What REALLY Happened to Cindy Lynch?
According to Thunderbolt, Georgia police, on the night of 1/18/05, Cindy Lynch, a vibrant and pretty hairdresser, left her houseboat and went to her car in the marina parking lot. She talked to a few people on her cell phone for almost an hour and a half. At 11:30 pm, her husband, Chet Lynch, called her cell phone. At which time Cindy told him that she was loading some stuff into her car. At around the same time she was seen by a security guard in the marina. This is the last time anybody spoke to or saw a living Cindy Lynch.
On February 7, 2005 Cindy Lynch's body was pulled from the marina's waters, dead from drowning.
How, what and whatever went down the night of January 18 is not all that clear. For now, the coroner has determined that Cindy's blood alcohol level was at a .30, which would be a serious impairment to all cognitive and physical actions. For now, it is assumed that Cindy Lynch, in a drunken stupor, attempted return to her boat but fell into the water from the dock and drowned.
I don't believe this for a minute and neither do the police.
Because there's a bunch of strange circumstances surrounding the death of Cindy Lynch.
Many in Cindy's family assert that her husband, Chet, was involved in Cindy's death. Unfortunately it might well be impossible to prove if indeed it is true.
I saw Chet Lynch being interviewed twice on the Greta show. I do, as expected, have some opinions of the man and his obvious opportunism.
During the first interview Cindy's body had not yet been found. Yet even that early in the drama there were serious questions as to Cindy's cell phone activity and whether or not Cindy and Chet had an argument before Cindy left the house.
The lovely Chet Lynch refused to affirm whether or not he and his wife had been arguing that night. Greta brought up the unusual 83 minute cell phone conversation Cindy had with a male neighbor in the marina.
"You tell me why," Chet Lynch responded, eager to jump on that opportunity to cast aspersions on this turn of events.
I heard Chet Lynch say in my lying ears during that first interview that he-Chet- laid down around 9:30 pm. Around 11:00 pm he got up and looked around the boat for his wife. At 11:30 pm he phoned her on her cell phone and allegedly spoke to her. According to Chet, Cindy said she was finishing up some things for tomorrow and would be in shortly.
At 1:00 pm the following day, Chet Lynch reported his wife missing.
Mr. Lynch also asserted that such disappearances are not unusual for Cindy, who, he said, often took off for parts unknown.
Chet Lynch
Greta also interviewed Connie Mercer, Cindy's sister. Mercer said that while Cindy would sometimes go visit a friend, she always kept in touch with her family, especially her daughter. Yet after 11:30 pm that night, no one ever heard from Cindy Lynch again.
Mercer also provided some details as to Cindy's cell phone calls that night. Which included a call to a colleague to verify an assignment they had the following day, a short call to Mercer herself, and that strange 83 minute phone call to the marina neighbor.
Mercer said that Cindy was fine when she spoke to her around 8:00 pm, that their discussion was brief, concerning rodeo tickets and plans. However, Cindy's sister did state positively that Cindy often spoke of problems and ill will in her marriage to Chet Lynch.
There were some things going on, and some personal things that she had talked with her family about. And she told me that she felt that God's hand was working in her life and that something was going to happen. She did not know what, whether it was with her or her husband. But she felt like God's hand was at work in her life and something was going on.
Right here bells should be ringalinging in yon readers' heads. Anytime a person predicts danger and trouble in their surround, AND they should subsequently turn up dead, well there's usually a not so benign reason for it.
The recipient of that 83 minute phone call, a Sam Phillis, did give a few details about his phone call to Cindy, which lasted from 9:55-11:18 pm. Phillis stated that he and Cindy talked about a friend of Cindy's that Cindy wanted to set him up to meet. Beyond that, there's very little known about the content of that long phone call.
"I was sick, sad, although closure of some type, not knowing really what happened, it's been a mystery. But feeling relief and feeling sorry for Chet, absolutely feeling sorry for Chet and his family and feeling sorry Cindy," said Phillis.
