"I HAD NEVER EXPERIENCED SUCH A SHEER FRIGHT AS I HAD JUST GONE THROUGH"

In September 2018, Tara orchestrated an event during a visitation with Evie to cause Steve to break the restraining order she obtained against him. Despite the court Order prohibiting Ms. Walsh and her father Stephen Walsh from being present at Evie’s pick-ups and drop-offs, Tara requested that Evie be dropped off at the Walsh residence. However, no one was there to pickup Evie. Instead there was a car parked in the bushes with its lights off.

“As we stopped, Mr. Russell and I both notice a car parked on the grass among the bushes. Entering the roadway, I noticed a dark car parked behind the bushes on the right side with blacked out windows and no lights on." - Claudette LaMelle affidavit.

A voice yelled out from the darkened car. Was this the Walshes? It must be. Pickups and drop offs had occurred her before. The gate to the private road leading to the Walsh family compound remained closed.

There were still no lights on in the car, as Supervisor LaMelle walked toward it. Evie in her arms she stumbled as the pavement turned to grass and dirt.  The vehicle was oddly parked back among trees and bushes.

Claudette ran back to the car yelling, "Those aren't the Walshes. Those aren't the Walshes. I don't know who those people are."

Dad got out of the car and stood between the men and his daughter. Movement had triggered the gate, causing it to open and Claudette and Evie drove through up the long private road leading to the Walsh estate.

When the lights, of Claudette's car faded, Dad was left in pitch darkness. Still no lights were on in vehicle of the side of road, but as his Eyes adjusted Dad clearly saw the silhouettes of two young men. He pulled out his phone, turned on it's flashlight and started recording, as he walked toward the car.

It was Mom's brother Brendan Walsh and her cousin, Brian Meenan. Pushed down between their legs were what looked to be baseball bats.

They turned their lights on. The younger Meenan went pale as Dad approached the car gripping something that looked like a baseball bat with both hands.  He held it between his knees, just barely visible as Dad approached the window. The older Brendan Walsh, pulled out his phone and dialed 911. Someone is trying to break into my car...trespassing...violating a restraining order.

It was the second time that Brendan Walsh had called 911 on Dad. A year and half earlier, he called 911 in San Francisco from New York stating that Dad had beaten Mom unconscious. Police reached out and found Mom and Dad contentedly watching a movie on the couch.

Brendan is odd guy. We call him 'Dexter.' He fell in love with blood and body parts after an internship with a surgeon. He then went on to start a blog where chronicles shootings, suicides, etc. He rushes to the scene with a press badge and starts taking pictures. Creepy.

Brendan wants to be a doctor, but something tells me no medical school who does any digging will wan't want anything to do with him.

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