So is one of Rizzolo's longtime associates, who laughed at the thought.
"I think people are giving those people too much credit," the associate says. "I'd say it's extremely unlikely."
It would've had to have been carefully orchestrated. When Metro officers arrived at the scene on Sunday they suspected Barrier, the owner of the Auto and Marine Electric repair shop, had died of natural causes.
On Monday morning, Metro homicide wasn't aware of Barrier's death. After the press and the family started asking questions, police detectives began asking a few themselves. I'm not sure, but I'll wager they didn't find anything that gave them professional pause.
The cops have been vilified for not acting more swiftly. Barrier had been the subject of death threats and had received letters warning him about being set up for a fatal fall. He also alleged Rizzolo's father, Bart, had attempted to run him over in the parking lot of the Industrial Road club.
Just because you died of natural causes doesn't mean people didn't want you dead. For Barrier's friend and fellow Rizzolo antagonist Steve Miller, and a small legion of loyal Internet readers, it's too much of a coincidence. Miller has focused on what he's described as bumbling police work as well as the apparently mysterious disappearance of Barrier's Rolls-Royce from the motel parking lot, along with other inconsistencies, to reach the conclusion that his pal was murdered.
I wanted to take a closer look at the layout of the motel, so I drove there and toured the property.
The Motel 6 sits on a narrow piece of real estate next to Boulder Station, not far from Danny's Slot Country. Room 105 is in the front of the building, and there aren't many parking spaces near the door.
I asked the friendly clerk what he remembered. He was on duty when the bearded, long-haired Barrier checked in. Although he didn't see him, his partner told him she helped Barrier rent a room for two on Saturday evening. Buffalo Jim was easy to identify. She was absolutely certain it was him, the clerk said.
What about the disappearing Rolls?
"It was parked around the side of the building, over there," the clerk said, pointing to a place not visible from the highway or Room 105. "I saw it myself."
So Barrier, a single father of four with a history on the party circuit, checked into the motel himself. He parked his easily identifiable vehicle in an out-of-the-way space at a local motel.
One more thing. The motel has a security guard on duty. The guard spends most of the evening around the front of the building and, the clerk told me, reported no peculiar movement or problems around Room 105.
It doesn't mean nothing nefarious happened. It doesn't mean police failed to ask all the right questions, or that Barrier wasn't very cleverly murdered.
At this point, it probably won't even help calm the biting winds of conspiracy.
John L. Smith's column appears Sunday, Tuesday, Wednesday and Friday. E-mail him at Smith@reviewjournal.com or call (702) 383-0295.