Please read the following that was sent to the reporter who wrote the Post Independent article – your opinions are welcome, but I must say this expresses everything I wish I could have said:

To the Post Independent in response to an article written on Sept. 1, 2012 by Jon Colson:

As previously reported in both the Aspen Times and the Post Independent Newspapers, Garfield County and Pitkin County in western Colorado both have an extremely high rate of “suicide”, with Pitkin county at over three times the national average and Garfield County even higher. Yet both these superfluously ideal, recreational Colorado counties show an almost nonexistent rate of murder. In fact, in the State of Colorado more people die of “suicide” than they do by motor vehicle accidents or any other method.

Many theories abound on why this rate is extremely high but one logical theory is completely overlooked…that possible murders…are being called suicides by County Coroner’s and Law Enforcement agencies without either the investigative skills or the desire to fully investigate any death.

It often seems, and is the butt of many local jokes, the only time a death will be termed a homicide in this valley is if there are fifty witnesses to a point blank shooting or stabbing and a suspect stands holding his bloody hands out, begging to be arrested.

Any other scenario the majority of investigative effort seems to be put into finding excuses as to why a death is NOT a homicide rather than actually being investigated. If in doubt, local Newspapers are then used as tools of both the Coroner’s office and law enforcement to print misinformation in such a way as to sway the public and therefore the families of victims into a position of acceptance out of fear of  public ridicule. Families who insist on investigations or make any waves are publicly branded, by those who are paid to protect them, as being so overwhelmed by grief they are being ridiculous or ‘dramatic”, or even as downright enemies of the involved departments. And so, possible murderers…walk calmly on their way…safe in their own perfect killing grounds.

The case of Morgan Ingram is a prime example. Many factors have been overlooked in the investigation of Morgan Ingram’s death, including a lack on both the Coroner’s office and those who investigated the scene of death. Nothing in her life indicates any desire to commit suicide yet events leading up to her death present a classic preclude to murder.

Had Morgan Ingram simply been a confused, depressed teenager who’s life had fallen apart at the seams, then to investigate her death as a possible suicide or accidental death would be logical. But Morgan was not the atypical suicide poster child.

Morgan was a young woman who had her life by the proverbial balls with one minor flaw. In recent months she had been continuously terrorized and victimized by a stalker. Even IF her death in any possible theory could have been termed a suicide, it would still put responsibility on the criminal for driving her to this point.

But Morgan was NOT driven to this point of no return. In fact, she was ANGRY. Angry people do not end their own lives, angry people go after those who are stealing their  personal joy in life. In fact, the very night of her death Morgan had told a friend on Facebook “I love life!” in response to something silly from her day. Morgan steadfastly refused to let her terrorizer drive her from her home, school, activities or friends. Instead, she became annoyed with those who begged her to allow herself to be bullied into leaving her home to go into hiding.

Her stalking was not the figment of a young woman’s imagination. Her terrorizing was not only observed by others, but also recorded on security cameras placed around her home. The case was elevated to the level of felony stalking by the Investigators due to escalating events, not by Morgan or her family. In other words, evidence was there to prove a perpetrator existed.

There is a certain responsibility to reporting the news. One of those responsibilities is to not allow yourself to be used as a tool of deceit or coercion by elected officials for their own agendas.

There is a responsibility to know if you are reporting facts instead of what someone else wants you to report as in the death of Morgan. The reporter states “there were no signs of assault”. Does this reporter know this for sure? Was he there? Or did he simply take the word of those who never even LOOKED for any signs of assault? Assault is not always apparent by the naked eye and physical assault is not always a necessity or intent of murder.

Murderers are not all clumsy, in your face, messy murderers of passion. As many serial killer cases have shown and documented, there are killers who are intelligent, crafty, and very capable of covering their crime. These are the killers who move silently through our society, often enjoying long, full lives before ever being apprehended…if ever. Each success gives them more satisfaction in the knowledge they have once again outsmarted law enforcement. Unlike the portrayal in books and television, these killers do not all want attention or fame…some want only to engage in their own secret fantasies and get away with it for as long as possible.

The Post Independent reporter also stated the accepted uses of amitriptyline. What he did not state were the less desirable, nefarious uses of this drug…as a tool of not only date rape but also murder. Several high profile and many lesser reported cases throughout the world have documented the use of amitriptyline as a weapon against other humans. The reporter also failed to mention the reason for this particular drug’s use by rapists and murderers. Amitriptyline not only has the ability to produce fast results in subduing a victim (when administered in medically unaccepted methods), but also is easily available, not only on the street but via online shopping. In reality, the wide spread use of antidepressants by over zealous Doctors has guaranteed each one of us most likely know someone who has amitriptyline (or more commonly known as Elavil) in their medicine cabinet.

