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October 19, 2011 – Day 79 of Morgan’s Stalking – Chocolate Pretzels, and Midnight Marauders

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In the early afternoon I leave a message for Detective Glassmire that I would like him to see the videos.  Morgan is so very upset.  It’s worse now because she had just enough time to feel like her life was going back to “normal” and just as soon as she was feeling pretty good about it the stalker managed to rip it out from under her.  She is more shaken up today then she was last night.

I am confident she will recover, that she was just caught off guard last night, and now will not make that mistake again.

Elliott calls to see what has happened about the car, and who the detectives think it could be.  I tell him instead of waiting for the detective I have called every possible delivery place and none of them had a delivery anywhere in the neighborhood last night.  I tell him I am going to ask the detective to canvass the street, because that should really be his job.  It’s just not the same if I do it.  Elliott tells me not to worry, there are only seven people on the street and he has already asked them all.  Not only no deliveries, no one was even expecting someone for anything last night.  I tell Elliott we should have waited for the detective, he might have wanted to ask something else, even though I am happy that he has done this.  Steve would have probably done it when he got home anyway.

Detective Glassmire calls back and tells me he won’t have time to follow up on the car in the driveway until one of his shifts next week.  I am upset, and remind him it was not just a car, which was in the driveway twice, up and down the street, and in our neighbor’s driveway at least once.  It was really the person that I wanted him to follow up on right away.

Detective Glassmire explains that there isn’t much he can do right away, and as long as we have it all on video we should not worry.  Then I told him that Elliott had asked every person on the street about a delivery person, and there was none, and I have called every delivery place myself, and there were none last night.  Detective Glassmire is happy we have followed up on everything for him.  I ask him if I should email him the information, and he says no that he will just pick it up from me next time he is down.

At 6:34 pm I forwarded a text to Morgan that I just received from Leesa of Odin eating a chocolate pretzel, “Odin likes chocolate,” I tell her.

Eating chocolate

Morgan’s little nephew eating chocolate

Morgan answers, “I just screeched like a small child!!” So Cute”. She answers. “That’s what I thought.” I tell her.  Morgan wants me to get out the guest bedding for her, which means she thinks Wylah may have had a little accident on her blanket.  I already smelled it and washed everything.  I tell her that, and that I will get out some guest bedding for her anyway. “You Rock.” Morgan tells me.

She comes home at around 9:30 pm and we all go to sleep early.  Last night Steve and I were up very late going over the video, and I’m sure Morgan did not sleep too well either.  At least I don’t see how she could have.

During the night Steve work up, and could not go back to sleep, so he reviewed video and now saw this person at 11:19 pm out in the street. This is the camera that catches Morgan’s bathroom windows on down to the corner of the house.  This male walks by our house and then can be seen running back by a few minutes later.  He could easily be the stalker.  Steve goes out and walks the neighborhood after seeing this to check about a half hour after it happened, and reports that the front window light in Brooke’s dad’s house is on.  He is pretty certain that is Brooke’s bedroom because he has been in a similar house in the neighborhood.

Here is the person – tell us what you think…https://vimeo.com/51308867

Male walking by house then running back at 11:30 pm from Morgan’s Stalking on Vimeo.

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October 14, 2011 – Day 74 of Morgan’s Stalking – Crank up the Coconut Telegraph Line…

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Wylah looking up to mom

At 9:30 in the morning Morgan texts with a friend who was heading into Aspen, and wanted company, but Morgan had a jazz class and couldn’t go with her so they made plans to meet later that afternoon at a coffee shop.

Our neighbor Elliott suddenly wants to talk with me, he has news.  We had not talked about the stalking in quite a while. It had reached a point where Steve said from what I was telling him, that it was a one way flow of information, Elliott was always wanting to know how the stalking investigation was going, which I would bring him up to date on, and then Elliott never really had any new information except another rumor that always came via Brooke Harris’ mother, Christina Harris.  Steve had reached a point that unless someone had real intel we should not be sharing what we know any longer. I had agreed, so with Elliott I had just avoided him. But this seemed too promising.

We meet out front, as he was walking his dogs. The first news was that Elliott heard from Brooke’s mom that Brooke and Keenan had broken up and Keenan moved out of Brooke’s dad’s house. He wondered if it had been quieter lately. I tell him that, yes as a matter of fact, it has been quiet, silent even, Morgan seems to have this feeling lately that somehow it was over. I didn’t know what to make of it, but now it made sense.

