Today started out OK – last night was quiet. The grandchildren slept over and Dave, Steve’s friend, still never answered his phone. Steve decided to drive into Aspen extra early, and go straight to Dave’s house. He wanted to check up on him, and deliver the food, since we were unable to last night. We felt terrible, because we knew Dave never wanted to accept help, but he had just returned from the hospital, and couldn’t really do much of anything for himself. We were still in disbelief in regards to everything that was happening with the stalker, the sheriff’s dead batteries, and just about everything else. Morgan was losing hope in the sheriff’s department, and so were we. We were trying to come up with ideas – then everything turned black.
Steve got to town, and went straight to his friend Dave’s place. He knocked and knocked…yelled Dave’s name – nothing. He called their other friend to tell him what was happening – his other friend told him where the key was hidden, and said he was on his way. Steve opened the door, went inside and found Dave on the couch – he was not moving (Dave had already been dead for quite awhile, but Steve had no way of knowing), Steve called 911 and started CPR. By the time his other friend arrived, and the EMT’s had gotten there to take over, it seemed like a lifetime to Steve. He was devastated. He called me to tell me what had happened, and was so shaken up he couldn’t drive his truck home for hours. This was our first dark, dark day – we never realized that the darkness would be returning again on December 2nd.
I didn’t read my emails until later in the day – there were 2 emails from Detective Glassmire. They were both from yesterday, after they left our house. He said when they stopped at Starbucks in Rifle they saw a Green Ford Fiesta with a female driver. They jotted down the license (don’t ask me why since it was in Rifle, not Glenwood or Carbondale, and it had a female driver), and it wasn’t registered to Keenan so what was the point? He mentions they are all doing this to follow up on any sightings of a vehicle they think might be Keenan’s and to let us know this could be the vehicle witnesses have seen near Thunder River Market. Are you kidding me? Morgan said whenever she saw his car at the Thunder River intersection she saw Keenan in it, and now I feel like this email is trying to make it sound like it’s not him that she is seeing in the car. The next email he sends me says an off duty deputy saw one at the Rifle Walmart registered to a couple somewhere else, and mentions these cars are a little more popular than we thought. I am now thinking, OK – this is a little ridiculous at this point, do you know how far away Rifle is from the Thunder River Intersection? Am I supposed to feel like they are actually watching out for this car and Keenan, or just trying to make excuses? At this point I still trust them, but it’s starting to wear a little thin.
Morgan gets a text message from her sister that says, “I wish you could come here soooooo bad!!! I need help with my shows & I miss you!!” (She really just wants to get Morgan out of Colorado) Morgan answers, “I miss you! I just can’t ditch out on Wylah and ballet. :(” Her sister texts back, “When is ballet over? Maybe Mom can watch the dog…I need my Morgana!” Morgan writes back, “In December. I can’t leave Wylah though. I’d be so sad.” Her sister writes back, “:( you could Skype with her.” Morgan says, “Haha I don’t think that would do it unfortunately.” Her sister says, “Fine!” Morgan says, “I love you!!!” And her sister says, “I love you!!!” When I read these texts now I remember Morgan’s older sister calling me on the phone later, and chastising me for not forcing Morgan to go stay with her to get her away from the stalker. She was starting to panic, she had a really bad feeling (she was very intuitive and always had been), and she was getting upset with me, because she wasn’t getting anywhere trying to convince Morgan to leave. I explained to her that Morgan was 20 years old, she was a Leo, and very stubborn, and I couldn’t make her do anything. I explained that I wanted her to leave too – I pleaded with her to go back to visit her Godparents in Hawaii for a while (that was pretty far away), and I would take care of her puppy, but she wouldn’t do it – she didn’t want the stalker to force her to leave and she was also concerned that if she left, and he followed her then what would she do?
At 8:46 pm Morgan sent me a text to say, “On my way.” I watched for her to drive up so I could meet her in the driveway as usual. Morgan spent some time watching TV and knitting. She was making homemade Christmas presents as usual…here is a picture of the gloves she was making at the time (she looks so worn out, but still her happy self). She almost finished the present before she was killed.