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

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.

Click here to read about the 77th day of Morgan’s stalking https://morgansstalking.com/?p=1696

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

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!!!

Click here to read about the 67th & 68th days of Morgan’s stalking https://morgansstalking.com/?p=1609

No sign of forced entry? No intruder? Really?

The morning of Morgan’s death, without even asking, I was assured by the lead Detective on her felony stalking case that officers had thoroughly checked the house, and there was no sign of forced entry.  Please remember this was the morning we had just found our youngest daughter dead, and we were in extreme pain, and were not asking many questions because we were crying so hard.  After that day this point was revisited a few times, and the answer became more positive from the sheriffs to the point that they were insisting nobody could have been in the house.  So now I want to visit that point, and share with you some things.  Once again just the truth, and you decide if it was possible for her stalker to have been in the house on the night she was killed, and you see, I didn’t even say murdered, because for that we need someone to be the killer. Or who knows maybe there could be more than one.

Floorplan for Morgan's HouseFirst start with this floorplan of the house, now this is not an exact floor plan, but it is very close.  Just delete the mud room coming in from the garage, and add two more windows to the Master bedroom, along the wall that is shown as a solid wall, and that was pretty much our house.

Morgan’s room is called BEDROOM 2, and, as you can see there, there are five points of entry through doors:

  • The front door.
  • Two sliding glass doors, and another door all opening out onto the covered patio.
  • A door from the garage.

 

All of those doors had key locks in them. And if you read some earlier posts you know that the front door’s lock broke, and was replaced by a dead bolt lock that had both a key, and a numeric key pad.  Steve had one key to the front door, and the other was in a decorative stack of three dishes that sat on the kitchen bar top, and both keys were accounted for on the day we moved.

There were two codes entered into the front keypad.  One was used by Steve and Toni, and one was used by Morgan.  Not that it kept track or anything like that, it was just Morgan had her 4 digit number, and we had ours.  One time during the stalking, after a few overheard attempts to use the keypad, Morgan’s code was changed.

So my first guess of how it might be done hasn’t changed, and is the same today. Watch Morgan, or Steve, or I from a distance, and see what numbers we press to unlock the door  – maybe it takes one try or two or even ten, but eventually you have it.  At night the numbers on the keypad light up as you press them.  We were told a hunting aid called a spotting scope would make an ideal tool to do this.

And to add weight to my theory, a retired federal special agent said the door lock should have had a cowling such as is used on numeric keypads on military bases to prevent someone from having a direct line of sight to the numbers.  He felt someone from a bush across the street could have the code in a few days at most.  The same investigator felt that without regular cleaning the numbers most used would be “smudged” and far easier to detect.  Coincidentally on a  Facebook page of Keenan’s, he claims to have bagged a 5X5 buck at 288 yards, one shot – interesting, huh?  Another investigator calls this a “world class shot”, 3 football fields away.  He feels that a person capable of that could easily watch us enter, maybe only once, and know the code, we of course, would have no idea he had the code.  (Please note the use of Keenan’s name in my posts – if you read the sheriff’s own reports you will see that they considered him their #1 suspect, he was the suspected stalker and Morgan identified him multiple times as her stalker)

Not to imply whatsoever it was a Psychic Medium that figured this out, but more of an eye opener for me, and whether you choose to allow for the possibility or not, it won’t hurt my feelings, but this Intuitive (who works with law enforcement and the FBI on many missing persons and homicide cases had been 100% right on everything she had told us so far), she had never been to our house, and from over a thousand miles away, “saw a male entering our front door code”, and based on this vision was correct on the first three digits, but did not see the fourth number (which by the way was the same as one of the other numbers she had already told us so she did get all the numbers right).

The neighbor's door, but it is just like ours

This is the neighbor’s door, but it is identical to our two sliding glass doors

The three doors that lead to the covered patio, two sliding glass doors, and one swinging glass door had locks but, we never had keys for them, and they could only be locked by us from the inside.  The keys for those locks could have been lost a long time ago, or gathering dust at a realtor’s office.  But here’s a sort of long shot possibility.  Steve recalled a time when he was talking to Brooke’s dad, James Harris, who told him that as the HOA President he had an old box of keys to most of the empty houses, makes perfect sense in case something should come up, and access is needed.  This was at a time we saw him in an empty house that he should not have had access to.  So I’ll call it only a small possibility, but that is theory number two since Keenan had moved in with Brooke and James (3 houses down from us) approximately 2 weeks before Morgan’s stalking had started.

To throw in another possibility, we leased our house (for over 6 years), and as houses like to do, at the most inopportune times, things break, ours had a microwave break.  The owner thought there was a match in an empty house that he also owned, and wanted to send us the keys to that house, so we could make the swap.  Only he wasn’t sure which was the right key, so he just sent us all of his keys under the theory that we would use the right one, and send them all back.  Steve feels that the original front door key, which we never had, most likely opened the back door, and the garage door.  We never tried at the time, but that pile of keys all went to one of the eight or ten homes he owned at one time, so I’m sure you’ll agree that this incident counts as possibility number three.  Another interesting aside…this same owner owned not only our house but the house James Harris and Brooke lived in and the house across the street that Elliott and his family lived in.

