Stephanie told me that the bunker (that's what SHE called it) was extensive. She described a large HIDDEN area stocked with 10-years worth of food, living supplies, ammunition and guns! Stephie told me that it was so carefully hidden that you'd be able to "walk right over it and never know it was there." I know that POI & son went up there to put some kind of pepper around it to thwart the bears and any dogs that might be in the area. When I first heard about the BUNKER, I expressed my DEEP concern re the individuals she was hanging around. Steph's mother can again, corroborate all of what I'm saying. She was the ONLY other person that has the level of details I have; there might be a few people in this area she could have talked to about the Bunker, but by in large, it was "hush-hush," per POI.
The $ POI had auto-deposited to Stephanie's account came from two sources; 1) U-tube video $ and 2) the paralegal work he does for MD's somewhere in CA.
The key pad I'm referring to is an actual pad that you type numbers into. In addition to the key pad, there were 2 remotes (they function much like and resemble garage door openers). She ALWAYS had one of the remotes attached to the visor of her SUV (it was a BIG "no-no" for anyone to TOUCH her remote, it was ONLY supposed to live on her visor. There had been a recent, BIG blow-out over POI removing her remote and leaving it in the glove compartment of HIS truck several weeks before she disappeared. Anyone who knew Stephanie KNOWS about the remote rule, they also know that she NEVER, EVER leaves the doors to her home or her automobile unlocked.
When I arrived to check on her Sunday, July 7th, the back door to her home and the driver door of her car were both open. The remote was MISSING from her visor. The SUV was NOT parked in her usual spot, her SUV was parked OVER in spot #2, next to the tree. If you GPS the house, you'll see there are TWO areas where one would park, side by side. Steph would always park her SUV NEXT to the house because she would be unloading food and water (she'd fill gallon jugs from my house, liked the taste of my water better, her well had a slight sulfuric tinge), so she always parked next to the house.
Sissy never gave keys to POI or any of his "gang." She gave me keys and the spare remote, so if she ever lost them or needed them, she'd always know where they were.
She used to keep one when she was younger; as she got older, she would write small snippets of poetry and she made incredibly beautiful alters/art spaces, dedicated to the people she loved. There was an alter to her beloved Mama, and there was a beautiful space she created for us. Pictures, prayers, quotes, letters and cards we'd given her, acorns, dried flowers from my mother's garden, all of the silly things my son had given her over the years... She'd kept it all. I can't begin to express how painful it was to dismantle those love-sculptures. Still haven't been able to go through my box of treasures yet. I thought we'd wait until she was found before I reopen that wound.
