I remain stuck on the 4 hours. What was he doing for those 4 hours?
If he wasn't driving, he was doing something.
Rolling back the stone on a sealed mine?
Hiking a couple miles up a mountain?
Planting a tree?
Field dressing a doe?
It was time-consuming, whatever it was.
JMO
Indeed,
@Megnut...
What
was he doing??
I remain of the belief that, having commenced/completed Operation Soon-to-be Former Spouse,
but earlier than [cunningly] planned, BM's head was spinning nearly out of control.
(Proto: IE on steroids
?)
So much to do; so little time to do it.
Barry boy, ya'gotta...
- revise
- modify
- rework
- complete
- re-script
- "trouble-shoot",
-
et cetera.!!
Virtually every former aspect of the deed and its obfuscation had to be altered post haste; then
critiqued, addressing potential pitfalls, inconsistancies, etc.
IMO, this would be too much for even (1) the most astute criminal genius to undertake, let alone (2) doing so successfully.
Which - btw - our prime suspect (1) was not, and (2) did not do. ->

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{As well, and
nota bene: Could this explain his impulsive
, {I suggest compulsive}, babbling with LE, [+ everyone else whom he believed might benefit him by advancing his version(s) of 9-10 May 2020]? Knowing that prevarication had been the keystone of his unqualified financial success and social esteem, I submit that Barry, incapable of re-inventing himself, had nowhere to go but to embellish/wing-it from almost the get-go.
Afterall -
ran barythink - it would be a likely lock to 'prove' his own innocence... most assuredly... and do so beyond the reasonable doubt of any one of these keystone kops.
He'd succeeded in this tack, many of us opine, for most of his life. And so, he persisted quite comfortably in his facade until he was manacled over a year later. And so, our gored
El Buffador Supremo is carried unceremoniously from the Ring.
Olé !

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All flowing from our protagonist's f
atal flaw:
Ego *
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Cuckholded by some where/whoever-he-is "Jeff" person, Suzanne's insubordinate new verve and sense-of-self, her immoral inattention to his husbandly needs, the resolve and pace with which his wife was setting the table for
her imminent, ungrateful, sinful desertion - and obtw
his public humiliation...
In essence, this looming failure - likely perceived by Barry as a virtual first in his life - to wit: his
impotence in controlling Suzanne's imminent, new life -
- triggered in him irresistible, blind rage and quite likely uncontrollable violence.
Ghastly.
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[No.I'm Barry Morphew and none of is going to happen. I shall continue to "keep" the presently distracted love of my life, Suzanne. True, not sharing our earthly lives as we have, but, and as our mutual god allows, keeping her free from sin until we resume our shared lives in heaven].
Rubbish.
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Ego, for sure.
IMHO,
Likewise all of the prose above.
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Adding just this last shot:
Barry remained proximate to his crime scene.
Too much, by far, on his plate.
Wholely new processes to conjugate.
Be no dilly-dallying.
Not enough time.
Roughly finish things right here and be done with it. Jack-up the 350 and crank-on some distracting telemetrics - 14 or so miles to nowhere?... worth a try...opening closing doors/windows while loading to-be-trashed-later bags of domestic stuff.
No time.
Need to get away from here if I'm to think more clealrly.
Forget perfection.
Shakespeare
Perfection's an off- budget luxury.
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*
And playing-off former President Harry Truman's observation re. the congruence of past with present...
There's nothing new on either human nature or 'fatal' flaws
that's not been tragified by the Bard.
Apart
(perhaps?) from those writings which,
despite being assigned reading,
you may have disrespectfully 'Cliff-Note'd
