His decision made, Ted returned to his cell, stuffed the legal papers he would need no longer beneath the blanket on his bunk, and looked around his Garfield County jail cell for the last time. Then he was up through the ceiling, replacing the square of ceiling-board, and crawling over to the opening above the closet. He climbed down, fell from a shelf, and found himself in Morrison's bedroom. He shed his jail garb for a pair of blue jeans and a gray turtleneck shirt, some blue tennis shoes. He put Morrison's two working replicas of antique guns - a rifle and a derringer, both muzzle loaders - in the attic, just in case Morrison came back before he left the apartment. And then Ted Bundy walked out the front door into «the beautiful Colorado snowy night.
Ann Rule, The Stranger Beside Me
