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September 18, 2011 – Day 48 of Morgan’s Stalking – A Brand New Set of Video Cameras
Morgan on the back deck
Morgan is up early and happy, she’s babysitting for a family in Aspen for the entire day until 11 pm. I see her off in the driveway, and soon after Steve and I take a road trip to pick up our new camera set, which has come in.
We are home a couple of hours later and quickly have our main hall filled with cardboard packing and foam inserts. A six camera DVR setup that promises to capture whatever is going on outside the house 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. Steve is joking that he hasn’t been up in an attic in more years than he can remember, but can’t wait to get started. Barring unforeseen problems it should all be hooked up and working by the time Morgan gets home. It means a lot to me, to give Morgan some new hope that we can gain the upper hand. Nobody likes to admit it, but we have pretty much been at the stalker’s mercy so far. Even the super high tech thermal imaging scope, that accurately shows a human body far off in the distance in pitch darkness, has not yielded any new clues. Steve has resigned to the fact that it is best used in a group, closing in on the prey. So we have moved on to video cameras, color during the day, and black and white at night.
There is a sizable spool of wire for each camera, and my job is to keep it untangled and feeding it up into the attic, as Steve takes the ends to where the cameras will go. We weren’t completely in agreement as to where they should go, and while at first six sounded like so many, I was wishing we had gotten at least a dozen so we could have had really good coverage. It takes hours just to feed all of the wire, and when Steve finally comes back out after the last one he is quite a sight, and he has managed to completely tear one pant leg off his jeans on some sharp thing up there, and I burst out in laughter, he is laughing too, and I sadly realized it had been far too long since we had laughed like this.
Around 1 pm, part one of the installation is complete, and we head to Glenwood Springs to pick up a list of supplies to hopefully make it all work. Morgan has a sixth sense about where Steve and I are, and sure enough she sends a text to her father just as we get to Glenwood. “Are you guys going by Walmart at all?” He hands me his phone and I answer, “We could. Whatcha need?” She answers “Size 2 double pointed needles. Will you call me too when you’re on your way home?” I tell her. “Will do.” And she ends with “Thanks!”
If I had been a knitter when I was young it would be easier, but this is something Morgan has taught herself, and is completely engrossed in and I know nothing about knitting. She had plans to make a complete bedspread out of panels and is working up to it with smaller projects. Steve and I stand at the art section and look at a mass of needles, and while the request sounded simple at first, we find out right away there are no size 2 needles. Steve is trying to find a set that includes them, and I send a text to Morgan that we are at Walmart. My phone corrects it to ESP art and Morgan wonders where ESP art is, she has never been there. I tell her Auto correct and she understands. “They have size three.” I tell her and send a picture of them. “Perfect :)” she answers and then adds, “HaHa That’s exactly it Thank you!” I sent her a text back that said, “Great, since that’s all they had we bought it.”
We head home and I do some work while Steve pours through manuals with the magic codes, and the programming that has to take place and of course the inevitable glitches, but 2 hours before we expect Morgan back home we have it on. And far better than I could have imagined we are looking at a screen of six different views around the house. It is just getting dark, and the last tune-in is me watching the screen and directing Steve as he goes around and aims each camera. We will move and re-point them many times over the next few months, but we have pretty much the entire perimeter of our house in view at the same time. I’m both thrilled, and sad for the obvious reasons. Thrilled that we have this new protection, and so sad we needed something like this, I would never have imagined.
I can’t wait, and called Morgan to share the good news with her including the part about her father ripping the leg off his pants. She laughs too, as I hoped she would. I really want her stress to be less. I also want it to be over. And I don’t want her to let her guard down. It’s a lot to want all at once.
Morgan is home shortly before midnight and we show her the latest greatest in our arsenal to catch the stalker. She is visibly excited about the cameras, and I am so happy for that. We are all tired and go to bed. I’m almost waiting now for that bang on the window, so I can play back the video, and watch him, then call the sheriffs, and show them, won’t that be nice.
(Police reports later show the “suspect” was not working this evening. On 9.18.2011 he worked from 1:00 am – 6:02 am & then from 6:28 am – 9:31 am)
Click here to read about the 49th day of Morgan’s stalking https://morgansstalking.com/?p=1230
Penguins painted on rocks by Morgan a couple of years before her murder and stalking
Penguin Rocks
I know it might seem silly to others reading this blog but these little painted rocks fill my heart up with love every time I look at them on our bathtub surround. Morgan painted them for her dad a couple of years ago as a Father’s Day present. They are a depiction of our family, Steve, me, Morgan’s older sister and brother and Morgan (the smallest rock). Morgan loved doing all kinds of “art projects” and most of the presents she gave us were things she made. Anyway, just wanted to share our “penguin rocks” with everyone…not sure why I felt like I should share but my heart told me to…that’s why.