There's a reason for the lack of details about that long phone call from Cindy Lynch to Sam Phillis. The public does not know those details as of yet but during a phone conversation lasting that long SOMETHING had to be said. And if what was discussed was so innocuous then why keep the details secret?
Now we know that Chet called his wife at 11:30 pm, which would be about ten minutes after Cindy ended her conversation with the marina neighbor. We also know that Cindy was last seen alive around that same time by a marine security guard.
Chet Lynch returned to Greta's AFTER Cindy's body was found and AFTER the damning toxicology report was published.
When Greta asked him if Cindy had a drinking problem, Chet did his usual attempt at being coy and cool.
Well you know, Greta, I haven't really wanted to discuss the private issues like that between my wife and I or between her. Cindy had a drinking problem. It's a disease, alcoholism (search) and I really don't want to just get into the details. That's just a private thing that's not going to do Cindy any good now.
I will say this about alcoholism and Cindy had a serious problem with that and I've been trying to get her help. I asked on numerous occasions different individuals, family, friends. And it was hard. I didn't get the help that I needed for that and Cindy was trying.
I think Cindy wanted help but that's a serious disease. If people have got a friend, family and loved ones they really need to take a closer look at it because it's caused a triple tragedy in my family. You know I've lost my wife, you know I've lost her family because of this.
So quick he was to jump on the alcoholism slant. When he didn't mention it during the first interview at which point he DID jump on that long phone call to the marina neighbor.
Oh, and Chet's attorney, a smarmier man than Chet if that's possible, was also on Greta. For that awful hairpiece alone he should be disbarred. Oh again, why did the very innocent Chet need a lawyer and why does the attorney go with him everywhere?
"Do everything you can at every chance you get to divert suspicion somewhere else," I can hear the smarmy attorney advise his client. "If an interviewer mentions the drinking, at first act as if you want to be discrete with family problems. Let the interviewer kind of pull it out of you, but however you do it, get it out there about Cindy's drinking problem."
And before the first interview, before Cindy's toxicology level was known, the smarmy lawyer might have advised: "Don't outright accuse the neighbor of anything but do your best to make the strangeness of your wife speaking with a male neighbor so shortly before her disappearance obvious."
Thus depending on what was known at interview time was the slant the lovely Chet cast upon the story.
Through various other sources I've learned that there were cuts and scrapes on Cindy's hands and face. Though these could have occurred as a result of her dead body bobbing around the dock it is nonetheless an important point.
Also through my research I've learned that Chet Lynch was involved in a number of questionable business activities and was often the target of lawsuits from customers and partners. Chet Lynch also had a lien against his boat from a court case settled in mid-December 2004.
So here's what I think happened to Cindy Lynch. Based on nothing but my own speculation and research on the little data available. Not to mention the words out of Chet Lynch himself.
Early in the evening on January 18, 2005, Cindy and Chet had an argument. Chet's failure to deny this is sufficient for me to believe it is true. Though arguments between husbands and wives occur all the time and do not necessarily result in murder, one can argue that there was an emotional mindset going on at the Lynchs that night that could have led to murder.
Cindy stormed off the houseboat and spent some time cooling down on her cell phone. Chet Lynch was very much aware of his wife's absence and was probably steaming. Likely he phoned Cindy several times on her cell phone with no answer. I assert that Chet was also phoning up this marina neighbor Sam Phillis who is alleged to be a friend of both Cindy and Chet Lynch. It's logical that Chet knew Phillis' phone number and judging by the fact that both of the phones were busy at the same time, Chet figured that Phillis and his wife were talking to each other.
If I'm right about this, and I might not be and this time will tell, then the police know about Chet's cell phone activity.
Soon after Cindy finally finished her conversation with Sam Phillis, Chet managed to get his wife on the cell phone. By then he was furious.
Who knows what sort of relationship Cindy had with Sam Phillis? HE sure isn't saying much. Perhaps she considered him a friend, a close neighbor with whom she could confide her anxiety over her marital problems. Then again perhaps there was beginning a relationship of sorts between the two. Again, Sam Phillis is very close-mouthed about most of that 83 minute phone call. Strange.
