They left a paper trail. Detectives could find them. Trace it back to him. Once they had a visual on him, they could piece him back to The Blue Man.
This is the thought loop in Marc Love's head. It must've repeated a thousand times before lunch. He thought it. Thought it again. Thought it more. Then it became a background to all his thoughts when he was no longer aware that he was thinking it.
There was a scene of a young detective. Maybe a
shrewd
young lady. Who was following him. Dedicating all of their time to the pursuit of finding the location of The Blue Man. There were discussion forums online. Many theories. The most fantastic of the theories were completely untrue. Some of the more boring theories which never gained steam but were mentioned in passing were usually somewhat correct.
"Hey maybe he just got sick of dancing for people's entertainment?"
But such statements were washed over by the fantastical tales of the illuminati and
Jeffrey Epstein
type theories.
Keeping up with online discussions concerning whereabouts and what happened to's of The Blue Man further sustained his thought loop about remaining hidden.
However in reality he knew people may invest time online discussing
theories
to death. But they would not get dressed, drive around the country, looking for physical clues. He was safe for all intents and purposes. In today's world. Wherever he went people were glued to their phones. His OCD about hiding his receipts was just a ruse to keep him sane.