Elliott says this is great, and then he said something that was out of place enough to become locked in my memory. “Yeah, ever since the detectives have been coming around more often they freaked out.”

I immediately ask him who he means by, “they.”  Elliot changed the subject. Telling me how glad he was that Keenan was gone, and now everything could get back to normal. Which only added to my need to know and my attention was piqued, so I again asked him, “Elliott, what did you mean by they?”

He again tried to change the subject by asking what we had caught on the video cameras, and launched into an explanation about how he’s been extra careful lately because he walks his dogs at night sometimes, and he doesn’t want to get caught on camera, and have us think he is the stalker. His nervous laugh sent shivers up my spine, and I will never forget it.

I thought for a moment, not concerned at all about the awkward silence. We had not talked to anyone about the detectives. Only to ask permission from Rhonda to use one of her trees in case they wanted to mount one of their cameras in it. They used bolts to put them up for extra security, and Rhonda was absolutely fine with it. Anything that will catch the stalker, she had said and was still looking to talking to them about things she had noticed anyway.

I told Ellliott we hadn’t really had a chance to talk to anyone about the detectives yet, we were all so busy and they were sort of putting together a game plan. But as soon as we had one I assured E we would talk about it, that we would probably want him to be a part of it. I told him I guessed it was up to the detectives from here, how they wanted to proceed and all.

Elliott did not stop surprising me. He then told me, “Toni, its kind of obvious, first it was deputy trucks at all hours of the night, two and three at a time, and now all of a sudden it’s detectives, everyone is talking about it.”

I wanted to ask him who “everyone” was, but I still had not gotten answer to who they were, so I paused again. The detective’s truck was nondescript.  It said nothing on it, I thought about it, and to me I would not even know it was a Garfield Sheriff’s vehicle.

Elliott suddenly remembered a phone call he had to make, and our little conversation was over.

I called Steve as soon as I was in the house and he was amazed, he also had his hands full and said as soon as he could he would break free so we could talk about it. He also cautioned me to make sure the windows were closed if I talked about this with anyone on the phone today.  He knew me so well – my voice carries.

As soon as Steve came home it was obvious this had been on his mind since I talked to him.  Before we even said anything he was telling me about Detective Glassmire’s truck.  It might have county plates on it?  I’m not sure.  And he said maybe there were the pull you over lights, but they are behind the grill. If that truck passes you on the highway, you might think, oh yeah sheriff, but you would not be sure.  He wondered how it was common knowledge around the neighborhood.  He wondered if they had canvassed, gone door to door asking a few questions, and not told us about it.  He surmised that would put the buzz into high gear.

Then he was talking about the other detective’s car.  He was pretty sure it was a silver SUV, small, an Explorer, once again not certain of the plates. He compared it to one of my friend’s car (a friend of mine that stops by, while on errands, from time to time). Steve said they park in the same place, in fact right behind the same tree, slightly pulled off the street. He thought you would have to be very observant to detect the difference.

Steve had a conclusion, he was now certain and it would seem that it has to be someone who lived in the neighborhood – at least one of them. I told him I thought we were already sure of that. He had a more global outlook.  Until we are 100% certain then we are not really certain of anything.  We have to avoid the trap of becoming locked in on one person and miss another.  Many times Steve had said he not only wants it over, but he wants to know that when it is over it is really over.

Together we arrived at one thing, obviously Elliott knows more than he is telling. After that it was all guesswork – all good stuff for the detectives.

This said something to Morgan

At 8:09 pm I text Morgan and ask, “Are you in Aspen? Everything OK? Tell Paul I said hi. ”I want so badly to tell her that Keenan has moved out, but we have already decided to tell her in person, we are trusting everything less these days and are concerned about our phones, Steve has checked Morgan’s out and looked for some spike you can see in the data usage. So far it looks normal, but he still wanted me to be more vague when I sent a text message.

Morgan answered, “Yes. Yes. Ok.” With a smiley face icon. I sent her, “Short and Sweet.” With another smiley face icon. And Morgan answered, “Coming home soon with Danny, won’t be long.” I thought oopsie, so much for vague, and I ended with “Great.”

About 10:00 pm a man showed up at the front door with a very pregnant woman at his side.  Steve walked out and talked with them. When he came back in I asked him what that was about.  He said right street, just wrong house, and winked at me.  I knew what he meant and just shook my head.

