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Loyalty to State and obedience to Constitution and law. Obedience to the Constitution and law is the 10 [inviolable] 10 obligation of every citizen wherever he may be and of every other person for the time being within Pakistan.
High treason 11 [ 1. Any person who abrogates or subverts or suspends or holds in abeyance, or attempts or conspires to abrogate or subvert or suspend or hold in abeyance, the Constitution by use of force or show of force or by any other unconstitutional means shall be guilty of high treason. Any person aiding or abetting 12 [or collaborating] 12 the acts mentioned in clause 1 shall likewise be guilty of high treason.
An act of high treason mentioned in clause 1 or clause 2 shall not be validated by any court including the Supreme Court and a High Court. Read Part 2 here. Most mornings, the sky was still black when Mickey Bryan made the short drive from her house on Avenue O, through the small central Texas town of Clifton, to the elementary school. Sometimes her car was the only one on the road. Mickey was always the first teacher to arrive, usually settling in at her desk by 7 a. One morning, Mickey did not show up for work.
It was a Tuesday in the fall — Oct. She stopped, puzzled, and looked inside; she tried the door, but it was locked. At first, she figured her fanatically punctual friend was running off photocopies on the other side of the building, but by 8 a. Daniels asked his secretary to call the Bryan home, but no one answered.
They did not know where their daughter might be — they last saw her the previous afternoon when she stopped by their home on Avenue L — but they promised to go check on her right away. Clifton lies miles southwest of Dallas, on an empty stretch of prairie land gouged by creeks and river valleys. The town was, and remains to this day, populated by some 3, people, many of them descendants of the Norwegian farmers who settled in southern Bosque County before the Civil War.
Both Bryans were familiar and beloved figures around town. Mickey, who was 44, once held the title of Miss Clifton High School, an honor bestowed on her by her classmates, though she shied from attention. She was guarded even around the few people she allowed to get close, while Joe, who was a year her senior, thrived on human connection. Warm and expressive, with a gift for putting people at ease, he had an open, friendly face and blue eyes that were always animated behind his large wire-rimmed glasses.
At the high school, he was an ebullient presence, an educator with such enthusiasm for his job that at Friday-night football games, he seemed to be everywhere at once, calling out to students and their extended families without stumbling over a name.
Mickey and Joe had known each other since elementary school. They first crossed paths when Joe, who grew up on a farm about 40 miles southeast of Clifton, on the outskirts of Waco, visited a cousin in nearby Mosheim, where the Blues then lived. Joe was getting over the dissolution of a four-year marriage that had never taken root, and in Mickey, he found a centering force.
Mickey was quiet, unflappable and fiercely practical — a woman who, despite the norms of Texas beauty, eschewed makeup and favored flats. Mickey did not want the fuss of a church wedding. The Bryans shared a common sense of purpose; they believed in the transformative power of teaching, and when they moved to Clifton in after Joe was offered the job of principal, they immersed themselves deeply in the lives of their students.
In the evenings, Joe often sat beside Mickey and helped her grade papers. They were different from other married couples, a number of women who knew them noted appreciatively; Mickey and Joe seemed more like a team. They both loved being around children but were never able to have their own — an immutable fact of their marriage that seemed to only draw them closer. Daniels rang the doorbell. The house was dark and quiet. Moments later, the Blues hurried up the walkway with a spare key, and Daniels followed them in.
She was the first to reach the master bedroom, and when she stepped inside, Daniels heard her cry out. He and Otis followed close behind her. In the bedroom, blood was everywhere — spattered across the bed, the ceiling, all four walls. Daniels immediately took hold of Vera and instructed her and Otis to go to the living room. He did not step any farther into the bedroom, but as he stood in the doorway, he could tell that Mickey was dead.
Her pink nightgown was drawn up to the top of her thighs, and she was naked from the waist down. Daniels rushed to the phone in the kitchen and called the police.
Word of the killing traveled quickly around Clifton that morning. How could anyone hurt Mickey? Three principals whose help Massey enlisted found Joe near the check-in desk. He appeared unmoored, his face gone slack with shock. He sat by himself, holding his head in his hands. They took him upstairs to his hotel room, where he lay down in bed, shivering.
