home on February 23, 2006, still in my pajamas, and with my caretaker when my brother drove by their house. Both Christine and her mother said it was I and identified me.

An arrest warrant was put out on me and a $10,000.00 dollar bond was placed on me. My mother and I went and posted bail, and I walked right out the front door of the jail house. I never spent any time in jail.

I had to go to a hearing for violation of the protective order. My ex-girlfriend and her mother were there to testify against me. Again they were separated and put on the stand. When they questioned Christine, she said it was I who drove by her mother’s house. She stated I was driving my brother’s van. They asked her if she got a good look at me. She said. “Yes!” The prosecutor asked her to point me out and identify me. She pointed right at me in the court room and identified me. She was asked what I looked like. Christine said that I had a full beard. But the judge had seen me every month and she knew that I had always been clean shaven. Then they asked her if the windows were up or down. She said she didn’t know. Caught by my attorney! My brother had dark tinted windows on that van and had the pictures to prove it! (Lot of laughs!)

Christine also said that when I got arrested for the violation of protective order and that while I was in jail I kept making harassing telephone calls to her house from jail. My attorney slapped herself in the face and laughed. You see, I was never in jail so how could I make such calls! Next: The mother takes the stand. Christine’s mother also testified on the stand that it was I who that drove in front of her house. The prosecutor asked her to identify me. Christine’s mother pointed at me and said it was I. The prosecutor asked if I had a beard. She said, “Yes.” She said I had about a three-day growth.

Now remember, Christine said I had a full beard. They asked her mother if the windows were rolled up or down. She also said she didn’t know. Caught again! Again, the judge has always seen me with a clean shaven face. (Now comes the good part!) My brother took the stand. He showed up with all his cell phone records which was his call log from T-Mobile and pictures of the van with dark tinted windows. My brother told the court that it was he that drove by. My brother always had a full beard.

My caretaker took the stand and told the court that I was under her care at the time of the incident, and provided an affidavit as well, stating that I was with her at my home under her care. (The judge dismissed the case and threw it out!) (Using the protection of the protective order to take everything I owned.) I think it was about the first part of December, 2005. Christine and her daughters moved, allowing me to go back on my property and get my things out of my home. When I got there, I found that every single thing was gone.

Christine had taken all my personal identification, my computer certifications off the wall, including every single thing of value. I was left with nothing but trash! She even took all of my clothes and all of my medical records, medications and all pictures of me growing up, my children’s pictures as well all of my fathers pictures. (Which were the only pictures that I had of me, my children and my father.) My whole history had been erased! I was just sick and traumatized over what I saw. They even trashed my car that was still there.

The Day of the Trial
This trial was so confusing to me since I was still in trauma. When Christine and Paula started to testify, their stories changed again. This time they stated on the stand that I chased Paula out of the house with a 44 magnum revolver. It is odd they never said anything like that in the protective order hearing. (I had never even stepped out of the house that day after getting back from the church run.)

Paula said that I chased her and caught her out by the street, but still in the driveway. She told the court that she was curled up, and I was pointing a revolver at her. (There were several homes in front of our trailer in which people are home all day.) Christine also said the same thing when she was put on the stand. But - here is the funny part! The prosecutor had a picture of my driveway on a board so all could see. The prosecutor asked Paula where on the driveway this happened. Paula pointed at the far end of the drive out by the street. When the same question was asked of Christine, she said it was up by our sidewalk, but still on the driveway.

This was a discrepancy of about 30 feet in difference from what each one of them said. And not only that, there was a car parked in between both areas that they had pointed out! My attorney came to court armed with the transcripts from the protective order hearing. When the prosecutor found out he wanted them thrown out because he did not have a copy.

The judge allowed the transcripts to be used anyway. During the questioning of Paula and Christine they were asked some questions and their answers to them were different from what they said in the protective order hearing. When Christine was asked a question, my attorney pointed out how different it was from the transcripts. Christine after that started crying and said “You are getting me confused!” Christine could not answer the question for well over a minute - maybe a minute and a half went by. Yes! She was confused alright! She was caught in a lie.

The same thing happened to Paula. Paula started crying and getting confused because my attorney was showing her how different her story was after being compared to the previous transcripts. Paula stated on the stand that she had red marks on her neck for a week. (Any red marks that would last a week would be considered a bruise.) If any police officer had seen marks then, they would have taken pictures and then sent her for medical treatment. I can’t remember which one it was (I think it was Christine), but she said that they got me calmed down out in the drive way and got me to come back into the house and lock the door.

