I would think it might be difficult to keep a guy whose web handle includes the words "nomad.static" corralled. There's no doubt that BL had handlers. He knew what he had done. Recently throttling your long term girlfriend isn't something that slips your mind. The Laundries had an elephant in the room...they knew it and they knew early on. Brian had hurled a hydrogen bomb into their world. Imagine any future plans you have dissolving. Imagine your financial coffers out of the black and deep into the red. Imagine your business vanishing. Imagine auctioning off your properties to pay lawyer's fees and bail (if it could be had). Imagine all of that - and here he is walking barefoot through the living room to grab a sandwich in the kitchen. How does that go down behind closed doors? On account of you - no retirement, financial ruin, god knows what else?
Was Brian a kind and loving, gregarious child, eager to please, a joy to parent? Was he a sullen, angry, cloistered kid who defied the L's at every turn and held them at bay with with an unpredictable temper? We don't know. And who knows how to handle this Godzilla of a situation raging through your personal village of hope and future? Call a lawyer. Lawyers know about this stuff. We're way out of our league here. Turns out the lawyering was way out of it's league too. Maybe reeling BL back from the crime scene wasn't such a good idea. Might have been better to let him do his nomad thing: crawl to the Appalachians and hide among people who don't ask questions and assume pseudonyms like Bear Whistle, Stone Crop or Sky Watcher. He did try to hitch out and away from the scene, but within scant hours (a few phone calls later?), he was back in the van heading for Florida. Someone convinced him a lawyer was a better gamble than a gambol away from a corpse near a park. Handlers.
I thought his handlers would have the common sense to get BL out of town and into a safe house, at least. Buy some time waiting for body discovery (if any), warrants, cops all over the place. Space and time to survey the lay of the legal landscape. Nope. The handlers decide the best thing to quell the furies rattling around in BL's brain is to clip his wings, bottle him up in his bedroom, and try to get him to obey rules. A man kept by some blurry mistress called The Law. The nomad held at bay...I don't think so - and nary a councilor, therapist, guru, or good buddy in sight to help him get his sea legs in an ocean of whupass.
Brian was coerced into believing his handlers would...handle it. I suspect he realized that wasn't happening. Siphoning that through unfathomable brain wreckage doesn't leave you with a he** of a lot of answers...or hope.
MOOing as usual.