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October 6, 2011 – Day 66 of Morgan’s Stalking – Dancing Through the Storm

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icy leaves

At 9:00 am Morgan was home and received a text from her dance partner, “China said she can’t come on Saturday.”  Morgan answered, “I think we should reschedule. There’s a huge storm warning all weekend. 🙁 .”  Her friend answered, “Okay. I might not be able to go any other time.  I have to go pick up Ian, regardless, so that kinda drains my money for pointe shoes.”  Morgan felt bad, “Shit. 🙁 .”  And her friend told her, “Yeah. I mean, if you don’t feel comfortable with driving, I totally understand. This is not an attempted guilt trip, pinky promise.”

The weather is bad, a storm arriving as scheduled.  Morgan leaves for her classes, and gets a text message from her dance teacher, “I am running late from Aspen.  Weather, and roads.  Can u plz let everyone know!  Thank u!  XoXo  can you have everyone start warming up…ask Emily Bennet to see if Abbie will let you in the room.”

I see my therapist for the first time today, and she is great.  We talk and work on a plan to de-stress.  I explain about the stalker, tell her that I feel he is hiding in the bushes in front of the house by the garage, under the window (I had seen shoe prints behind the bush under the window), hiding in the shadows where the cameras can’t see him.  I explain how after all the cameras went in we sat back and looked at the front of the garage, which has no coverage, and the rear yard, which has a few blind spots.  We had put the wildlife camera out front, but it stopped working completely and was now retired.

Together we work on a plan to take away the front of the garage as a possible hiding spot.  It was a simple plan that only required moving half of the stuff in the garage so I could look out the garage window to observe, and although I thought he would be really grumpy at best Steve did not complain at all and after a major reshuffle of the contents the garage was ready for plan “B”.  I was excited. I would wear dark clothes, turn off all of the lights and stand near the back window.  From there I could see most of the front yard, and all along the front side yard to Rhonda’s house.  Camera’s had the side yard covered, and I had a big mag light to shine out the window in case I saw anything.  It was kind of warm, and safe and I could come and go as I pleased, undetected from outside.

I spent two long stints in the garage patiently watching the yard, scanning from side to side.  I thought about the sheriffs and their stakeouts here.  It was not so bad at first, but it would get cold, and boring out there in the elements.  The wind was bursting outside and snow started and stopped, enough to keep a good cover on the ground.  The stalker would certainly avoid conditions like this, he would leave tracks, and be easy to follow.

The snow became heavier and I decided to stop for tonight.  The set up was a good idea and was working well, I did not expect to catch him the first time.  In fact I had to coordinate a plan with Steve for how I should alert him when I did see something on a future stakeout, and how he should react.  Based on our stalker so far we should not expect more than one chance, so we had to make it a good one.  I thought about the detectives too, they hadn’t had a chance to do one of their stake outs yet, things kept coming up.  I feared they had better hurry because winter was coming, and before long it would be very unpleasant out there.  But then that might mean the stalker would be closing up for the winter, wouldn’t that be nice!!!

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October 4, 2011 – Day 64 of Morgan’s Stalking

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Morgan's favorite little things

Morgan’s shelves by her bed with some of her favorite things

Morgan texts Steve and I in the morning from school, “Don’t forget to track your calories!!!”  She has instituted serious food changes in the house and in what amounts to Morgan’s ‘boot camp’ she has installed calorie counters on both our phones and is going to slowly bring us around to a much better diet.  We welcome the help because with all of the distractions and stress we are certainly not in the best shape of our lives.

I answered her at 4 pm, “Did it.”  I also said there is a big storm forecast to blow in so I wanted her to reschedule a trip to Denver with two dance partners for new toe shoes.  I also asked her if it was raining where she was and Morgan answered, “Oh yeah.”  I told her “Here too – not fit for man nor beast out there.”  Morgan sent me back the image of a heart.  I sent her back six horses running and she said “Haha horses?”  I told her “You got – horses running from the storm.”  Morgan finished “Hahahahaha I didn’t get that.”