After that, Paula said that she later went back outside to the gazebo. She said that I followed her out there and was still mad. She said that I picked up a big glass ashtray and threatened to hit her with it. She said that after I did that, that was when she decided to take off running to get some help. To repeat myself, I had never gone outside the house that day after getting back from the church run.

Another thing that was brought to my attorney’s attention was that out of three guns that were suppose to be in evidence against me, there was only one that was used in the trial. This was because my ex-girlfriend went to the station and signed a paper stating that she was my common-law wife, and the officer released and gave back two shotguns to Christine. This happened on September 29, 2005, almost two weeks after they arrested me. The police were not supposed to do that because they were to be used as evidence at my trial. She signed the paper stating that she was my common-law wife. However, she was still married to another man, and I was still married to another women.

But later on in the protective order hearing, Christine was asked on the stand if she was my wife or just my girlfriend. She stated to the court that she was only my girlfriend. So she lied and signed a document stating she was my common-law wife but later in the hearing, she told the truth and told the court that she was only my girlfriend.

While Paula was on the stand testifying, Christine was put in a soundproof room so she could not hear what Paula was saying. (This was by the front door of the courtroom.) When Paula was talking, my brother, Roger, started to go into the hall and noticed that Christine was standing in the doorway of the soundproof room with her foot propping the door open. She was trying to listen to Paula’s testimony so she could keep her story straight when it was her turn to take the stand. Roger went and got the bailiff to come see. The bailiff told the judge what she was doing, and the judge ordered Christine to come into the courtroom. She was severely reprimanded, and then the judge then ordered her back to the room and told her to stay in there and not to open the door. My attorney asked for a mistrial based on what happened and the judge refused it.

During closing arguments my attorney pointed out all the lies and inconsistencies of the testimonies of Paula and Christine. She also pointed out that they could not keep their stories straight, and that their stories were all over the place. There was absolutely no evidence against me and the police did not do their job to investigate the alleged crime. Paula was not sent for medical treatment, and there were no pictures of her taken to show any signs of red marks or bruising. All there was were the complaints filed by Paula and her mother’s story. Everyone knew that their stories were all mixed up and nothing matched. All the prosecutor had was a pistol that he waved around like some kind of trophy, and the other two shotguns were never brought into the courtroom since they were released to Christine on September 29, 2005.

The prosecutor said that the officer that testified on my behalf was a disgrace to the force by saying that he found both girls not to be truthful, and that there was no validity to their story. When the trial was over the jury came back and found me guilty anyway.    I was given 5 years probation since I have never been in trouble before. I asked for an appeal but was denied for reasons that I cannot talk about now.

Some things happened in the court room that should not have, which later caused a situation that allowed my appeal to go through. I was informed that my conviction was affirmed. A Petition for Discretionary Review was filed with all the transcripts and discrepancies outlined. Just like all the other incompetent people involved in this case, they did not read the PDR and affirmed by conviction. Later that same month of the trial, I ran across two people who were in the audience during my trial. They said that I had gotten “screwed over.”

The Policeman That Arrested Me Takes the Stand
From what I understand from the officer’s story, he never would have arrested me if it had not been for his superiors. His superiors had contacted the DA’s office before my arrest, and the DA’s office told them to arrest me.

The police officer stated on the stand that he found Paula and Christine to be untruthful or as he said it, their stories had no validity at all, and they were not credible witnesses. He said that there were no red marks on Paula that day, and found her not to be telling the truth. He also said that Christine was also not telling the truth either.

The officer said that when he arrived on the scene that I was normal and only seemed confused as to why they were there. (I was convicted anyway) It just goes to show you that you do not have to leave your home to get into trouble. When I was arrested, I was still in my pajamas and wearing a back brace. I was convicted with absolutely no evidence and only a story made up by two people who could not even keep their stories straight and kept repeatedly lying.

All it takes in Texas is for someone to say you did something - then the rest of your life is ruined!

Then they tried to have me arrested on more false charges later, and still I was at home. (Christine taken to small claims court.) Because of Christine and her family took advantage of the protective order, it allowed them to take all of my property (including all personal property of mine) and they wiped me out! We filed in small clams court to try to recover some of my things. We went into a hearing first. In the hearing Christine openly said to the judge that I (Robert) was the one who got my brother Roger to drive in front of their house. My brother jumped up and challenged her saying, “Wait a minute”. “You (Christine and Barbara, mother of Christine) said in the protective order violation hearing that you identified Robert as the one to drive in front of your house. Now you are saying it was me (Roger)?”

Once again Christine’s story had changed, and she slipped again! When in court, Roger proved that it was he who drove in front of their house. Why she slipped like that, we still don’t know. (There is much more to this story yet to be heard, and more will be written later!)

