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October 18, 2011 – Day 78 of Morgan’s Stalking – Who can this be? BTW I grant you all permission to give me your opinion!

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Normal was a different word now.  Morgan had an appt. with her dentist.  Steve was going to drop off a trailer for someone to use after work.  My daughter-in-law had a birthday and Steve and I were going to be normal grandparents,  babysit while “the kids” went out for a dinner alone.  And Morgan would not be home, so it all could work out.  it all sounded so, “normal”.

Morgan came home from her dental appointment and was getting ready to go out for the evening.  At least until we came home.  She was cleaning up her room, and amassing a pile of laundry in the hall.  Sometimes her room looked like the proverbial bomb had just gone off, and sometimes it was quite organized.  Today it was moving toward organized.  She loaded the washer and left for Carbondale.  A little later, just before four she texted me, “What time do you need me?”

I did not see it, and didn’t answer until 5:02 pm when I said, “Don’t worry about it we are taking the truck now to drop off the trailer”.  Morgan answers, “Sweet. :)”, she was with her friends in Carbondale, and Steve and I were on our way to Glenwood Springs.  It was the first time we got to babysit while our son and his partner went out to dinner and we were very excited about babysitting our grandchildren.  We were very engaged with the grandkids, and not thinking of very much else.

Then Morgan made a mistake – a mistake that stalking victims inevitably face during their stalking.  She felt it was getting so back to “normal” and she decided that it would be okay to come home alone, for a just a few minutes, to switch her wash and grab something to eat, even though we had asked her to never go home alone.  She is home alone, busy going from her room to the laundry room, when she hears our dog Tessi growling, and barking furiously, and throwing herself at the front door.  She is frightened, stays inside her room, locking the door, and piling whatever she can if front of it.  Morgan tries to call us on the cell phone, but we don’t answer.  Cell service is not the best at our son’s house.

She stayed in her room until Tessi stopped barking, and attacking the door.  She thought it was about five minutes.  She carefully ventured from her room and saw Tessie sitting quietly at the front door, looking out.  There was no tail wagging, only intent starring.  Morgan looked out the door, and saw nothing.  She ran through the house and turned on every outside light she could think of.  Stood at the front door for a while, and then with pepper spray ready, and keys in the other hand she ran out to the car, hopped in, and locked it.  She drove out of the subdivision and decided to take the highway back to Carbondale instead of the back road, the highway had more lights and people. She wanted to be with other people – she felt safer with others than by herself in her own house…

Morgan called again and this time I answered.  I felt sick as she explained that she had gone home to switch the wash, just for a minute, and Tessi was barking like, “none other.”  She said we might want to check the cameras when we got home.

Ryan and Leesa got home from a great dinner at 8:10 pm.  We had a quick slice of cake with them and said we had to leave.   At 8:22 pm I texted Morgan, “On our way home.”

At home everything looked normal, and Steve and I went straight for the cameras to see what had caused our dog to bark like that.

We have six video cameras, and 3 of them will catch different parts of the street in front of our house.  First there is the task of seeing what, if anything, was causing poor Tessi to get so upset.  We were rolling through hours of video before we found this.

Car pulls in Driveway and leaves from on Vimeo.

Much later after we have the whole sequence of where this car was at what times and the two times that it came into our driveway, I felt it was trying to block Morgan in by pulling up right behind her car.  And all of the other places it had stopped around the neighborhood, Steve wanted the latest picture from Keenan’s facebook that we had him leaning against the front of his car so we could compare the front of the car that was in our driveway and it’s grill.  He held the picture along side the monitor, and felt it certainly could be Keenan’s car.  Plus the detectives had just told us there were very few of that exact model with that grill in our valley and the next valley over, strictly by registration records.

Once we had a time of one event it was then easier to search in ten minute segments from camera to camera and a few minutes later we were watching this.

Suspect in the driveway from Morgan’s Stalking on Vimeo.

