Somewhere, sitting on a beach with her lover and sipping a cocktail with an umbrella, is the long-lost Susan Cox Powell. That, at least, is a plausible scenario according to her husband, Joshua Powell and father-in-law, Steven Powell.
It’s an interesting story, one many of us would like to believe, but the police would like to know more. Unfortunately, the Powell men remain hidden behind their attorney’s skirt, venturing forth only to spread salacious stories through tabloid and network news.
The disappearance of Susan Cox Powell, now almost two years ago, has been an extremely disturbing incident. The media feeding frenzy, the scathing exchange between the Cox and Powell families, and the exhaustive investigation has certainly wrung out the emotions of anyone associated with this case.
Besides the disappearance of a seemingly bright and energetic young woman, mother and wife, the story has become infamous because of its descent into the realm of fantasy.
It started with the implausible alibi provided by Josh Powell. In the minute or two when he was willing to talk to investigators, Powell began weaving his fantastic tale, entitled “Midnight Snow Camping with Small Children.” If you were to wonder if the West Valley City P.D. bought into this fiction, then I would refer you to this Trib article (8/20) describing the police search through caves that, ironically, could have been reached by the Midnight Snow Camper within the time frame of his alleged alibi.
The second chapter in the fantasy was written by Steven Powell, under the title, “The Usual Father-in-law, Daughter-in-law Flirting and Sexual Touching.” This particular piece of innuendo, discussed in the 8/27 Trib article, might not shock a Jerry Springer audience, but it represents a reality so apart from rational thought that it is impossible to find a foothold to scale its slimy depths.
In contrast, the conclusion, “Susan Cox Powell Runs Off with a Lover”, is a surprisingly logical progression for such a twisted piece of fiction. After living among these two weirdos, the Midnight Snow Camper and the Flirtatious Father-in-law, who wouldn’t decide to run off with the first normal guy heading out of town.
To be fair, the world can be a very weird, illogical and surprising place. It is entirely possible that Josh and Steven Powell’s assertions have some merit.
But just in case they are wrong, I’m glad that the dedicated cops from West Valley City, who showed up en masse to process the Powell’s residence last week, are still sifting through the minutiae to find that one piece of evidence that helps them locate Susan Cox Powell.
And when they do, I doubt they will find her sipping cocktails on a beach.