Paula’s Premeditated Plan to Have Me Arrested
My mother had a yard man named Jose. He is married and has several children. He had worked for my mother for about three years. Chris and her two girls and I went to my mother’s house almost every weekend to visit and to help her a little around the house.

During the last two years that Chris and I were still together, Paula had developed a crush on Jose. Paula always talked about Jose and how cute he was. Chris and I did not pay too much attention to Paula since we did not see Jose as a problem. During the last year of my relationship with Chris Paula started getting very serious about Jose, and several other young men as well, and her behavior began to change. Jose was about 35 years old and Paula was 17 at the time.

There are two large pieces of land that are side by side. Jose always had a crew of four, which included himself. We started to notice that Jose and Paula would disappear at the same time somewhere on the property and would reappear at the same time. They were just never together when they showed back up. It seemed like Paula was always following him everywhere he went while he was doing his work.

After awhile, Chris and I told Paula to stop following Jose around the yard. She would quit for awhile and then resume her previous behavior. Jose then knew we started to get suspicious of the two of them always talking together. I asked Jose if she was bothering him and he said no. He said, “But she follows me everywhere I go.” I told Jose if she did it anymore to please tell her to go somewhere else. Anyway, that didn’t work.

We asked Paula repeatedly not to bother Jose or any of the other men while they were working. That didn’t work either. Paula’s mother, Christine, would tell Paula only every now and then to stay away from Jose, but she never really enforced this with Paula and pretty much left her to do as she pleased.

After Paula turned 18 years old she really started to get out of hand. She stayed mad at Chris and me because she could not do everything she wanted to do. Her mother allowed her to go out on dates after she turned 17, but she was not allowed to bring boys into our
home to stay or to spend the night.

My Mother is Going Out of Town
My mother was leaving town in a couple weeks and needed someone to stay at her house to keep a watch on things and feed the pets. She asked if Paula could do that, and she would be paid for doing this. (Paula did not like coming to my mother’s house at unless Jose was going to be there.) I had noticed that she was getting overly excited about the idea of staying at my mom’s house, knowing that she was going to have the house to herself for a few days. I thought it was strange until I thought about it. Some how I knew that she was going to try and have Jose stay over. I went and had a talk with her mother and told her what I was thinking, and that she needed to have a talk with Paula. Paula already knew about my mothers rule about not having strangers or anyone else on her property.

On the morning of June 27, 2005 we were getting ready to take Paula over to my mother’s house. I saw Paula going through and checking all of her makeup. She never wore makeup that much, and that got me to thinking that she was up to something. She knew my mother does not like people in her house when she is gone. Immediately I had the idea that she called Jose to make plans and was going to have him come over. I went and had a private talk with Chris and told her what I thought she was up to something and to tell her that no one was allowed to come over. She had a job to do and that was to take care of my mother’s house and the animals.

While we were driving the 40-minute trip to my mother’s house, we told Paula no one was allowed to come over, and she was not to go anywhere. She was getting paid to do a job and that was it. We told her it was okay to call her friends if she wanted to talk to someone but there would be no company allowed. She agreed and said it was okay.

There was a program on my mothers computer that recorded all incoming and out going phone calls. we had an idea that Jose would be calling her there. After we went back home we called Paula later that evening to check on her and she said she was doing fine.

On the morning of June 28, 2005. We called to check on Paula and see how she was doing. For some reason she sounded strange and her voice did not sound right. After getting off the phone, I told Chris that we needed to go over there. We got into the car and went back to my mother’s house. Before we got there, I told Chris to take her off into another room or take her outside so I could check the computer for any calls.

When we got there Paula was very surprised to see us. We asked her if everything was okay and she said it was. Then we asked her if anybody had been here, and Paula said, “No.” I said, “Are you sure?”   Again she said, “No.” Christine took Paula off to talk to her. I went to check the computer and, sure enough, Jose had called. He called on the evening of June 27, 2005 at 7:36 p.m., and the call lasted only 1 minute, 33 seconds.

When he called Paula he was already sitting out by the mailbox. When Paula answered the phone, he changed his voice and told her his name was Tony, then identified himself as Jose. He was making sure that no one else was in the house and that Paula was alone. Then he told her to come outside to meet him. Paula got excited and said she’d be right out. Then she hung up the phone.

He knew he was not suppose to be here. After checking the computer we got Paula back in the room. I asked her again, “Did anyone come over?” She said, “No.” I said, “Are you sure?” Again she said, “No”.   Then she started getting nervous. She then knew that something was not right.

