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On December 13, 2016, Dollhouse and Stars strip clubs in Orlando had a big night. Two VIP's paid with credit cards. Strip club manager James Mulrenin told stripper Mandi May Jackson if she came by his house after all the other girls left, he would give her cash for her dance coupons. Mulrenin lured Jackson up to his tiny apartment, with the promise of drugs and cash. Mulrenin surreptitiously cut 5mg of codeine into the cocaine he gave Jackson. Jackson passed out, and does not remember what happened to this day.
After two hours, Jackson's boyfriend Scott Love came looking for her, and knocked on Mulrenin's door. When Jackson was unavailable, Love forced his way into Mulrenin's apartment. Mulrenin got shot in the back of the leg, maybe with his own gun. Someone made a field dressing and packed the wound, and tried to stop the bleeding with a tourniquet. This was likely a result of Love's familiarity with thigh wounds, from his best friends who had died in the military. At some point Mulrenin was left unattended. Mulrenin walked out to the balcony and, possibly as a result of the spins from drinking and snorting cocaine with an eye infection, slumped over the railing and jumped to his death.
Police saw the video from the club that showed Jackson was friends with Mulrenin, and showed the two VIP's doing drugs for two nights. But police hid that video, and faked the times on the apartment video to make it look like Love arrived with Jackson. The CSI staged a bullet in front of a tear in the sofa, and then threw away the sofa with Jackson's blood on it from having sex on her period. They found three surgical gloves with blood by the field dressing which had been torn off a large man's hands, but those gloves disappeared. Police and prosecutors staged and faked evidence, and coached almost every witness to lie, to claim it was a robbery, and Mulrenin had been shot while fleeing off the balcony. They framed Jackson for the murder of her boss.
Jackson originally admitted to friends that she was drugged, and she had no idea what happened, or when or why Love came to the apartment. But today she denies being drugged, because she wants to testify in her own defense, and against her friends Love and Dahl, whom she blames for the death of Mulrenin. This is the book I wrote before talking to Jackson in prison.
After two hours, Jackson's boyfriend Scott Love came looking for her, and knocked on Mulrenin's door. When Jackson was unavailable, Love forced his way into Mulrenin's apartment. Mulrenin got shot in the back of the leg, maybe with his own gun. Someone made a field dressing and packed the wound, and tried to stop the bleeding with a tourniquet. This was likely a result of Love's familiarity with thigh wounds, from his best friends who had died in the military. At some point Mulrenin was left unattended. Mulrenin walked out to the balcony and, possibly as a result of the spins from drinking and snorting cocaine with an eye infection, slumped over the railing and jumped to his death.
Police saw the video from the club that showed Jackson was friends with Mulrenin, and showed the two VIP's doing drugs for two nights. But police hid that video, and faked the times on the apartment video to make it look like Love arrived with Jackson. The CSI staged a bullet in front of a tear in the sofa, and then threw away the sofa with Jackson's blood on it from having sex on her period. They found three surgical gloves with blood by the field dressing which had been torn off a large man's hands, but those gloves disappeared. Police and prosecutors staged and faked evidence, and coached almost every witness to lie, to claim it was a robbery, and Mulrenin had been shot while fleeing off the balcony. They framed Jackson for the murder of her boss.
Jackson originally admitted to friends that she was drugged, and she had no idea what happened, or when or why Love came to the apartment. But today she denies being drugged, because she wants to testify in her own defense, and against her friends Love and Dahl, whom she blames for the death of Mulrenin. This is the book I wrote before talking to Jackson in prison.