The Coroner’s office and the Sheriff’s office are negligent in their duties as employees of the people when they choose to label a death by drugs as a “suicide” when there is no evidence to support drugs were taken willingly by the victim or with a particular intent. “Morgan Ingram died from “amitriptyline intoxication” according to Kurtzman’s report.” This is not definitive of “suicide” and the only conclusion for the Coroner’s office giving this new diagnosis of death to the public, months after Morgan’s death, is the Coroner, in an attempt to stop any further investigation by the family & friends…decided to publicly discredit any information that was in direct disapproval or contradiction of his departments procedures and actions.

The Post Independent reporter was extremely negligent in his duty as a reporter of “news” by neglecting to mention the Coroner’s office only decided to reclassify the victims death in retaliation for her family and friends pushing for justice. The reporter was also negligent in his duty as a person attempting to write about an investigative matter by not fact finding, nor asking to see all pertinent documents pertaining to the circumstances prior to and after Morgan’s death…and instead, taking a hand fed story and running with it, regardless of damage said story could cause.

Morgan’s family has made great strides towards engaging the community and raising awareness of stalking and it’s consequences. With one reckless, ill written article the writer has attempted to destroy the Ingram families efforts.

None of us know how or even when the deadly dose of Amitriptyline was introduced to Morgan’s body. Not the Coroner, not the reporter, nor the public. Only the one responsible knows how this drug was utilized and for what purpose. The evidence is not there to support the victim willingly took the large amount needed to end her life (which was apparent by not only one but also two Coroner reports), and the evidence has never been sought to prove another human was responsible.

With this lack of evidence, Morgan’s case should remain open as should the minds of those in the public, including those we depend on to report accurate facts and news, and those we pay to protect and serve us.

All reports by the pathologist and Coroner’s office state Morgan’s death can once again be reclassified if new evidence presents itself…which means…just as in a Court of Law, reasonable doubt still remains. It is irresponsible by all parties concerned to then definitively state an intelligent, happy, talented young woman willingly gave away a life she herself said she loved.

Darcy Sautelet

Saturday, September 3, 2011 – A sheriff department’s plan to catch the stalker

In the morning, I sent our neighbor Elliott a text, “Last night was great – nothing happened.  I hope tonight is quiet as well.  The officers are still patrolling a few different times at night.”  Elliott sent me back a text with all his contact information and reminded me if anything happens, and Morgan gets scared she can always call him, or come over to their house, where he had showed me where they hide the front door key.  I don’t know why, but I was getting that really strange gut feeling that this somehow sounded wrong.  Seems silly I know – he was just trying to be helpful and kind. But my mother lion instinct had me questioning everyone and everything.
 
Morgan went off to visit friends and Steve and I raked and watered every patch of dirt around the house to catch any shoeprints.  On one hand, no one cared about the prints, so why bother?  On the other hand, Steve was fixated on determining how this stalker was coming and going so easily right under our noses.  We had to face the fact that the stalker was really good at hiding, and concealing himself.
 
Steve spent the afternoon following the few trails on the berm out back.  He found a well worn trail behind Brooke’s house and he thought it was significant.  He also thought it could be someone’s trail to Highway 82, which was right behind Brookes‘s dad’s house.  It bothered me that Steve was always looking for an innocent explanation.  The sheriff deputies were much quicker than us to fixate on a person.  They were not interested in our suspect list.  They just wanted to know who we thought it was.  A couple of suspicious actions, and they had their man.  For Morgan neither way was working, the sheriffs were never close to catching him, and we were never close to catching him – there has to be something better.
 
Approximately 10:00 pm Morgan called to confirm she was going to spend the night at a friend’s house.  I was in my office, in the very front of the house, it overlooks the driveway. The window was open a few inches for fresh air, as it was very hot while I was in my office, and the paddle fan was spreading the cool air coming from the window, throughout the room. The instant I told Morgan I would see her in the morning (I had her on speaker phone), and to sleep tight, a large rock or something struck my window.  It was unexpected, and really loud!  I jumped, expecting shattered glass, which did not happen, and called out for Steve.  Our dog Tessi had been lying on the floor right next to where I was standing and when the “BANG” hit the window she didn’t bark but she JUMPED too!
 
I ran out front, pepper spray in hand, in my robe, ready for a confrontation.  I wanted to call out into the darkness and challenge him, dare him to show his face.  Steve was by my side, and as I started to explain he wanted to go inside first.  He wanted me to call dispatch, and then go to a quiet room with the windows closed, and at least try not to have this stalker hear everything we were saying. 
 
A few minutes later one of the deputy called back , and Steve talked to him.  They said they were going to try to bring a tracking dog, and wanted us to stay inside until they got there so as not to contaminate the scene with our scent.
 
I think that after spending most of the day in the yard our scent is everywhere already, but I am happy they are at last giving the dog a chance.  It seemed like forever, and I kept hearing noises outside, hard to explain, but they were like taunting noises. The motion detector alarms kept going off, and I knew he was right out there. It was driving me crazy.  Steve and I were soon fighting about running outside to chase him down, or waiting for the dog.
 
