I keep wondering...why did it take the daughters alerting BM that they could not reach their mom? Wouldn't BM have been trying to reach her, himself? I would think that a loving, caring husband would have tried to call his wife himself, and be alarmed that he was not able to get her. Perhaps I have missed that info, but from what I have read, the daughters are the ones who raised the alarm, by calling him to tell him they could not reach her.
Please enlighten me, if I have that information wrong. Have read that it was only after the daughters could not reach her, that BM asked the neighbor to check on her.
I believe, in one of his narratives, he claims he called her and got voicemail.
This is interesting...
If his mental scenario was a 9 am bike ride, on a bike that may not have been repaired, perhaps he was expecting the girls to arrive home early, like noon. But if they were in fact delayed, HE had to delay himself, but likely he felt, for the bike story to fly, that it needed to be found before nightfall. His own hyper focus on that may alone have read suspicious.
Can't help but to wonder, if he'd never said anything about the bike on Sunday and it wasn't located until daybreak on Monday, how the first 24 hours would have unfolded.
Of course, there's still the issue of the house being locked down immediately. Something caused an alert. Bleach, for one.
If he did shop in Salida on May 9th, those receipts will be fascinating. We've seen, in other cases, purchases of trash bags, cleaners, etc. Perhaps we'll see the same here. Same receipt, a Mother's Day card? Or did he overlook that step? Oopsies.
And was Suzanne really seen in Salida on the 9th at 4pm, or was that another detail inserted by BM himself? Misremembering FRIDAY'S take out sighting, you know because he wasn't right in his head? Conveniently re-remembering it and moving it to Saturday, to go along with his hike-bike-happiness story.
It was in one person and one person alone's best interest to keep Suzanne outwardly "alive" on Saturday.
And that brings us to Sunday. The conscience knows. When he left her, wherever he left her, she was "sleeping". A slumber from which there is no waking.
Oh, Suzanne.
JMO