And it still doesn't account for why: 1) the dogs traced her scent out of her apartment and to the corner--i.e., she got into a car; and 2) where are her keys?
About to turn up among this guy's possessions in the evidence locker if Condit continues to cooperate with whoever's got him between a rock and a hard place...
And the craven fool tried to hide it. When her life was at stake. If he'd let himself take the hit to his sacrosanct "privacy" and helped the police find her and the crime scene, then he'd be running for congress this fall.