It's even possible, I'll throw it out there, that Cindy actually went to Sam's boat. Maybe she called him, found out he was in, threw her cell phone down in the car and went to visit him. Which would explain why the length of the phone call was so long as Cindy didn't disconnect or did Sam Phillis. It WAS a January night, hardly one with weather conducive to balmy phone conversations late at night, even in the more temperate Georgia climate.
At any rate, by the time Chet finally got through to his wife he was angry because he knew she had either been talking to Phillis via cell phone or perhaps he suspected Cindy was at Phillis' boat.
At 11:30 pm Chet Lynch knew his wife was done with Phillis. But he, Chet Lynch, was not done with Cindy.
He went out on the dock and met his wife as she traipsed over the dock to get back into her houseboat.
Only a furious Chet Lynch began arguing with his wife. Maybe there was some shoving about, perhaps Chet intentionally pushed his wife in the water.
Even a panicked drunk could have made it to the bulkhead which was but a short distance away from where Cindy drowned. Although that assertion is quite arguable, it is known that the water in which Cindy fell was not all that deep.
Of course with a little help from her husband and hazed by the alcohol, Cindy could not get out of that water. She fought, naturally, and her hands and face scraped the pier pilings in the process. But the firm hand of Chet Lynch held her down and in due course Cindy Lynch's lungs filled with water.
Then again it could be as Chet Lynch asserts. His drunken wife slipped into the waters off the dock and couldn't negotiate a safe exit.
It could be.
Two things. First Cindy's revelation to her family that she feared for her life, that danger was around her. This is a big clue. Had a happily married Cindy Lynch fallen into the water with no prior clues of her fears, well that's a whole different scenario. Instead we have a woman who expressed her fears plenty of times to her family and who suddenly ends up drowned in just a little spit of water.
Second thing... the mystery of the phone call/visit to Sam Phillis. Right now this is something the police know and they don't want Chet Lynch to know what they know.
Heck, I'll add a third thing. Chet Lynch so obviously wanted to cast aspersions away from himself that it was almost a pathetic thing to watch. I'm betting that Mr. Lynch wasn't sure how much alcohol Cindy consumed during that first interview with Greta so he couldn't bring up the alcoholism slant. It was known that Cindy had a long cell phone call with a marina neighbor. Chet Lynch jumped on this as soon as possible.
"Always cast doubts that there may be another perpetrator," Chet's smarmy lawyer would advise, "makes it easier to get a verdict based on reasonable doubt."
During Chet's next interview with Greta all of a sudden we learn that Cindy was a known alcoholic. Convenient in that by that time her blood alcohol level was known. Also Chet Lynch played coy about the possibility that he and his wife had an argument that night. I argue this is because Chet did not know what Cindy might have told her family and friends during those cell phone conversations and he didn't want to get caught in a lie.
We have not heard the last of Chet Lynch or the tragic details of Cindy Lynch's death.
Lisa Montgomery Pleads Guilty
At her arraignment on 1/20/05.
We shall believe this when it happens. Still, trial is scheduled to begin on that date.
And Below is Part of the Reason I see That Trial Date as Being a Bit Optimistic
New Zealand Computer Expert Helps In Montgomery Case
WELLINGTON, New Zealand (AP) -- A New Zealand computer forensics expert will help mid-America investigators gather evidence against the Kansas woman accused of killing an expectant mother, and stealing her unborn child. Daniel Ayers tells The Associated Press he was approached by a forensic lab in Kansas City, sponsored by the FBI, to help unravel evidence in the case against Lisa Montgomery of Melvern. The 36-year-old woman faces a charge of kidnapping resulting in death for the December killing of Bobbie Jo Stinnett. The 23-year-old Skidmore, Missouri, woman was 8-months pregnant with her first child. Prosecutors said Montgomery strangled Stinnett. Ayers was asked to adapt forensic software used to extract evidence for use on Montgomery's Apple i-Mac computer. She allegedly used the Mac to trackand set up a meeting with Stinnett
Methinks it will take a while for those prosecutors to gather all that evidence.
