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What’s New in the Haleigh Case?

Author: Steven Kerry Brown
30.04.2012

I know that many of you have been waiting patiently for this blog. Well, some not so patiently. Health issues have seemed to interfere with my life lately. Because of these health issues I went to the PCSO two weeks ago and gave them some lead material that I won’t have a chance to follow-up on myself. What did I give them and who did I see?

I met with Captain Dominick Piscitello, who I’ve met with on a number of occasions in the past. I also was introduced to Lieutenant Ricky Lyle, Major Crimes Supervisor. I am convinced that the PCSO has done what they could to bring Haleigh home. She has not been forgotten by them. When you walk into the front office her photo is on the table in the corner. Her poster is the first thing you see if you walk into the Investigative Divsion.

PCSO Front Office

Remember, when I meet with the PCSO it’s like walking down a one way street. I give them information, but receive nothing in return. And that’s okay. This time when I met with Captain Piscitello and Lieutenant Lyle I suggested an area that I thought should be searched with cadaver dogs. Did Haleigh go into the river? I’m not as firmly convinced now of that as I was before. There is a small localized specific area that should be searched. I’ve come to that conclusion after my many visits with Tommy Croslin and specifically after my last visit with him in prison last month. I don’t know if the PCSO has followed up on that suggestion or not. If they have, then I guess it was not productive but I’m surprised that news of the search itself was not reported. If it hasn’t been done, it should be as that is a pretty inexpensive “wild goose chase.” A lot less expensive than searching Shell Harbor or draining the Mondex.

I also gave Captain Piscitello some additional information which will not “solve the case” but might help in better establishing who visited the mobile home on Green lane that night. Below is some of what I provided to them. As far as I could tell, this was new information to them.

Some months ago I was telephonically  called by a then female inmate at the PCSO jail. She had seen me talking to Kristina Prevatte, aka Nay Nay and asked Nay Nay what we were discussing. She then began to tell Nay Nay about her experience the night that Haleigh disappeared and Nay Nay told her to call me. I will not name this female, as she is not a public figure. I did, of course, give all of her identifying information to Captain Piscitello. For purposes of this blog, let’s call her Jane. I could not interview her over the phone as she would not talk. She insisted on a face to face. I tried several times to track her down in Putnam County but could not locate her. Finally I started checking the jail logs every day and sure enough, in a while she was back in jail. So I interviewed her there. Recorded our interview and also took a signed statement from her.

Among other things, Jane told me that in the early evening hours of February 9, 2009 she was riding in a car with Greg Page. Greg received several phone calls from Misty Croslin asking Greg to come over to the mobile home on Green Lane bring her some drugs. Here is a partial transcript of my interview with her which will raise more questions than answers.

 

Greg Page, aka White Boy Greg

 

There are several things to remember here. 1st, You have to ask if she is sure this occurred on February 9, 2009 and not some other night? 2nd. Did she see Timmy Croslin and not Tommy Croslin. Timmy and Joe were together at that time. She did not know the Croslins prior to this encounter and only identified them later because Tommy’s photo was in the news. I talked to Tommy about this last month when I visited him in prison and he did not recognize the photo of Jane that I showed to him. He denied that this happened and in this case I believe him. Which makes me wonder if it was Timmy and not Tommy. Several months after Misty was arrested  Jane had occasion to spend some time with Misty in the St. Johns County jail and we will get to that in the next blog post.

Steve:            So we will start from the beginning.  I don’t need to know about the weekend before OK, um, but that, that night that she disappeared.

Jane:            That specific night.  OK

Steve:            So as I understand it, you were over at the trailer on Green Lane, what, three times that night?

Jane:            Yeah, like about two or three times with Gregory Page serving her.

Steve:            By serving her you mean?

Jane:            He was selling her like, um, pills and cocaine.

Steve:            Do you know specifically what he was selling to Misty.

Jane:            Cocaine and ecstasy pills.

Steve:            Cocaine and ecstasy?  OK

Jane:            Yes.  So I was riding with him over there…

Steve:            Uh hum, what was he driving, do you remember?

Jane:            We was in a little green car.

Steve:            Little green car?

