There doesn't seem to be anything paranormal about this case at all.
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Sorry, I have no idea what he might have done with the car but any of your situations are possible, not able to think like him without considering the consequences. 20 miles in any direction from their house with the exception of east is full of roads and neighborhoods. And the weather in Colo draws both natives and newcomers to be out and about all the time. ALL days of the hours and night.
Sadly, a woman's body found by a bill board along the high way not too far from them a couple decades ago, but back then that stretch of I-25 was still a lot of fields, (agricultural, idle agricultural, and some cattle), the Watt's neighborhood did not exist til recently, just one building on that intersection (SW), a gas station that had a restaurant there on an off over the years-a mile or two or 10 in every direction, all fields.
Something from a link someone posted here a couple months ago has stuck with me in my mind. It said that the killers like these need the immediate "release or gratification" more than considering the required cover-up need afterwards. Then I recall that awful heavy metal band song he looked up the lyrics to afterwards (this is so disturbing to me).
I'd love to tell you more, I do not have any answers, and appreciate your question and opportunity to put some thoughts down in print instead of in my mind. I'm still saddened and disturbed about this though CW got what he deserves.
Thank you. That's why I would like to see some photos. I'm going by maps and Google. I do believe he had SOMETHING planned, using the Lexus, to create an illusion of SW and the girls leaving.
So true. He will never own a home or car, rent an apartment, have a bank account (other than the commissary account), go to a movie, party, the dunes, a park, or a restaurant. He will never decide what he wants for breakfast, lunch, or dinner. No more; "Hey, I feel like Mexican and a Margarita tonight," No more grilling and no more backyards. No more clothing shopping or choices. No more "calling in sick" to take a day off. No more vacations. No more credit cards. Or gift cards (does the commissary sell/take gift cards?)! No more concerts. No more relaxing hot baths or long showers. No more trips, business or pleasure. No more running down to the convenience store for a snack or drink. No more having a voice in how his life is run. All of the things that most of us do and take for granted, he'll never do again, for the rest of his life. He now lives in the belly of the beast; always in danger, always being told what to do, and always being just a convict with a number. The celebrity will wear off, interest will wane, and he'll be a very small part of a very large population of losers, monsters, and hopeless men.