Below a Pic of Jeb Stinnett at His Wife's Funeral
A Few More Words from Carl Boman
Just a few comments in defense of myself. When Lisa and I married in1986 she was 18, turned 18 in feb I was 24. She was not a minor, as for her dreams of college that was not so. Those were comments added by the KC Star, she wanted to be a mother and married above anything else, PERIOD. The investigating is pretty impressive and fairly accurate, you guys have really done your home work. I have the blanks filled in and some day will let everyone know, Will have to wait until the trial. The 45,000 was not what I was behind on child support I was only behind by about 600. The 45,000 was what she figured would be what I owed in the next couple of years, she said that way I wouldnt have to pay any more child support, My wife was expecting a small inheritence at the time so she new we would have some money. The inheritence didnt pan out at that time and we were unable to pay. There is more to that story but I will leave it for now. This
is real to us, like a bad dream, dont believe everything you read, it has been sensationized, and some times at the expense of the truth. I will reserve my comments and what I know about Kevin for a later time. God Bless you all. Carl Boman
Hail to the Chief
Goodness I didn't even know this song even had lyrics. During and Internet surf I came across the actual words to this song, the flourish played when the President of the United States enters a ceremony.
Go on and sing it. The words fit perfectly.
Hail to the Chief we have chosen for the nation,
Hail to the Chief! We salute him, one and all.
Hail to the Chief, as we pledge cooperation
In proud fulfillment of a great, noble call.
Yours is the aim to make this grand coun-try grander,
This you will do, That's our strong, firm belief.
Hail to the one we selected as commander,
Hail to the President! Hail to the Chief!
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Christmas Decoration Goal 2005
It's still close enough to the past Christmas to state my goals as concerns decorating beginning the year 2005 and onward.
Understanding that while I love the decorate the home and hearth for the season, I do not necessarily want to make a career of it.
We've enjoyed two Christmas' here in our new home in Delaware, self-titled "Serendipity Shore". The first year my decorating was catch-all as catch-can. In that year we had just moved here and my first grandchild was about to be born. Thus I pulled down whatever had been packed during the move from our old abode in Merryland, Critter Cove, and placed it all about willy-nilly with no plan or actual decoration sensibility.
The gay froufrou of Christmas tends to look pretty no matter how discombobulated so it worked fine. This past Christmas I became a bit more discerning and mindful of our needs and the layout of our new home.
I envisioned the whole thing through new and wiser eyes.
I began by deciding just what and where needed some festive décor for the season. Immediately I eschewed any Christmas décor in the bathrooms and other more private spaces. The denizens of Serendipity Shore shall sleep at night during the holiday season unfettered by any gay signs of the season cluttering the bedrooms. There will be no Santa toilet paper dispensed from the rollers.
This leaves the living, dining, kitchen and family rooms as deserving of holiday décor. At least as I considered.
The kitchen, I pondered more, required but a pretty centerpiece upon the counter dividing the work space from the eating space. Indeed I designed a pretty arrangement from bits of this and that this past season and thought it a perfect accent for that special spot. The remainder of the kitchen shall remain clear and free to better cook and plan holiday parties.
The dining room arch presents itself so well for the application of my hand-designed greeting card holder with instructions HERE.
There is a perfect spot for the Christmas tree in the living room. This year we had two wonderful gadgets to help us set up and light the tree according to our preferences. First, it took many years but I have finally found the perfect tree holder. It's a heavy affair. But once the trunk of the tree is placed within the appropriate hole, several blades come down and slice slightly into the trunk, holding it as firm as any other tree holder I've used through the years.
The second wonderful gadget was an electronic timer. These things too I've used through the years but they never worked satisfactorily. All I could ever find was some sort of "peg" affair requiring red pegs here and white pegs there. The red pegs turn the lights off, or maybe on. The "clock" was for a 24 hour cycle, something I found confusing, and one clock went this way and the other that way. For years I would experiment, figuring I finally got the combination right, only to discover the tree would never light up by my peg configuration or it would stay on all the time.
