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Penguins painted on rocks by Morgan a couple of years before her murder and stalking

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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.

September 16, 2011 – Day 46 of Morgan’s Stalking

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MJ thinking

Morgan Jennifer, deep in thought

Morgan was so upset in the morning. I kept asking her about the car that followed her, if she had any more details that she could remember.  She said she remembers the silhouette of a small car, couldn’t tell what color, she remembered the outline of a male driving, and female in the passenger seat. By the time she drove into the CMC parking lot all she wanted to do was see which way they were going so she could take off in the opposite direction.  Which is what she did, driving onto Highway 133, the closest thing to a busy street there is in Carbondale.  I kept asking her questions and she blew, sarcastically screaming that of course she should have stopped, and snapped a picture with her iPhone, but she didn’t, she just thought about getting away!  Morgan had done the right thing, but being followed was very scary for her and rightly so.

Ironically, Elliott from across the street calls me, and wonders how it’s been.  I told him immediately about Morgan being followed the night before.  Elliott tells me that he just heard from Brooke’s mom that Keenan had been gone hunting, but now he is now back.  I pause and shake my head, there is this fear of everything, and anything, whether I like to admit it or not, that had become a part of my life then.  Elliott was talking about Keenan, and I was wondering if I could trust Elliott.  If I said something, would it go right back to Brooke’s mom, and then to you know who?  There is nothing good about feeling like that, but I do not tell Elliott that it had been quiet for days.  I wanted to ask him when he left, but he had to get off the phone so I didn’t do that either.

We had been told that Morgan’s case was finally being assigned to a detective, that it would be a few days before we would get a call from him.  I made a note in my dayrunner to ask the detective if he could find out what days Keenan had been gone on his trip.  I circled it in red.  Couldn’t imagine what Morgan had felt like in the car.  Everyone had a different idea. Drive home, don’t go home, drive to the police station, no it was night time and they could all be out on patrol.  Last night in bed Steve and I had walked through every combination and every single one had a glitch in it.  There was never a, “Oh that’s perfect, I’ll tell Morgan that in the morning, she’ll be so relieved.”

That afternoon when Steve came home we went straight to the next order of business.  A restraining order.  It was being suggested more, and more, and maybe it was just me but I grew up in Los Angeles and had watched restraining orders fail in the most horrific ways.  As in gunned down in a parking structure the next day, dead.  But Steve was right we had to do more, I just wasn’t comfortable with this solution.

Steve had one prevailing thought.  What if we had one long shot chance of catching him, detaining him, or positively identifying him in the yard.  With no restraining order, what if he said he was retrieving his tennis ball, and tada! it all became nothing?  With a restraining order it is a felony.  There is a difference.  We wrestled with the pros and cons for quite a while and ended with the decision to defer to the detective.   He would be assigned any day and we would get his input, and allow that to tip the scales.

That night Morgan and I went to do a Pathfinders volunteer call.  A mother had cancer and it was her birthday and anniversay.  She had 2 young boys and needed a babysitter so she could go out with her husband for a few hours to celebrate.  Morgan and I played with her children, while she and her husband went to dinner and a movie.  I had a wonderful time with Morgan.  She loved children, and they always sensed something special in her.  We played little games and stayed with them until their parents came home.  Then Morgan and I drove home together and talked in the car…only about kids and happy things, not about the stalker.

Just before we got home Morgan said she wished that since it was so late and we were coming home from Aspen that the stalker would have already given up for the night and leave her alone.  And this night, her wish was answered.  We had a quiet night.

(Police reports later show the “suspect” was not working the evening of 9.16.2011)

Click here to read about the 47th day of Morgan’s stalking https://morgansstalking.com/?p=1194

September 15, 2011 – Day 45 of Morgan’s stalking – How Safe Is The Car?

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Morgan in the car

A happy Morgan heading off to somewhere

Morgan left to visit friends after dinner, we followed our little routine, where I walk her out to her car armed with pepper spray.  I watched her backing down the drive, and into the street before going back into my office.

Movement outside caught my attention and I noticed, but did not get a very good look at, a little car racing down the street.  It had come from the end of the cul-de-sac where Brooke, her dad, and Keenan live, and was headed out of the subdivision, at a very high speed.  I probably thought something about the excessive speed not being safe, and then went about my work.

At 8:46 pm Morgan called my cell phone, when I answered it, she was not there.  I called her back from the home phone, and she answered. She had been followed!  Morgan said there were 2 people in the car, she couldn’t tell the color of the car, made some maneuver’s to try to lose the car (going down different side streets), and when she couldn’t shake them she pulled in to the CMC college parking lot in Carbondale, because there were people standing outside of their vehicles and without parking, she sat in her car with her doors locked and waited as the car sped by.  Morgan said she waited for a few minutes, and went out a different exit, drove to Hwy 133, doubled back, and then took side streets to her destination.  She was very shook up over this.

