The first I heard about the Murder of Malcolm Burrows was from someone calling herself “Paige Turner.” She sent me a picture of Adam Braseel seated next to lawyer Flossy Davis, having the wide face a politician and white hair. Both were looking over their shoulders towards the back of the courtroom, the guilty verdict had come, both had fear in their eyes. The picture was alarming. And after sending it, Paige quickly messaged:
“There were men in the back of the courtroom, with guns, ready to shoot if the verdict was not guilty.”
I think I know what she meant.
David Parrish, a large framed man with curly hair, was seated in his converted basement, now TV studio, broadcasting a live episode of his local cable show when he heard knocking and voices coming from outside. Quickly he heard glass crashing. He put the microphone in his hand and went to see what was happening while continuing to talk to his audience; the cameraman pointed towards the commotion, Parrish walked to where fragments lay before the smashed sliding glass door, he watched as an arm reached in, with blue sleeves whose hand frantically grasped at the latch to unlock it. The police were there to put a stop to David Parrish.
Parrish says it’s because viewers of his call-in show had questions about an incident involving Judge Floyd Don Davis and his son. An accident, where the judge’s son’s car violently collided with another vehicle one night. Questions arising from the wreck that left a black man lying on the side of the road in cold weather, as why didn’t the son call an ambulance or the police? Reportedly the man begged him to. Instead calling his father, the judge. Flossy went to the scene of the wreck to meet his son and then called an ambulance who called the police, and it is of these events and police procedures in the administering of sobriety tests and disappearing indictments, being the nature of discussion on his viewer call in show, says Parrish.
Flossy’ brother in law, attorney Bob Peters, involved himself in the arrest of Parrish, obtaining a warrant from the court clerk. And on this occasion, they came to the door and smashed through the glass to get to him.
A slew of charges were thrown at Parish, which after considerable effort he beat in a jury trial. He believes the pair of attorney’s to be a problem and center of corruption for the community. And there is evidence this is true.
Flossy Davis as judge was put before a panel of judges on fifty-one indictments, Peters defending him. After pleading guilty to twenty-seven, he received a suspension on condition he attend a judge school in Reno Nevada.
After this, his continued activities as judge drew attention by coworkers, who ultimately turned him in for “burying warrants” in conjunction with the DA. Amidst a TBI investigation, Flossy Davis resigned as judge and went into private practice
Parish has expressed concerns as to why the lawyer who beat the rap for him, suddenly died.
Though perhaps more poignant to Adam Braseel and the murder of Malcolm Burrows being Flossy’s defense of infamous pain pill doctor Dooey Hood. Having lost his license four times, Flossy got it back for the doctor by staging events in Nashville, bussing “happy” patients in for testimonials.
In defending a client for murder as being innocent, a question arises, that if the defendant didn’t do it, then who did? In the trial of Adam Braseel, Flossy offered an alternative suspect, but only one, in closing arguments when he told the jury “there must be ghosts up there.” Other than these ghosts, neither attorney brought evidence or questioned witnesses as to who else might have been up there on Mellissa Rock Road around the time of the murder. And for what purpose they would be there if they were.
Perhaps the real ghost in the proceeding was Sergeant Mike brown, the Grundy County Sherriff’s investigator. A seventeen-year veteran of the force working long before Sheriff Myers was appointed in 2004. Brown was previously a Sergeant in the Army. He retired after a twenty-year stint and moved to Grundy with his wife who was from the area. He worked his way into local law enforcement after being spotted cleaning up trash along the road. First hired as dispatcher, then quickly put on patrol and eventually made investigator for the Sherriff’s office.
Brown was said to have arrived at the crime scene and handled the key evidence, said to have discovered Malcolm Burrows body next to a blue Chrysler abandoned mid-way up the drive to where Becky was picked up by the ambulance after being assaulted. Where Malcolm’s house was said to be, though if you had gone to this location months after the murder, you would not find a house, only an empty lot.
Brown was a ghost, in that he was never physically in the courtroom, despite attorneys and witnesses repeatedly talking about him: Brown found the weapons, brown found the body. “I did tell Brown I hit the assailant with the fire extinguisher,“ testified Kirk Braden, Becky’s son, who said he was sleeping in the back room when his mother was being assaulted, woken up after hearing his mother screaming. Somehow things would be less ghostly if the actual body of Sergeant Brown had been in the court room to speak for itself.
Then it gets weird, when you learn that a Sergeant Troy Brown did testify in court. There are two Sergeant Browns! And wondering if the jury would know there were two Sergeant Browns, as the appeals court has not appeared to figure that out.
The apparition of Brown doesn’t stop there, neither does the ghost bating of the attorneys.