Still dressed in his suit and tie, he pulled the covers over himself. Two longtime colleagues of his from Clifton — Richard Liardon, the school superintendent, and Glen Nix, the assistant elementary school principal — arrived around noon to take him home, and when Joe saw them, he broke down. The Bryan home was cordoned off with yellow crime-scene tape when the three men pulled up outside shortly before 3 p.
Of primary interest to them was whether the Bryans had any firearms in the house, and Joe explained that he had a. When she embraced him, he held on to her as if he might fall without her support. Investigators would remain at the house until after midnight, poring over the crime scene. They had little to go on; the neighbors had not seen or heard anything unusual, and there were no leads to chase down — no bloody fingerprints that might have narrowed the search for the killer, no shoe-print impressions to try to match.
No semen was detected on vaginal swabs that were later collected for the rape kit. Yet slowly, a picture of the crime began to emerge. Mickey had been shot four times: once in the abdomen and three times in the head.
A blast to the left side of her face had been fired at extremely close range. A search of the house revealed that the. Tiny lead pellets, which lay scattered around the bedroom, were also embedded in her wounds, leading investigators to surmise that she was killed with the.
The house displayed no obvious signs of forced entry, but a Texas Ranger who found the back door locked was unable to conclude whether it had been secured before, or after, officers arrived. A cigarette butt was discovered on the kitchen floor, though neither of the Bryans smoked. Taken together, the evidence seemed to point in one direction: Mickey had been the victim of a burglary-turned-homicide.
Thorman peered through his magnifying glass, moving it in slow, sweeping motions. He tacked strings to five small bloodstains on the wall above the headboard, extending each strand down to the mattress below. As the investigators went about their work, Joe spent the night with his mother, Thelma, in Elm Mott, the small town north of Waco where she lived.
Joe lay awake, his mind racing, until exhaustion overtook him. At the funeral home in Clifton the following day, he learned that Joe Wilie, the Texas Ranger who was helming the investigation, wanted to speak with him, and he headed over to the police station.
He carried himself with the assurance of someone who could get to the bottom of the mystery that lay before him. Joe did not take a lawyer with him, nor did the direction of the investigation suggest he should. As Wilie led him through a series of routine questions about Mickey, their marriage and the days leading up to the murder, Joe explained that nothing seemed out of the ordinary the last time he spoke with his wife.
He told Wilie that he called her from his hotel room around 9 p. He had been watching the Country Music Awards, and she had been averaging grades. She was in good spirits, he added, and they talked about the rain. But there was no money in it, and the box was covered in dust, suggesting that no one had recently disturbed it. Wilie advised him to look around the house to see if he might have placed the money elsewhere. Joe had no theories to offer about the crime, and the interview did not produce any new leads.
Wilie and the other investigators working on the case needed more, and fast. This was the second unsolved murder that year in a town where people routinely left their doors unlocked and no one could easily recall the last homicide. Just four months earlier, on June 19, Wilie was called to Clifton to investigate the killing of a year-old named Judy Whitley.
Her nude body was discovered in a dense cedar thicket on the western side of town. The medical examiner would later determine that she was sexually assaulted and died of suffocation. Wilie assisted with the Whitley case, which was still no closer to being solved.
When Mickey was killed, less than a mile away, it sent another jolt of panic through the community. Though Wilie and the other investigators working on the Bryan case were under enormous pressure to make an arrest, they struggled to develop any new information. In the days after Mickey was killed, the Texas Department of Public Safety flew a helicopter over a pasture near the Bryan home, looking for clothing that might have been discarded by a transient who was reported to have been in the area.
Rangers questioned members of a concrete crew who were working on a house on Avenue O and examined the shoes and pants of a yard man who was believed to have been in the vicinity of the Bryan home on the morning Mickey was found. They interviewed the family of a teenage girl who saw a peeping Tom at her bedroom window a few nights earlier. Then, on Saturday, Oct. Blue, who lived in Plant City, Fla. The siblings were not especially close. Joe was not particularly close with his brother-in-law either, but the two men had a cordial relationship; Joe had helped out from time to time around the farm in Clifton that Blue owned, and together they built fences, vaccinated cattle and mended water lines.
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