Finally I just absolutely could not take it any longer.  Having a rock smash into the window as I sat at my desk, allowed me feel first hand what this was like for Morgan, it was horrible, and I wanted this guy now.  I told Steve I was going out to catch him, and if he didn’t want to, he could just wait inside.  Steve tried to talk me out of it, and when he saw there was no chance of that happening, he said he would go outside, do one sweep around the house, and then stand up on the berm – but only if I agreed to stay inside and manned the phones. I said OK and he was gone.  It didn’t take long to discover I had made a huge mistake.
 
The sheriff’s deputies were not bringing a dog, that was only an excuse to keep us inside.  Deputies had parked far away and were closing on the house from all angles – this was a really good protocol to catch the stalker.  Poor Steve saw someone trying to hide on the side yard, and thinking he finally had the B… he charged, pepper spray in his hand.  Big mistake! He came perilously close to almost actually pepper spraying a deputy right in the face…Steve was shaking.  I watched the driveway out my office window as Steve and the deputy shook their heads and talked, then another joined in, then another.  Soon there were four of them with Steve, and I could see at least two more out in the street. 
 
They were suddenly on the move and Steve had unfortunately stopped them, then he ran back to the house and stuck his head in the door, “We just blew that plan, you stay in the house, they are going to interview Keenan.”      
 
The group was marching quickly down the street, and my cell phone was ringing. It was Rhonda next door, she was out in her yard, and she said, “there are cops everywhere!”
She wondered if I knew what the H… was going on?  I explained, and she wanted me to join her in the front, but I told her I told that I promised Steve I  would stay inside, it wasn’t easy, but I did.
 
From the end of her driveway she could see Brooke ‘s house.  We stayed on the phone and she gave me constant updates, she could see Steve out in the street.  The sheriffs were banging on the Brooke’s front door.  Nobody was answering.  Deputies were circling the house, there were flashlights everywhere, this whole thing was creeping her out.  I felt so bad for Rhonda, she was caught in the middle of this stalking, and was always the last to know.
 
The deputies persisted on knocking on Brooke‘s door.  I called Steve to see what he knew.  They wanted to talk with Keenan, but nobody was answering. He had seen movement in the front room, but didn’t know who, or how many there were inside.  I told him to come home, I was scared he would get in their way, he agreed.  I truly believe these officers were amazing – they really wanted to catch the stalker, and in my opinion this was the closest they ever came to doing just that.
 
After Steve left, someone did finally answer the door, it was Brooke, Rhonda heard her out on the porch talking to the deputies and called me.  We found out a little later that she refused to let them in without a warrant.  She had said that Keenan was home, sleeping and she could not wake him up.  The deputies indicated they did not believe her. Nor do we, but there was nothing more they could do.
 
One by one they left and within five minutes of the last deputy leaving there were rocks on our back window.  All I could think of was, “Thank God Morgan wasn’t home for any of this.”  Steve was running out the back door, and I called dispatch. They were going to patrol off and on all night, but they would not come to the door so we would not see them, but they said please stay out of the yard.  I called Steve in, and we stood in the kitchen. Then I called Rhonda, and filled her in on what had happened.  She said they were talking to Brooke for a long time.  Keenan’s car was there, but she never saw him.  I told her Brooke said he was sleeping, and she couldn’t wake him.  Rhonda said, “Yeah, right!”  I agreed, we wanted to not jump and accuse the wrong person, but it was certainly getting hard.  As far as Steve could tell the two other people on top of our suspect list were not even home.  Even Elliott was gone.  A motion detector alarm beeped punctuating the futility we were feeling right now. Steve said, “If this is how he gets his rocks off, then he is having a wonderful evening.” I nodded and again I was so glad Morgan was not home for this.
 

The Gratitude Cross – Another Caring Soul

In July I showed up in Glenwood Springs to serve on jury duty.  What seemed to be a drag, turned out to be a wonderful experience for me, because of the people I met.  I never got picked to be on the jury, but all those days that I sat on the hard benches in the courthouse waiting for my turn to be questioned, I was able to meet some wonderful people.  One of those people was Susie Hoeppli.

I was having a hard time with the pain in my heart, over the loss of Morgan…it was such a deep, searing pain, and Susie picked up on it immediately.  She told me about the Gratitude Cross that her father had designed before his death – she had not launched the website yet, but was going to be shortly.  She gave me a rubber bracelet that said, ASK, BELIEVE, and RECEIVE.  I put it on and wore it the rest of the week.  Every time I started to feel low I would pull on the bracelet, and pray for help from others in our fight for justice for Morgan, and all others, then in my heart I started to believe it would happen, and sure enough it did.  Now all of you that are reading this are really going to make things happen, because of your huge hearts, minds, and caring souls.

Then on my birthday Susie gave me a silver Gratitude Cross to wear – I love it so much!  I know some of you think it may be silly that a piece of jewelry could bring you comfort, but for me it does.  Not only is it beautiful, but it lies right over your heart chakra, and during the day when I start to feel the hurt inside of me I just put my hand over it as it lies over my heart chakra, and I get such a warm feeling of love coming through.

If you know anyone that is going through a hard time, and might need something like this to get them through, please check out the Gratitude Cross website at www.gratitudecross.com