We are learning, in drips and drabs, more about what went on in rooms 32-134/135 at the Mandalay Bay. And it’s troubling as hell.
Las Vegas Metro Police Sheriff Joseph Lombardo came right out and said it:
“Do you think this was all accomplished on his own?” Lombardo said to reporters on Wednesday. “Self value, face value, you got to make the assumption that he had to have had some help at some point. And we want to ensure that that’s the answer. Maybe he’s a super guy … [he] was working out all of this on his own. But it’d be hard for me to believe that.”
That would mean there’s someone at large, someone who helped Paddock. His girlfriend Marilou Danley lawyered up and said she had no clue about the shooting, though she claimed through her lawyer she is cooperating with investigators. She was in the Philippines so her alibi is fairly strong (maybe too strong).
I am no investigator, but the FBI and local police have got to have their neck hairs standing up at every detail.
Yes, there was some note paper in the hotel room, but no suicide note, according to Lombardo. Yet Paddock killed himself despite evidence suggesting he planned to escape. I don’t normally cite ZeroHedge, but in this case, the “16 questions” are actually fairly good (most of them). Much of it goes to motive. Why that particular event? How did Paddock get all those guns, 50 lbs of Tannerite, several thousand rounds of ammunition, various electronic devices and cameras up to his room?
How did he buy more than 30 firearms, some very expensive and customized, in a year without anyone raising suspicion? Maybe his cover story was that he’s just a gun enthusiast and collector. But where are his shooting buddies? Who saw him at the range?
If he was a collector and enthusiast, but never went to the range or practiced, how did he have the stamina to fire up to four or more “bump stock” equipped AR-15s on bipods, emptying magazine after magazine. It’s not like a video game “pew pew.” Shooting at that pace with those weapons would challenge anyone’s shoulder and arm muscles. And Paddock didn’t appear to be a muscular guy.
Why did Paddock shoot out of two windows facing two different directions, when only one gave him a clear field of fire to the festival? He apparently requested a specific room, or did he? Based on reports, he was well-known in the hotel as a gambler and a very particular guest with specific requirements regarding allergens and cleaning products.
As a small army of investigators (Lombardo said more than a hundred) follows up these details, it seems that more questions are being generated than we have answers for. Or maybe the police and FBI have answers, but aren’t saying until they can make some arrests.
But one thing seems more and more certain: the “lone wolf” narrative is falling apart.
Maybe Paddock was a sick and dangerous man. Obviously, to do what he did, he had to have some kind of mental break or total lack of conscience. But if he had help that would indicate more than just a mental break. People don’t talk others into helping with their murderous fantasies–there has to be a different motive.
Or is it all just speculation at a very confusing and contradictory pile of evidence?
This story is deeper than we ever thought and it could be a while before we have any real answers. Unfortunately, the longer we go without them, the more conspiracy and crackpot theories wind their way through the Internet.
And more chilling: the more some copycat might decide to act on a deadly fantasy.