Finally I found an electronic gizmo timer which is as it should be, God Bless America. Though THIS thing took a while to configure as well, it did work beautifully, timed to go on and off according to our schedule. Which is the idea, duh.
We always have a real tree for Christmas and the spent tree has been put to good use here at Serendipity Shore, as detailed HERE.
I've also found the perfect place for my plethora of Christmas stockings what with one for each human, two dogs and six cats. In fact, myself designed ten brand new stockings this year complete with names ironed on handsome and shining new white cuffs.
What with having no fireplace, there was required a place to hang ten stockings in some semblance of order and where they could still be seen. I found an over-the-door hanger with ten hooks staggered up and down. Placed atop the laundry room door, which is always open, it worked just fine, out of the way yet in plain view that the world know that yes, we have Christmas stockings.
My plan now is to hone in on decorating the tree. For through the years I, like many yon readers I suspect, have gathered a collection of ornaments, tree-toppers, lights and garlands that defy definition.
I closed my eyes and cleared my mind. IF I had an empty tree, how would I decorate it if I had to start again from scratch?
My vision surprised me. Because frankly I would go with lots of lights, garlands of snowy white artificial poinsettias and pretty red bows. I'd have me a wowser of a tree-topper and boom, that's it.
No bulbs and only one single-themed garland. The lights would be aplenty and they'd flash in some sort of pattern, perhaps red at the top, white in the middle, blue at the bottom. I'd like for them to "race", flicker, phase on and off, just every imaginable light show combination available at today's technology.
I think another small artificial tree would be fitting for placement in the family room. On THIS tree I would place all the cherished Christmas bulbs given by friends and family throughout the years.
A few other places in the living and family room scream for a special centerpiece of the season and I will always put a festive tablecloth upon the dining room table.
That's it. Boom. All that Serendipity Shore requires for indoor decorating during the holiday season. I intend to purchase what I need to achieve this end, label and store the items that they lift in and out easily and are ready to go.
With a little planning and organization as I envision the process, Serendipity Shore will look polished and refined during the holiday season, all with little effort but with an eye toward the surround.
Yes I want to decorate the outside of the abode but I'll give this more thought next year.
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Pay Attention. It's February and Spring Speaks.
Took a stroll through the gardens the other day, such as they are all scruffy and disheveled this time of year.
Raising a green hand for permission to grow, I discover the daffodils of the garden are reacting to the increased sun of the February days. Over in the whiskey barrels, a fine collection of King James tulips are also peeking out from the soil and I must dream of huge red tulips soon to sway in the breezes of Serendipity Shore.
The hedge rose limbs are turning a bright red, its thorns swelling to an alarming sharpness to better protect the flowers to come.
The oak trees are stretching their limbs as well. As I gaze high into the sky I note oak limbs growing brown and robust, stretching well beyond their prior year growth and sporting buds of leaves to come.
The grass grows a tad greener and the compost pile, tended over winter against all odds, begins to melt from the warming weather.
At the same time the bird fellows are getting restless. Robins bark from high in the tree canopy. They are scouting for territory and demanding the worms to awake from their winter sleep. Cardinals shout of "what cheer" and I must smile. What cheer indeed, I think, only the glorious return of green and beautiful. Titmouses cheep about "peter, peter" and a certain restlessness pervades at the feeders.
From the bedroom window I note almost three minutes of darkness as a flock of migrating birds flies overhead, returning from their winter stops to the place where they will raise their families.
Even as the nasty bug that invaded my innocent system this past winter continues to wreak havoc on my weakened lungs I must smile. Nastiness survives in winter climes. Beauty reigns in the spring.
For me it's as exciting and as exhilarating as Christmas, this spring season. Last year I've planted a bevy of new shrubs, bulbs and perennials. I am curious and excited to see them begin their growth on my small plot of the planet.
Cock and ear and squint at the earth. Soon. The signs of the season are about.
Nature too is having trouble being patient for the vigor of increased sun and a desire to grow and reproduce.
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