Steve was working late while this was all was going on.  When I called him he came right home.  He drove through the neighborhood at regular intervals that night, and came home one time to report a development. The little green car that had been gone for a while, was now back in the Harris’ driveway.  We never could agree exactly when we stopped seeing it, but it seemed to coincide with the amount of stalking activity.

At 9:15 pm Morgan texted, “On my way,”  I answered, “Ok”

Detective Glassmire said, “Wade and Keenan also talked about a hunting trip to Wyoming where they left September 12 and returned September 15.”  So obviously Keenan had returned by this evening…

Today it is September 12, 2012,  Morgan was followed more times after this.  We didn’t have the correct response prepared before this, and even in successive instances, we improved what to do, but then again none of it worked.  After this instance we all agreed Morgan would call me if anything happened.  Steve and I would use our home phone system to conference Morgan in with 911. The Sheriff’s afterwards told us next time she was being followed to keep driving, don’t go home, and stay on the phone with 911, and tell them where she was so Patrol Officers could intercept, and fall in behind the vehicle following her.  Then as more officers arrived she could just pull off the road and they would handle it from there.  It all sounded so good at the time, solutions that ended well always sounded so good.   I’m not blaming myself, but I do know there is a lesson in all of this, a lot of little lessons.  When they lead to a lot of improvements, that will be gratifying.

Click here to read about the 46th day of Morgan’s stalking https://morgansstalking.com/?p=1186

Wednesday, September 14, 2011 – Day 44 of Morgan’s stalking – Don’t miss the little things.

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Morgan and Tessi chillin

Steve had a realization right after breakfast that ruined his day.  We were so carefully chronicling the stalking events that happened.  Where cars were parked, what lights were on, times, everything for the entire neighborhood.  But here we were two parents trying to put an end to a horrible situation as quickly as possible, and in these days of relative bliss – we had kept track of very little.

The quiet times hold just as much information as our most stalker infested night.  Remember the old saying, “The silence was deafening”?  Here we had silence, and we had not been applying ourselves to such an important question. Why?  Why was it so quiet now?

The calm morning was quickly taken over by urgency.  Before I could even suggest an idea Steve was on his way out to do a sweep of the neighborhood, legal pad in hand.  He said he didn’t want to jinx it, but comparing the notes when he came back inside the house, with all of the notes when something had happened, would yield some information, he was certain.

I looked around the house, and gave this idea great thought.  The drapes, I said to myself.  What had been a fish bowl for someone who cared to stand out on our berm in the darkness, was now completely closed off.  Nothing to see, no reason to stay – ah if stalkers were only so simple.

Steve came back from his drive with that “Oh, I found something” look. He told me the green car is not here, and he didn’t think it had been here all week.  Also, the Explorer with the busted out rear window on the corner was gone too.  Steve was going to keep better track.  Before he felt he was intruding on other peoples privacy, by recording every coming and going, now he wasn’t going to let that stop him, not until this guy was caught.

(Police reports later show the “suspect” was not working this evening)

Today it is 9/11/ 2012, an anniversary of such horrendous magnitude. And the little things are at work again.  Particularly accounts of other stalking events in this area.  In the early days of Morgan’s stalking Deputies that were personally involved in other stalking calls would recall the details to me. No dates, no times, no names, just what happened.  I always wondered if any of the many events the deputies shared could be helpful in our case.  And something strange that I should have stood up to happened as we had Detectives assigned to Morgan’s case.  As I recounted these, last summer, last fall, right after mountain fair events, the Detective said he checked every one out, and always came back to tell me I was mistaken.  There was never anyone tapping on windows in Blue Creek, only someone stealing things out of parked cars.  I would question this, wondering how the Deputies that had responded to the calls have gotten it so wrong.  Our Detective wasn’t sure, only that it had not happened.  So now my tip line is filled with personal reports of these very incidents.  I’m mystified as to why this happens, why did the Patrol Officers give me a correct account of what had happened before Morgan’s stalking started and why had our Detective assigned to the felony stalking told us it didn’t happen?  Is there something I missed?  This is very strange!

A stalker, maybe even our stalker, was at work in this immediate area long before he settled in on Morgan.  That I am finding out this way, on a secret tip line, 9 months after Morgan’s murder, it is very troubling to me, and for what it portends for the safety of others…we need law enforcement to be forthcoming when things are happening so the community can assist and be aware of their surroundings.

Click here to read about the 45th day of Morgan’s stalking https://morgansstalking.com/?p=1177

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

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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.