The motion detector on the camera detects motion for this entire time however the person is only visible for the 2nd half.  I posted the entire time even though most of you will not see anything for the first half.  Please note this person appears to be LEFT HANDED.  Many people wrote in to me to tell me this after viewing this video…another important clue.

No wonder Tessi was so upset, and no wonder this person was afraid to approach the house.  Tessi is for the most part pretty calm, but I can only imagine that if you were up to no good and approaching our front door, which is beveled glass, and a 160 pound dog was smashing against it from inside you, would think twice before getting any closer.

I called the sheriff’s dispatch and told them what happened, but no need to send anyone as it was over, the detectives can take it from here.  I wondered aloud to Steve as we replayed the video – what if our 160 lb. dog hadn’t been throwing herself at the front door?  Would this person have tried to come in to get Morgan?  What was in his hand that was in his pocket and what was small, black object in his other hand? Was it a taser gun, or a real gun, or just a cell phone?  Does this show the stalker is left handed?

Our neighbor Elliott called and he wanted to know what’s happening.  I texted him back and said, “The guy drove up our driveway and then turned left and came back up our driveway and looked in our front door window at 7:42 pm tonight when after Morgan came home alone – we weren’t here and Tessi (our dog) went crazy at the front door when she saw him coming up through the beveled glass window, and scared the guy off.”  Elliott wrote back, “So he knew she was home, but not you?”  I wrote Elliott back, Yes, he drove up within 15 minutes of her getting home, pulled out and then drove back left again toward Equestrian Way and then came back on foot right up our driveway one hand in his pocket and one hand with a cigarette or something black, looking all around, as if to make sure no one was watching.  Elliott wrote back, “What kind of car?”  I said, “not 100% sure yet, but it was smaller than my LR3.”  (Later on I told Elliott that we can see the exact shape of the front of the car as well as the grill, which is very unique – it is the same year, same model as Keenan’s car)

Elliott wrote back, “Please have her call us and we can look for him, or his car, or come over to help!  Whatever we can do!”  Then at 10:06 pm he texted, “Did the police come?”

I answered, “No, I asked them not to send a patrol officer.  I am just waiting to talk to the detectives that are assigned to her case.  The yellow lab down the street was sniffing under Morgan’s window (caught on the camera) after the guy left so I don’t think the dogs can scent him.”  Elliott wrote back, “Just thought of something.  I might have been a foreclosure looky loo.”  I wrote back, “Not this guy, he was young and squirrely.  Maybe a delivery guy, but I still think that’s a little iffy.”

Morgan came home and was absolutely sick watching the video.  She said she was in the laundry room a lot, bent over sorting and folding and switching machines so from where he was he was just waiting for her to see him.  I thought how crazy the best part about this is Morgan had no idea what was going on at that time.  Steve told her that if anything at all happens like this to go into our room lock the door and watch on the cameras.  You can see what is happening all around the house.

There was a knock at the door and it was a deputy.  He had spoken with someone and they wanted him to come by anyway.  At that point all of us were pretty convinced it was Keenan’s car, but Steve did not think it was Keenan, Morgan and I did.  Steve said that the most innocent explanation here is a delivery person, but I don’t think so.  He felt in any event that it would be easy enough to check out tomorrow.  The deputy really thought he was a delivery person, even pointed out where he was checking for an address.  Steve told him it would be easy enough for the detectives to check with the 6 or so neighbors and see if anyone was expecting a delivery and then check with the few places that actually deliver out here.  That would not be many phone calls to confirm yes or no for sure instead of always guessing.

The deputy left and Steve thought it would be good if Morgan slept in our room and he slept on the couch.  I didn’t think Morgan would agree and she did not.  She went to her room and at 11:14 pm texted that, “I just heard noises outside my window.”  By the time I texted her back, “Got it” Steve had been out the door for a long time, with no pepper spray, but wielding a baseball bat instead.

