For me, it is
very interesting that AG was found wearing her coat. In her garage. A caller would likely come to a door, presumably the front door, and if AG was inclined to answer door-knocks from unknown callers, she presumably wouldn't have been wearing her coat.
Where would an intruder break in, if the intent was to sexually assault AG and/or kill her? Would an intruder enter through a window? Pick the lock or break down a door? Or press the code for the garage door and happen to get lucky with the right code to make it open?
Why would AG have put on her coat if a stranger had broken into her garage? Considering how paranoid she seemed to be about her personal privacy, wouldn't she have just called police if she heard someone unknown, uninvited, and unscheduled in her garage? Even if not, would she have put on her coat and locked up her dogs before being bold enough to check it out on her own? All I know is that if it were me in her shoes, I would've been scared to death if I heard someone in my garage, and would've called 911 and perhaps a neighbour. And I would've utilized my apparently-viciously-protective dogs to hopefully protect me, rather than locking them up.
---
When he visited, Phil would push the number code on the keypad outside the automatic garage door, meet her in the garage, then chat either inside or out. That was the routine.
....
On the morning of Dec. 30, Phil said, he drove with his wife, Alex, from their apartment in west Hamilton to Quatrefoil, the restaurant where she worked. After dropping her off, he headed to Audrey's.
He turned his silver 2002 Hyundai Accent off Indian Trail into the driveway, past the small pond on the right and larger one on the left, and parked on the far side as he always did. He was bringing her some of her favourite cake. It was about 11 a.m.
He did not go to Audrey's front door. He always entered through the garage. He walked to the twin automatic garage doors outside.
He punched in the code on the keypad. The door rose. The Camaro was parked in its usual spot, both its doors closed.
That's when he saw her, he said, on the garage floor, lying on her back.
Had Audrey slipped and fallen on some ice, he wondered? Up close, he saw that was not the case.
She wore her winter coat. Her comfortable stretch pants were ripped.
Opinion | Audrey’s story continues