There was a time following Morgan’s death that Steve and I refused to believe anyone had been in her room, it was simply too painful to allow that thought to exist in our minds.  It also wasn’t necessary when she died of “natural causes.”  But when we finally received the autopsy results and toxicology results and read that she died from a disease she did not have and the only medication showing up she did not take, we started to wonder what was going on.  As more and more doctors reviewed her findings, they became quite convinced, and told us it was a homicide, I very reluctantly crossed that threshold, but still would rather think the possibility of someone being in our house just could not be.  I was very naive at that time about the true nature of stalkers…in most cases they do get in to the victims home and most of the time there is no evidence of a break-in.  Having confessed that feeling, early on in my acceptance of someone in Morgan’s room, I felt it happened like this…all of us were gone from the house the late afternoon of December 1, 2011. The dogs were in the laundry room (locked up because the puppy had just chewed up something in the living room), and would not be able to confront someone in the house.  A person who knew the front door code could enter the house, while we were all gone, and unlock the right hand sliding glass door that we never used, (it had heavy velvet drapes over it now from the inside), and then leave. I never checked that door because we always left it locked and never used it.  Now once we were all asleep the perpetrator could enter, and exit through that door silently. That is possibility number four.

To give a nod to many comments, and tips that have in one way or another asked if someone could have been hiding in the house when we came home, or in Morgan’s closet, or better yet out in the garage, and even in the study closet? Yes, absolutely and from there they would have been easily able to wait for the right time to enter Morgan’s room, and then exit the house silently and without a key, that is a big possibility number five…and it makes me sick to even think that someone was possibly hiding in our house when we arrived home that evening and laid in wait for everyone to go to sleep in order to attack.

So do I understand when I hear that Sheriff Vallario has correctly pointed out that they had officers at our house over 50 times, and never saw any sign of a stalker?  I’m still not sure what he meant by that, guess I should write a letter and ask.  Was this a play on words?  Yes, they had officers out at our house over 50 times, and yes they never saw the stalker…the stalker did not sit out on our lawn and wait till they got there to see him.  But sign of the stalker – that’s another story…of course they saw evidence of the stalker, trail in the berm, footprints, wildlife camera captures, video captures, lots of evidence.  Of course there was a stalker, it was a felony stalking case and his own detective met with Morgan once a week!  The stalker is seen in a picture leaning on Steve’s truck, and watching the sheriff’s drive away, he had no care about leaving  footprints during the period when they did not collect them.  He was captured on the video system more than once.  How about the tress crack in the gutter directly over Morgan’s room?  He left a unique blade on the ground outside the house. Silently presented himself to Morgan one morning, dressed in black from head to toe.  He wore distinct trails into the berm behind our house. They know she was followed and she told them the second time what the car looked like and who was driving the car.

He was definitely here, outside the house, and for the million dollar question, inside?  I can’t prove that, yet.  While they maintain no allowance for the possibility, he could have, and I also know the sheriff’s department will never try to prove it.  Someone was in the house on the night of December 1, 2011.  Things happened that night that required someone else to be in the house.  Was it the stalker?  If so, did he have help?  Was it a different person altogether knowing we would assume it was the stalker?

I am going somewhere with all this, and to recount the Amitriptyline post was the first and this is the second, and the third will be along shortly.  Also, yes I was completely overloaded with suggestions today, not another set of eyes, more like a town full of eyes.  No complaints here, this is just what Morgan’s case needs – people that question, people that care.

A ray of light at the end of what promises to be a very long tunnel…here is what you have all been waiting to see

This morning I was getting ready for a meeting, today’s blog was written, but would not be posted until later.  A fax came in, it was what I expected, and as I promised, I will share it with you.  It is the truth, and you are free to make your own decision as to what is going on here in Garfield County.

First a word from Morgan –

Morgan thumbs up

Morgan may not be here in body, but her spirit wants us all to know the truth

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And then the fax –

 

The second opinion in Morgan’s death, page 1

The 2nd opinion of Morgan’s death, page 2

If I feel as if our County Coroner Trey Holt ranks right down there with the stalker, perhaps I am overreacting – what do you think?

A lot of you are pulling for the County to re-open this investigation, and I appreciate that.  But I don’t agree.  For Steve and I the relationship with the Sheriff’s department turned very adversarial when we had other experts review Morgan’s manner of death, that Dr. Kurtzman said was natural causes, and then had the gall to share the opinions of other experts with them, to suggest they were mistaken perhaps.  It was the old, don’t confuse us with facts, our minds are already made up.  And the Coroner Trey Holt is another story, he has been out of touch since day one.  I was threatened  that Morgan’s manner of death would be changed to suicide if I did not back off of trying to have her death changed to a homicide.  And yes, I reported this verbal threat to the Sheriff’s department, just like I reported her missing jewelry.

Now, Morgan’s case needs a fresh set of eyes and ears – perhaps the CBI or the Attorney General’s office, we just don’t know at this point where to go.  We know we need officials we can trust, officials who don’t threaten us.  Officials who respect our rights as victims, and above all – the rights of Morgan Ingram, which is what Steve, and I fight for.  Oh, and not to be melodramatic, but if there is a murder / suicide with our names on it, don’t believe it.  Steve and I were high school sweet hearts and we celebrated 41 years of dating, and 36 years of marriage this summer.  And while this has easily been the biggest challenge we have ever faced, like everything else that has challenged us, we will do it together.

Love you all, and thank you so very much for all of your support during these difficult times, which has meant so much to Steve and I.