I told her she was “cold busted” and she lied to me and her mother. I told her that Jose was here yesterday evening and she went out and got him. Then she started crying and having a fit. Just because she was 18 years old and legally an adult didn't mean she could bring strangers into my mothers house. She could do anything she wanted to. She was just not going to do it in my mother’s house.   She said Jose did not come into the house and that he tried to rape her outside. She said that Jose grabbed her wrist and dragged her behind the house and then pulled her clothes off of her. I said that we needed to call the police and report it. Christine and Paula both said they did not want the police called. They kept telling me to just forget it. The following weekend came, and Jose still did not know that I found out about the situation. Jose came over with his crew to work, and I told him to leave.

After I told Jose to leave, Paula got very angry with me. Here is the question that got me. If he raped her or tried to rape her, why would she get mad at me for running him off? Beats   me?! There seemed to be more to this story than what I got.

(Here is the best part of this story. In just under three months, Paula had me arrested.)

It appears that Paula wanted to have me arrested for quite awhile. It wasn’t until I had to call the police on Paula and her sister, that her mother decided to get involved. (The police were called because of some very intolerable behavior on the girls part.) They made up their plan together, but they had no idea that they would get caught off guard and put on the stand in court. This is when they realized they did not have a plan to where their stories matched.

After I was arrested and moved to my mother’s house a short time later in October, a lady showed up on our property. None of us knew who she was. She then introduced herself and said she was Jose’s wife. (Her name is Emma) She came out to our house and said she had a story to tell us. It was about Jose and Paula going to have me setup and arrested. She said that she was a Christian lady, and felt she had to do the right thing by telling us what her husband did.

This Part of the Story Came From Emma
After I was arrested, Paula kept calling Jose’s cell phone. When Emma answered Jose’s phone, Paula told Emma that she was pregnant, and Jose was the father. Paula made several phone calls harassing Emma. Emma confronted Jose wanting to know about the affair that the two had been having. Jose told his wife that Paula is crazy and he never had any affair with her. He said she was only a trouble maker.

Then Emma had a talk with Victor, Jose’s cousin. Victor told Emma about Jose and Paula seeing each other. I found out later that Victor was with Jose on the evening of June 27, 2005 when Jose came out to see Paula. Victor also said he knew about Jose and Paula talking to each other about having me set up to get arrested. Victor also said that back when Paula was still 17 years old. Paula and Jose were making plans to have me arrested. That way they could run off to another state and get married and that Paula thought that I was influencing her mothers decision to keep her at home until she turned 18.

Emma Talked to Jose Again
Emma again asked her husband about his affair with Paula and having me arrested. Jose denied any involvement with my getting arrested or having an affair with Paula, but he did say to Emma that Paula said she was going to have her father arrested because she could not do what she wanted to do. I found out later that all of the other yardmen had known about Paula’s plans and never said anything to me about it.

(We now know that Paula accused Jose of rape just so she could get out of trouble.)
In an attempt to gather more information about my being setup and arrested, my brother called and apologized to Jose and invited him to come back out to our house. My mother started letting him do work again. Then Jose started telling all of us about Paula’s plan to have me arrested.

(Now I need Jose to go to court and testify about what he knew about the setup.)
After talking to my attorney and telling Jose that I needed him to go to court with me, Jose got afraid about testifying. He was still worried about him getting put in jail because of Paula’s rape allegation. I told him that there was nothing that she could do, but he got on an airplane and flew to Honduras to stay with his mother for awhile until things cooled down.

The Letter from Emma to the District Attorney.
Emma has written an eight page letter to the district attorney explaining about Paula’s actions and plans to have me arrested. It is all in Spanish and we have not had it translated yet. Emma explained that she had to write it all in Spanish because it was easier for her. She just wanted to make sure that there were no misunderstandings.

Emma divorces Jose
Emma had to divorce her husband because of his affair with Paula and his involvement in getting me arrested. Now, because of her divorce, it caused her to lose her ministry with her church. The church said she could not have a ministry because she divorced him.

*Messages to Harris County District Attorney, District Attorney Elect and Tax Payers*	*Small Claims Court - Weapons*	*Correspondence to Pat Lykos* Harris County District Attorney (NEW!)
*Police Report & Trial Testimony*	*Emma's Letter*	*Correspondence to Scott Durfee, Legal Counsel for the Harris County District Attorney's Office* Request for Investigation Records Under the Texas Public Information Act *(See if you can tell why we question the competency of the Harris County D.A.'s Office.) (refer to letter dated January 6, 2009)* (NEW Information)
*Dismissal of Violation of Protective Order*	*Evidence Summarized*	*Letter to Judge Kent Adams Informing Him of Christine Trent's Lies in His Court and Requesting Charges on Her for Perjury*
Protective Order &Trial Discrepancies	*Cristina's Court*