IT FINALLY SORTS OUT!
As we learn more, I’m sorting through prior theories to come up with the most likely scenario.
[[[In having followed this since the third week of May, 2020, full time for over two years on multiple platforms, it finally falls into place.]]]
The first big surprise was the haphazard idiotic way he disposed of her. A flat land desolate area? Shallow grave? That alone tells us it was NOT a planned murder! This was an unplanned rage killing, haphazardly carried out! MassGuy’s summary of Barry’s dumb mistakes and lies bears it out. Not premeditated but it hardly matters since he will die in prison in either case.
I thought for years that he had dropped her in an old mining hole-in-the-ground he discovered when hunting, under 10 miles from Puma Path. Later, we found out that LE agreed. When I discovered the amount of snow in the mid and high lands that early May, I abandoned it. He could not risk leaving tracks, going off the road or getting stuck.
The only alternative would be that he dropped her in a dumpster when he loitered in Broomfield Sun. morning. (I discarded the idea that he would go south to flatlands. Who would be that stupid?) Was he stupid like a fox or just stupid?
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Saturday, Barry must have reflected on Suzanne’s most recent actions. She blew his socks off when she said “done” a few days earlier. Thursday and Friday, he went about his business grading the lot by the river, the seething rage likely had him thinking: “I’ll kill her! She’s not taking half the money I earned with my blood, sweat and tears for 30 years! (They had near $3 mil. in assets with the two houses, silver investments, etc..) If I can’t have her nobody else can!”
But, Suzanne knew him well and she was smarter. She had put up with his childish macho crap for a long time. She wasn’t afraid as she picked a week when the girls jeered gone. She became amenable. “Let’s go to town and eat out!” “Let’s have lunch, I made soup!” They discussed the girls visitation. She played him like a fiddle. Going into the fateful Saturday, Barry might have thought - Maybe I can win her over?”
Coming back from town, Barry phoned her over and over. She was busy. She had been sexting with Jeff Libler. Paraphrasing: Jeff said Wanna get naked? She said let’s do it on a certain website. The FBI said this wasn’t the first time.
Let’s remember related facts. The bedroom door had been forced open, breaking the trim. Suzanne gouged his hands and arms with her fingernails.
At this point it becomes logic and informed speculation.
What makes sense is that Barry came into the house, pissed for having been ignored in his calls. He came to the closed bedroom door and something caused him to shoulder it open. Maybe she didn’t answer his knocks and and he broke the door trim and saw her naked with her cell phone. Maybe he heard her sexting and recording “Oh Jeff baby”. Or something else. Once inside Suzanne likely bolted for the bathroom and he caught her and strangled her. After all, he had a big torso and was push-up king at the gym. He didn’t need a dart, gun or knife. Any bodily fluids on the tile floor were easily cleaned up.
Mental panic ensued. Imagine the adrenaline rush! No wonder he crashed at the motel Sunday!
Through all off this Barry came up with a plan:
… I’ll toss her bike in the ravine. I’ll toss her helmet in the woods going west. Those stupid cops will think she was abducted and the bad guys are westbound.
… I’ll dump her body south! The cops will never find her.
… I’m going NorthEast!
… They’ll never figure it out!
… And he was right. Her body was found by accident.