She was out for a while still, so Steve and I went shopping.  I texted Morgan at 7:30 pm as we were getting in the car,  “Got you beautiful Adidas yoga pants xs and warm blue sweat pants xs” Morgan of course said, “You’re the best.” I told her no doubt, and that we would let her know when we got home.  Morgan wanted to spend the night at a friend’s house. I told her it was fine and wondered what time she would be home in the morning.  She was thinking early, so now we could hope for a quiet evening.  Steve was wishing there was some way we could fool him into thinking Morgan had come home, we had tried having our daughter-in-law try to wear Morgan’s coat and drive out, come back and see what happened.  Just the thought of it was too much for her, she was too frightened, and that plan was dead.

The night was quiet without Morgan coming home.  No Morgan, no stalker this time.

Today it is October 2, 2012 – And it is the same – no Morgan no stalker – or is that really true?  It is not true – the stalker(s) focused on us after we moved – the sheriffs knew where our new house was located and not long after so did the stalker(s).  But that still won’t stop us.

We work on Morgan’s case and try to make plans that mean something to us.  We have plans to take a trip to see our children and grandchildren soon.  That will be very nice – can’t wait for all those cuddles!  Through our daily pain we really try to think positive and loving thoughts…it’s not easy, but we put on a smile for everyone around us.

Click here to read about the 65th day of Morgan’s stalking https://morgansstalking.com/?p=1561

October 1, 2011 – Day 61 of Morgan’s stalking

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In the morning we try to sleep in, but Morgan’s motion alarm goes off at 7:18 am. It is still dark out, and I get out of bed to give Steve a break. I go out and drive the neighborhood. At about 7:30 am I drive by Keenan’s house, and his car is there. The light in the front room is out. I circle the rest of the block, Steve had a list of the “normal” state of houses, cars, porch lights, and everything is as his list says to expect it.

Morgan was going to leave at 3:00 pm for her babysitting job in Aspen. She is picking up a coworker on the way, and they will go in together. Before she leaves she tells me about an incident the day before. It was around 7:30 and she was on the back deck watching her puppy play in the grass. Then she heard a noise around the side yard, like a rustling noise, on Ken’s side of the house (this is also right where the Aspen tree is located that we find out that the stalker has been climbing – but we didn’t find that out until after Morgan was already dead.) She said she stepped over the fence and went to see what it was. She stood, and waited and watched and never saw anything.  It was daylight out and she felt she was safe to be there.

First I told her to never do that again. Just to go in the house and let us know. Then I went to tell Steve to tell her the same thing, he had this way of communicating with Morgan when I couldn’t. And then I reviewed the video cameras. There was nothing, and she left to go to work. This was making me so nervous – all it would take is just a few minutes and someone could grab her…

Morgan came home at about 11 pm and I met her in the drive as usual. She came in and went straight to her room. Rhonda’s dog started barking at 11:05 and she called to tell us about the barking, and the motion lights above Morgan’s windows being on. She was such a great neighbor, always on the look out, and always calling when she saw something out of the ordinary.

We were pretty much again getting to the point where part of us wanted to ignore everything, and part of us wanted to never stop with the hot pursuit. This time we were all so tired and worn out and we tried ignore and went to sleep.

(Police reports later show the “suspect” was not working this evening.  On 10.1.2011 he worked from 1:00 am – 6:00 am & then from 6:32 am – 9:34 am… so he was free this evening to continue his torment)

Today it is September 29, 2012 – And there is a lesson we learned but did not know back then. When Rhonda’s dog would bark I believe now it was for the absolute best reason. He was small and short , and if we had bothered to get down to his perspective we would have seen he was looking across at our house, and seeing up on the roof. But we did not. And Rhonda somehow knew when his barking was different, and more meaningful – which we also did not fully appreciate at the time.

It is not uncommon for stalking cases to go on for months and even years. Have “quiet times” and “active times”. We were told to document everything as best we could. I kept a stalking timeline that morphed into different versions. We also had a DVR which had six cameras worth of data from our yard for the last 20 days at all times – then it would “write” over itself. I kept a dayrunner for our “normal things” and we have been able to download all the texts from all of our phones from that time. It is an enormous amount of data. More than we could ever fully go through. I can recreate days, but I can’t recreate Morgan, and that part is specifically what Steve and I hope to do in the future. Turn all that data into the ‘Ah ha’ that stops a bad situation from turning worse. Because if you are in a bad stalking situation the chances of it turning worse are real, and that needs to be stopped.

Click here to read about the 62nd day of Morgan’s stalking https://morgansstalking.com/?p=1518