A Question About Morgan’s Stalking and Murder – what about the Amitriptyline?
Morgan captures the sun getting ready to dry up all the rain
There is question that I answer in just a few words quite often on private submissions. Today it was a comment to a post, and it went like this:
I just have a question about the elavil Morgan was taking two years ago… what was she taking it for? (Re: what medical condition)
Was it for depression or something else?
Well, like a lot of things in this blog I had few minutes left before I had to move onto something else, and I took that time to answer a few comments. This was one of them, and for some reason, I went into far more detail than I usually do, and this is what I wrote:
Morgan NEVER took elavil for depression, as has been reported. She took it specifically as a prophylaxis (preventative measure) for migraine headaches, and a sharp stomach pain. No anatomical reasons were ever found for these symptoms so she was prescribed a low dose of elavil (10mg), which helped. It was later increased to 25mg at the same time another medication was being discontinued. Morgan never liked the fact that she was taking prescription medications continually with no end in sight, and about two years before her murder she stopped taking elavil completely, and never took it again. Morgan had NOT had a prescription for years, and had not had a prescription filled by our pharmacy since the time she stopped taking it. The first Forensic Pathologist honestly was on a phone call discussing how he could not change her manner of death from natural causes, and calmly said Morgan was taking Amitriptyline (elavil, WHICH SHE WAS NOT), for her porphyria (WHICH SHE DID NOT HAVE). So how can a person so uninformed about Morgan Ingram be in any position to render an opinion about Morgan Ingram? It was on this phone call that I was threatened by this Pathologist that if I continued fighting the natural causes he would have to look into suicide or accidental overdose, but he couldn’t because he did not find any pills or remnants in her stomach at the time of autopsy. Now to BE ABSOLUTELY CLEAR, I have advised everyone involved that she did not take Amitriptyline, and I advised the Sheriffs Detectives in person that I was threatened by the doctor long before he actually carried through on his threat. But have no fear, I’ve been assured by experts I have great trust in, that tests exist, which can correct all of these errors for Morgan, but it will take time, and as everyone knows, time works against Morgan in the pursuit of justice.
Then I smiled to myself, and said – I’ve just realized I got a little carried away with this, sorry, but I wonder, would you mind if your question and my answer were to become a Blog Post? – And she graciously responded:
I would love for you to do an entire blog post on this!
And she added:
And thank you for your answer. This is what I figured as well. Do you think the stalker was able to snoop in your medicine cabinets when he or she broke into your house? Also, do you have any ideas on why, if the stalker wanted to kill Morgan, why he would do so with these medications? Something seems to be niggling at me… like he wanted to make her think she was going crazy and then killed her in the same sort of manner (to make it look like it was in her mind vs the stalker…his mistake was the flexril (Cyclobenzaprine). The MO is the same in her death as the stalking itself… That no one believes her… that it is “her” if you will… Sorry if that did not come out the way I intended it to.
ps, have you looked at the half lives of flexural and elavil? She would have to have been given this stuff between noon and nine pm-ish for that high of a level in my opinion.
And to answer the part two let me borrow another answer from the Blog, and expand on it a little:
We did look into the half lives and here is the thing, when she drove home around 9:00 pm that night and I saw her and then her dad had a long really nice talk with her she was her normal self – very articulate, happy, nothing weird, and if she had that level of those drugs in her body there would have been signs. I’ve been told and have read that within a half hour of a dose this great being administered there would be visible effects – Steve observed none. He described Morgan to the Sheriff’s Detective as being “very Morgan” More specifically, her normal self, they talked about plans, such as when they would take another art class together, how she was worried about the children she would be babysitting the next day, as she thought she was coming down with a cold or something. How excited she was about things that were happening in her life. As for someone in her room that night, it took us a long time for our hearts and minds to believe someone was in her room, especially for Steve, he just could not believe that fact, for one thing …it hurt too much. But as evidence and expert opinions mounted there were no other options. Morgan’s second Forensic Pathologist believes the Amitriptyline (elavil) was in liquid form and either injected or poured down her throat. No containers or syringes were recovered from the scene. I requested of the Sheriff’s Detective that she be checked for possible injections and he assured me that this is always done. I have since learned that hiding an injection point is a simple matter, an innocent observation of Morgan at her viewing revealed that if an inspection for injections points was even undertaken at all, it was very cursory at best. So coupled with the fact the stalkers, by nature, invade you life, it is ridiculous for Steve and I to think that Morgan’s stalker was not in our house that night – or that he was in our house many times.