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.

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