This just hit me again.
Barry's entry into his home.
He entered it calmly.
It wasn't just that he didn't look around for Suzanne but that he didn't look for (or even pretend to look for) any clues to her intention for the day! He should, at a minimum, have been pretending that he didn't know what had become of her. He, as the spouse, he as the last one home with Suzanne, he as the one who ostensibly would know her habits best (more than, say, a teenage daughter's teenage boyfriend), you'd think he'd be able to assess quite a bit. Few lights on, was this how the house was found? Night lights on, she must've left early. No lights on, must've been well into morning when she left. And notes, anything at her desk? Her daily planner, any clue there? What's missing? Officer, can I look or can you? See if she took her jacket, her purse, some cash, her medication....
It's certainly peculiar that, after 3 hours on the road, helpless as you'd imagine an innocent spouse would feel, it doesn’t look like he'd utilized all that idle time to firm up his questions, to lay out whom to call, where to look, any and all of the places she might be.
Can I check the sink, the trash? See if she had breakfast? Lunch? See if I can find her phone. Surely she took it with her but ....
To our knowledge, in any of his conversations with Ritters, he didn't suggest a roster of names, people who could've picked Suzanne up. Maybe she'd gone with someone else... thrown her bike in their car. Off on a long explore...
Know what else? I don't think he asked Ritters to look in Suzanne's RR for her bike. Which seems to be where she kept it and where one might expect it to be.
Yes, Barry said he took her bike out, but if Suzanne was going on a bike ride on Sunday -- you know, if she wasn't dead -- how'd Barry know she didn't put it back in her RR? Maybe her bike was safe in her RR and Suzanne was safe, off with a friend?
Whoop, there it is.
Everyone else was trying to arrive at an explanation which would render Suzanne findable -- and alive. No one wants to think the worst, not until it's all that's left. Where could she be? she has to be somewhere....
Nope. Barry, and Barry alone, was ready to accept that she was gone. Gone, gone. Was it.... lion? Mmmmouuuuuuntaaaaaain liiiiiiion...
What's that rule? Hear hooves, think horses. More common than zebras. Most people most of the time are safe. Think horses. Reason it out. Call around. Search systematically. Then frantically. Keep thinking, keep looking, keep hope alive.
Nope, not Barry. In fact not only did Barry skip over the horse hooves, he skipped right over the zebra hooves and went straight to mountain lion feet.
Please tell me anyone who jumps right to a worst case scenario. When there's still a possibility their loved one may be somewhere reasonable, just someplace no one's yet thought to look.
It's almost as if Barry wanted them to find her bike, find her baby blue bike helmet, find her biking clothes and then clear him.
A gargantuan non sequitur if ever I've seen one.
Said this before, IMO Barry looked like someone entering his home, knowing it would look just like he left it.
JMO