When he finally came back in we argued for a long time about the person being Keenan or not.  I had watched it over and over while he was gone.  Light was on in that front room and then it went off Steve had told me.  And no green car in their driveway.

Click here to read about the 79th day of Morgan’s stalking https://morgansstalking.com/?p=1728

Today is October 11, 2012 – In the many months since this video I have come to agree with Steve, that this is, in all probability, Keenan’s car, but Steve thinks it is not Keenan – he thinks it’s someone Keenan knows trying to set up an alibi, the detective, Morgan and I believe it’s Keenan.  He had a thought late the evening this happened.  What if “they are all freaking out” we still never found out who they are, but what if to diffuse attention he was smart enough to have someone else drive his car into the driveway.  What if that would be all it would take to throw the sheriffs department completely off the trail on a night he was gone.  We were pretty sure the car was Keenan’s as the unique grill and shape of the car was an exact match and the person up the driveway looked just like Keenan, and he was wearing the exact shirt Keenan was wearing in one of his online social media posts, what do you think?

In September 2017 Crime Watch Daily did a 4-part series about Morgan’s stalking and murder, and on Part 4, on their Facebook, you can watch and hear Detective Glassmire interrogating Keenan Vanginkle about this exact incident of stalking, 5 months AFTER her murder, making it VERY CLEAR that he believes it IS KEENAN, and he IS STILL A SUSPECT https://www.facebook.com/crimewatchdaily/videos/1758045480886903/

For all 4 parts of the Crime Watch Daily series…you click here. https://crimewatchdaily.com/2017/10/24/suicide-or-murder-what-happened-to-morgan-ingram/

October 17, 2011 – Day 77 of Morgan’s stalking – They Caught Him? Really?

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icy leaves

Morgan leaves for classes in the morning and I make a note to myself that she looks great.  I have been so worried about her and now there is a thought that was never considered just last week.  What if it is over?  What if this is it?  We have six cameras humming along all day and night, the motion alarms have found nothing to beep about, and even Tessi have little to bark about.

Last night Steve, out of the blue, said that this is bad to say, but how do you know if it is over, how do you ever really know?  Last night I thought his statement was sort of out there, today it has a whole new meaning for me.  I watch Morgan coming and going and I don’t want to say anything, but then I’m worried if I don’t, something bad could happen.  I wish Steve had not said that.  I really want it to be over, but really, how do we know?

Elliott called me, and that makes it two days in a row, after a long period of nothing.  More news, Elliott just heard through Brooke’s mom again.  He tells me that no one has to worry about the stalker anymore, he has been caught.  Obviously Elliott is looking to me for confirmation, a simple yes or no.  I tell him this is news to me.  I would have thought that I would be the first person that Detective Glassmire would call if the stalker had been arrested, so I’m beginning to doubt the news.

After a second thought, I tell Elliott that I am going to call the detective and verify this.  And that if it is not true I will ask Detective Glassmire to interview Brooke’s mom as soon as he can, as this would be a rumor in incredibly poor taste, if that’s what it turns out to be again.  And if it is true, then what happened? Why were we not told?

Elliott also wonders about how it’s been lately.  If this could make sense that the stalker was caught?  I told him yes, for days now the lights are not constantly going on and off around the house at certain specific times like they had before so maybe it is true – I will check.  Elliott thinks this is just great, he would be so happy to see the neighborhood get back to normal.

I could not have agreed more with him, but I had the distinct feeling I was suddenly being lobbied for something.  But what?

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October 16, 2011 – Day 76 of Morgan’s Stalking – It’s on FaceBook

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Roaring Fork River

Elliott (our neighbor across the street) saw me getting into my car, and ran over, as he had to tell me something – that he just saw on Keenan’s FaceBook that he is single, and not in a relationship.  I thank Elliott for making it “official.”   And I have another more important question for him.

