Steve was already up and in the kitchen, I heard a noise outside my window in the room. A loud thud, like a sack of horse grain being thrown from the back of a truck onto the ground, I lie still for a second listening, then asked Steve if coffee was ready. I was working toward fear until he walked in holding two cups, and said this was unusual sound – what was it? He raised his eyebrows and raised his shoulders as if to say, “I don’t know”. I shook my head no, and pointed to the back yard. He instantly knew something was up, was already dressed and was out our back door in a fraction of a second.
I sat up and listened as motion detectors around the house went off in sequence. I could almost hear the grass crunching under Steve’s feet as he ran around the house. Then he was back at the door, and standing in the room huffing and puffing.
Nothing, he told me and then wondered what had happened. I told him about the thud – and he walked outside, and again alarms went off for the back yard, and then he was back inside again. Still nothing. A thud, he wondered as he handed me my coffee. He fixated on the noise asking me all about it. He was thinking someone tripped out back. We heard them thud the ground, and then he handed me my phone. Mr. E needs a text right now, the stalker could be outside and perhaps he can check and tell us what he sees from his upstairs window. He’s offered enough times Steve reminds me. While I am texting Steve calls dispatch.
At 6:22 am I sent the text to Elliott, I ask him, “Elliott the stalker might still be outside could you look towards our house from your 2nd story window? Sheriff’s are on their way.” Elliott writes back a little while later, “Took me a sec to wake. I don’t see anyone.” I wrote back, “Thanks so much, just thought it was worth a try.” Elliott writes back, I just heard that Keenan was on a hunting trip Tuesday. I wrote back, “Do you think that’s true? What exactly was he told and who told him? Could he be back?” Elliott said, “Can’t confirm, and I thought the same.” How reliable is this info from Christina, Brooke’s mom to Elliott? Supposidly he’s hunting with grandpa.” I said, “Good to know, we must be getting close to home for him now.”
The sheriff’s were at the house a little later and Steve walked them out back to explain what had happened and how perplexed he was, unless it was just someone who tripped and hit the dirt. He brought the officers in the house and showed them the one video we had ready to play from the walkabout. This deputy was different. I heard him telling Steve he had a daughter and was very upset with what was going on here.
As they watched the video I walked in and said hi. They both immediately came to the same conclusion. “That is a girl! Not even a guy! No way!” I told them we had pretty much decided the same thing and pointed out the pom pom. They both shook their heads, this was unbelievable to them. The deputy wondered if we can up the intensity of the lights in the front yard. He had seen some of our videos and he thought if it was brighter that might help with the identification of the stalker.
Steve thanked him for the idea and told him to consider it done. We would have another set of lights installed by Monday. They assured us we would get this guy and they left. I wished all the officers were all like those two, I knew it was too much to ask, that there is always the good, and the bad in anything. But those two were the good and I truly appreciated them.
At 10:30 am I sent Elliott (our neighbor across the street) another text, “So sorry that I woke you both up so early. I sure hope this is over soon. At 11:34 am Elliott texted back, “No prob. I think it’s time you hired surveillance.” I write back, “Good idea, I have a similar plan.”
Steve goes to the hardware store and upgrades our front yard lighting. During the day it is hard to tell the difference, but Steve assures me that at night it will be quite a difference, he also thinks it can cut both ways, we’ll just have to see how the cameras react to this tonight.
Today Keenan sends another message back to Morgan’s friend on FB and says “I’m just gonna cal the cops when I get back and show em these messages and sue u for harassment. U will hear from the cops in a few days.”
Morgan’s friend writes back that he isn’t worried and the cops know just who Keenan is…don’t worry. Keenan now tells him, “I haven’t been in that neighborhood at all in 3 weeks or so. I’ll call the cops when I get back and I want to see those bullshit tapes ur making up. I’m done talkin to u.” Morgan has taken to knitting Christmas presents like crazy – knitting keeps her calm – she doesn’t like all this drama, and when I look at her she reminds me of someone from a distant era.
Fact Check – The Deputies that Steve showed the video to, from only one camera, were the first to see it, and once again someone – Keenan, who shouldn’t have knowledge of the video – is talking about it – was this because he orchestrated the “alibi walk around” of Brooke? And as for the three weeks comment he made – Keenan had followed Morgan to the corner on October 27th – many have wondered if he was questioned about this, and as far as I know he was not, but it was certainly less than three weeks ago! And Morgan positively ID’d him as the driver.
N sends Morgan a text message, “Hey, just found the most amazing dragonfly ever, aquamarine and bright red. Made me think of you. Hope you’re having a good week.” Morgan sends a message to N in Australia, “Ah! That sounds so beautiful. I’m jealous. 🙁 We should skype before you come home because that’s a long time to wait to see your face. Haha.”
Nothing happens tonight, it’s quiet. Steve and I just look at how bright the driveway is at night now, and we wait to see the detectives tomorrow. We want to make this all end for Morgan, it hurts too much to see our sweet daughter the “target” of a stalker, under attack.
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