This is all so heart-breaking.
We're all here, trying to make sense of senseless nightmare sequence. I put my trust in law enforcement because thankfully they know more than we do. They know why two cars caught their attention, they know what the crime scene looked like, they have a sense of how long the violence in the home lasted, they know where the deceased died and what additional injuries they may have had. They know whether the parents were dressed or in sleepwear. They know where they found Denise's cellphone. They know if there was torture, assaults.... they know what weapons were used.... we just know it was violent...
We don't know why this happened, short of evil crawling up from the netherworld to inflict maximum terror on a good family.... to think that, earlier in the day, Denise was giving gifts to everyone at a family party only to die at the hands of the ugliest side of humanity.
If this was a spontaneous home invasion, one has to wonder how the perp or perps intended for it to go down. Did they (I think it had to be multiple people) bring weapons TO kill or TO intimidate? Did they BRING weapons? Perhaps the father cane to the door with a weapon, for self-defense only to have it wrenched from him.... at what moment did he realize that unbridled evil was at his door?
We say we wouldn't answer the door at midnight... but no one thinks a murderer is there. . . easily he could've anticipated a motorist, in need.... so in keeping with what we've learned. Giving, helpful, kind.... I myself might open the door, particularly if the person at my door looked harmless. .. no car... or a woman....
OR but not too long ago, on a Friday even, just after I listed my house to sell, I was ensconced in my bedroom, in for the night, when I heard my storm door open. Odd, I never have company, unannounced. I thought briefly about playing possum, in the hopes whoever it was would go away. But then I remembered that it could be a realtor! I panicked, thinking I missed a scheduled showing. I went to my door, fully intending and expecting to apologize to a realtor for not being ready for his showing. As I reached the door, I could see him, through my paned front door, fiddling with my lockbox. I saved him the trouble, opening the door for him. Imagine my horror when I realized this was no realtor. For a brief moment time stopped. I stared at him. He stared at me. As a woman, and a woman with a disability, I knew how vulnerable I was and I just opened my door to an intruder. Well, as much as I was shocked to see him, he was shocked to see me. He took off. On his bike. Eventually he was arrested on breaking and entering elsewhere, petty theft. Garden variety thief. Lucky for me. But my point is how easy it is for good, trusting folks to open the door...
I am so sad that Denise and James experienced the worst of what the world has to offer.
I pray that Law Enforcement can bring some kind of justice to this awful situation, beginning by bringing Jayme home.
