Aspen Tree
In the morning Steve and I went out to breakfast at our favorite local’s hangout in Carbondale, we texted Morgan (she was with a friend) to see if she would join us and she did. Every time we went there Morgan would order the exact same breakfast, so it got to the point where we would just order for her, after checking of course.
After breakfast, Steve and I spent some time painting the motion detectors a brown camouflage color, so they did not stand out at night. The motion detectors were the most consistent weapon in our arsenal. The stalker could not cross through an area covered without setting the detector off. The way they were deployed was giving us advance warning to a window banging event. It had not allowed us to actually catch him, but it was certainly the most promising. Early detection is the key, just like cancer, if you think about it.
A friend of Morgan’s texted her around 7:00 pm, “Dude. Now considering Stanford? They offer Romanian.” Earlier that Spring when Morgan was out on location, working and helping her big sister, they stopped at Stanford on the way home. Morgan was quite smitten with the possibility of attending the law school there. Morgan always had ultimate faith in herself, and was positive that if she knew the requirements, she could meet them. Morgan answered her friend, “Yesss!!” And she responded, “Doing some school research. Seeing what I can find. =D.”
Detective Glassmire was coming out for a stakeout, naturally we were kept in the dark about actual arrival and departure times, but he agreed to text me on the way out. There was no way I was waiting until the next day to find out what if anything had happened. At 2:06 am I could not contain myself any longer, and sent a text to him, “Backyard motion detector light going on and off – same time as last night.” Detective Glassmire texts back, “Okay, we did leave at 12:45 am, and we did notice that the backyard motion detector did go on and off twice while we were watching it. Definitely was not us at that time, as we were very far from that light. Otherwise quiet while we were there.” I texted back, “OK better luck next time. Morgan never alerted us to anything on her window tonight.” Detective Glassmire texted back, “Okay, that’s where we focused on, we will be in touch soon, have a good night.” I texted back, “You too.”
This was the night (the only night that I know of) that they did a stake out to try to catch the stalker. Detective Glassmire the next day suggested that maybe we had a faulty motion light and that’s why it would go on and off in the middle of the night. So Steve swapped it for another light that we could also see from our room, but hadn’t been going on and off, now that that light was put where the other light had been it still did the same thing, so it wasn’t defective – what we didn’t know at the time was that this was the area that was being triggered, because this is where the stalker was getting on to our roof!!!
Today it is October 5, 2012 – and I’m sure I’ve said this before, but it will always bear saying again. Months after Morgan was murdered we found evidence that the stalker had been gaining access to our roof from that exact area that would set off that motion light, he would run over the berm, towards the back of our house, and climb up the Aspen tree that was leaning right up against the back of our house. Once up on the roof he had the advantage to be able to see up and down the streets, as well as the advantage to hide where the roof comes together – it created a perfect hiding place for him. He could also lean over the edge of the roof, body against the metal gutter over Morgan’s room, and see in to her room, or dangle something down to tap or bang on her window, ever eluding the Sheriff’s and all others. He was “getting off” in being able to make fools out of the Sheriffs.
Except for one, Rhonda’s little dog Sammie, next door, that used to bark in the middle of the night at his window that faced Morgan’s side of the house. But, unfortunately dogs can’t talk (or at least most of us don’t understand what they are saying), so we never knew that the stalker was on our roof. But the little dog knew, and he tried to tell us…so many times.
Click here to read about the 69th – 73rd days of Morgan’s stalking https://morgansstalking.com/?p=1640