Another thing that went through my mind as far as being a hitman goes is that hitmen generally get paid well. Money up front, the balance paid after the hit. Two into the head and he's on his way home. With a pile of money in his pocket and the promise of more coming, why is SP rummaging around and vandalizing like a juvenile delinquent waiting for his grandma to pick him up from his class Halloween party? Is that what hitmen do? Wear an outfit that makes them the most noticeable in a crowd? An idiotic choice that (providentially for SP) worked out in his favor. What's the motivation for that? Why not a ski mask and a pair of Adidas?
A police uniform that screams LOOK AT ME? Why THAT choice?
I thought seriously about stalking. To you and I, Missy went about her life as routinely as any of us. The kids were taken here or there, school activities, household activities, shopping, get togethers with family and friends, social media conversations, and the fitness program. Really, the only dependable, documented, regimented, repetitious behavior that had a time stamp were the morning workouts and her insistence they would go on rain or shine. This information wasn't shared between the campers alone. It was shared with the entire planet via her postings on the web. Ouch. That one really rankles. Was it just an encouragement to motivate her campers or an indication of her determination and mindset? It can be taken two ways. Was it enough for SP, looking to shoot a fish in a barrel so to speak, to assemble his tools and disguise beforehand, and hope she showed up, on that night, in a downpour...when tomorrow would do? After all, there was always tomorrow, a clearer day, a better assurance she would be there during less treacherous weather? Missy's online posts about time and place drew a target around her and placed her squarely at it's center. Absent murderous intent by someone taking notes, it was as innocent as posting the time and place for a Girl Scout meeting. So many variables that could scuttle any well laid plans with assassination their goal. A troubled teenager wanting to get back at the church for some reason?
I'm troubled by the security system and the congregation elders (and maybe some parishioners) knowing of flaws in the system. The on-again-off-again security cameras outside. The poor maintenance of those cameras. The oddly placed and few cameras inside. SP's casual strolls between them. Was he a member of their congregation past or present, the teen youth group? A troubled teenager with knowledge of the weakened security system, a thing for Missy, an itchy trigger finger and a gun at home waiting to give them relief or imagined stature among his peers? Maybe.
As I mentioned before, within the parameters of contact and work I've done with both the mental health and criminal justice system, I've learned that participation in crime requires a specific level of intelligence. It ranges from dumb as a stick to genius level. (I once knew a burglar who managed to break through the roof of a drugstore. He fell on a display case that had a rack of sunglasses on it. The glasses went scattering all over the floor mixed in with shards of glass. In the heat of the moment, he lost his own glasses in that pile. When the PD arrived, they found him on his knees, blind as a bat, searching for his glasses. That's how he go caught.)FBI profilers use the manner and sophistication of crimes as an indicator of experience. They look at a crime scene and ascertain what thought processes produced what behaviors that left a human being dead at the hands of someone unknown. Experience matters. SP shows little signs of experience or maturity. To my way of thinking SP isn't someone I'd hire to kill someone I most assuredly wanted dead. SP isn't hiding in the woods with a rifle, looking through a telescopic lens and killing her as she's exiting her vehicle in the very place and at the precise time she advertised.
He's inside, poking around, about to turn the wrong (right) doorknob and getting the shock of his life. Missy.