Jane:            A Ford Taurus, I think it was.

Steve:            OK

Jane:            OK, so we went over there.  We served them about two or three times.

Steve:            Wait, wait, slow down you did what now?

Jane:            We served her the ecstasy and the cocaine.

Steve:            But, three times?  Why three times?

Jane:            Because she kept calling back and I guess every time they ran out of cocaine they were jonesings for more.

Steve:            OK and you say, “they were jonesing”, who are we talking about, they?

Jane:            Um, Misty, her cousin, and her brother.

Steve:            Her cousin, Joe Overstreet?

Jane:            Yeah, he was outside on the cell phone also when I pulled up.

Steve:            OK.  And which brother are we talking about?

Jane:            This is the one that was in the news.

Steve:            Tommy, then.

Jane:            Yes.

Steve:            OK, the other brother wasn’t there, Timmy?

Jane:            No, I just know it was the cousin, um, what’s his name?

Steve:            Joe Overstreet

Jane:            Joe, it’s just Joe.  Yeah, Joe.  OK

Steve:            And Tommy Croslin and Misty were there.

Jane:            Tommy was the one that was outside on the phone saying man this needs to come on quicker and then Misty said what are you talking about the drugs are here and then…

Steve:            Misty said that?

Jane:            Yeah, Misty said that.  So they are all there.  They are all getting messed up on cocaine, ecstasy pills.  She kept asking the guy that was with me, which was Gregory Page, if he wanted to come stay with her for a little while, while Ronald was at work or whatever.

Steve:            Wait, wait, slow down.  Who asked Greg?

Jane:            Misty.

Steve:            Misty asked Gregory if he wanted to stay with her for awhile while Ronald was at work?

Jane:            Yes and he told her he’ll come back, he’d come back and I don’t know if he ever came back that night.

Steve:            Gregory said he would come back?  Gregory Page?

Jane:            He said he would.  He said I’ll hit you up, I’ll come back, I’ll come back I promise.  And then like I said, they I was just went over there another time and served them again. 

 

Pond Cypress – Natural Area

Author: Jeffrey "Hammerhead" Philips
10.04.2012

Pond Cypress - wetland

 
     The county of Palm Beach does a great job of preserving natural areas. Most of them are open to the public, however this one isn’t, unless you get permission from the county and have one of their guides with you. I was fortunate, I tagged along with Steve Bass and Kitty Philips and their Florida Master Naturalist Program class.
 
     Cypress Pond Natural Area is located smack dab in the middle of a residential area, just north of Okeechobee Boulevard. This 1,737 acres is a remnant of the pine Flatwoods-wet prairie mosaic that formerly bordered the Loxahatchee Slough. What is amazing about this site is that you can see how just a few inches of elevation in southern Florida can change the plant life. We sloshed through the grasses in ankle deep water. For the unsuspecting, they found the waist deep depression. Sometimes it’s best to have a walking stick to probe the area in front.
 
 
 
 
 

Pine ridge

 

     The land rose in elevation of about a foot. Just enough for the pine and coco-plum trees to get a foothold and keep their feet dry.
 
     This area is a little harder to hike through. Lots of vines set up trip wires across the ground and the foliage is dense. Cabbage palms also like this drier area and as you pass one, their teeth-like fronds love to cut across your thighs giving bloody souvenirs of the hike.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

muck flowers

 
     In some places between the shallow water and the ridge, there are areas of soft sand and muck. Here the wild flowers grow. Red, yellow, and blue blooms can be found this strip of shoe sucking area. Make sure your laces are tight. The flowers are sometimes solitary and in other places stretch for several yards giving splashes of color to the brown and green grasses.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Tillandsia paucifolia

 

    As expected, several varieties of bromeliads can be found. I looked for orchids, but found none. Most likely they are deeper into the wetland.
 
    The hike was informative and once you get away from the noise of the traffic the cypress pond comes alive with sounds. A red shouldered hawk  glided above us, warning us away. Tree frogs with their descriptive sounds, (steel balls clacking, a wet comb being thumbed, baying like sheep) and a splash of the water from time to time. What a great way to spend the afternoon.