Shut just called me. He wants me to join him and run away to the Bank Strap Circus. He gave me Bill Grinnell's home phone number and address, and this evening I called to hear what he remembers from the night in question.
I could only leave a message, but he sounded spry and youthful on his message, so I am hopeful that we can get a more definitive view on how the bundles were bundola-ed.
Plus, as fate would have it, I have to be in Edmonds at the crack of dawn (11:30 am, which is damn early for me, actually) on a side gig, so in the afternoon - if I have time and am still awake - I will try and stop by Mr. Grinnell's abode and have a face-to-face.
Ta, ta, for now...