I think it’s very easy to think we know what we’d do, especially with hindsight and the extensive knowledge of just HOW unhinged BLC was. But I guess it was kinda sudden she got this pleas for help, and as someone she’s always known as a friend she was happy to help. Then when inklings come in, I imagine even if there were small alarm bells, it’s human to try to dismiss them. After all we don’t *truly* expect a longtime pal to be a murderer, and using your accommodations to try to conceal blood and evidence. Especially as cop and a former cop.
Same with the Housemates seeing (what they thought was) a whole can worth of ‘beetroot juice’ in the back yard and how they could misinterpret the other blood spatters around the house. My immediate thought was their brains rationalised those spatters (this assuming there was any inthe main communal spaces) as something like red wine splashed around drunkenly.
similarly with the gunshots. I admit I was immediately “how the hell could No one have heard/reported gunshots in those tiny, thin walled terraced houses?! (Having lived in one not far away)
But saying that, I heard what sounded like a series of gunshots last week. I did note down the time and how many (thanks to being here!) but I didn’t report it because.. it’s Australia and we are as a collective, thankfully incredibly unfamiliar with gun crime and thus it’s kind of the last thing I’d think it was, over “oh a car backfiring”.
These are all things that hindsight are 20/20 in of course. I imagine this friend, neighbours who heard the shots and dismissed them for what they were, the woman who was taken along as an alibi, the poor housemates, will have a VERY hard road ahead of them with all the “how could I have not known” and “what ifs”.
The havoc and immense pain this utter **** has inflicted, reaches far and wide and forever.
And all because he didn’t like being told “no”.
Moo