Our detective is quite convinced that Keenan works at GM and he is a manager there.  So I ask Elliott if he is knows where Keenan works, and how sure he is about it.  Elliott once again says he works at the City Market in El Jebel, definitely, he has been in there when he is working.  He works the night shift.  He wonders why I wanted to know.  I told him I was getting conflicting stories, and in case it became important, I wanted to be as certain as I could.

Elliott wondered what the detectives were going to do now that he had moved away.  I was thinking the deputies had made progress with the fact he lived here, but it hadn’t seemed to matter to the detectives.  They had a different program going.  Morgan was all around town with her friends, calling me a few times to check in.  I really didn’t like that we had to do that, but I got nervous if I did not hear from her all day.

When Steve came home I told him about the conversation with Elliott and how Detective Glassmire had thought Keenan was working for GM.  It made perfect sense to Steve. One of them made a typo it’s really CM he said. CM for City Market, he wondered which one?  El Jebel, I told him. That’s less than a five minute drive, going the speed limit, he told me.  He could walk out the back door there and be here in five minutes easy.  Terrorize and be back to work before his break was over.

I could not wait to give Detective Glassmire this information, there must have been something they could make out of this.  Some trap, some way to catch him driving from there to here.  And now that he had broken up with Brooke, there was no reason for him to be here – interesting how he moved out right after the sheriffs kept stopping by her house to speak with him.  I told Steve that I wondered how long he had worked at City Market – because if he was there last summer too, then he could have been the Blue Creek stalker.  It was right across the county road from us – within walking distance.  I never even texted Morgan to bug her about coordinating when she came home.  It made sense in ways I had never thought of.  The detectives were obvious enough to spook him.  They would be drawing a bead on him and closing in.  So he either bolted for safety, or he just broke up with Brooke and moved on.  I wish I knew which it was.

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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 9 – 13, 2011 – Days 69 -73 of Morgan’s Stalking – Hope for the Victims…

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Bird feeder in the Aspen tree by the front door

During these four days it starts with me telling the story, in place of the usual retelling of the story.  Just like with every other blog post I look through, there are things no person should ever have to have, like an event recorder log, that time stamps every stalker event and saves texts, a surveillance camera log, and my trusty day runner.  And, it took me a while to see it, but there it was…I had them all.  I wish with all my heart that I hadn’t needed them.

A little something, that was not so bad, unmistakably surfaced over this four day period.  Over and over there are notes about the “little green car” – being gone, not there, don’t remember noticing it.  And almost within twenty-four hours of it being gone, Morgan’s activities picked right back up.  She was talking with her friends, making plans, saying, hey you, long time no…

For victims of stalking I take this as a good sign, no make that a great sign.  Morgan was strong, but she was also becoming scared from this ordeal.  And when I read back through this four day period of time, I really had the feeling at that time that he was really gone, for whatever reason.  I tried to convince myself that she was no longer being stalked and that she knew it had ended.  And she would go back to living life, as it used to be lived, as soon as she was able. Sadly, that was not to be.

Then in the early hours of the 13th, between 3:30 – 4:00 am it started again, Morgan heard tapping or pebbles thrown against her bedroom window again, and sent me a bubble on my phone, then sent a text to clarify the timing.  Our motion alarm covering her side of our house went off at 5:15 am.  Steve had installed two new wildlife cameras tonight.  At 1:15 pm I sent Detective Glassmire a text, “Just wanted you to know Morgan heard tapping or pebbles on her bathroom window at around 3:30 – 4:00 am this morning and our motion alarm went off on her side of the house (where your wildlife cams are located) and it went off at 5:15 am.  Just need to run some errands so please call or text me on this cell phone when you know you are coming over as I would like to show you our new camera set up.”  He sent a text back, “Okay, will do.”  And I said, “thanks.”

Morgan texted a friend in the afternoon and went for a visit.  She didn’t stay late, and I think we took her puppy and Tessi for a walk together.  The leaves would have been almost out of the trees, and it would have been getting cold, that – “Oh it won’t be long before it’s snowing” time that you have to live through, a few times to really appreciate the meaning of it – the simple times.

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