Just a mystery, absolute mystery. It was usually dark when he arrived, the women were alone and he never know. That's when I realized somebody had been in the house. She started to cry, said, no, everything's gone. It's in. Still out. She tried to tell him, let me live in addressing his crimes.

Actually, his crimes were bizarre. It's a little creepy to hear something like that. Yes, very creepy. It might just be a scream. But the most shocking thing of all, it wasn't what he did. I felt so scared for her, for me, for all the women. But who he was. I just fell off my chair.

We were in that much danger and didn't even know it. It was January 2009, Brenda Konstantine and her husband, Brian Rodgers, and their three teenagers, two boys and a girl, spent the New Year's holiday the way they always had a trip out of town and then back to their home in Orleans, a middle class suburb in Canada's capital city of New Orleans, as the kind of place where the houses are stuck to the street and each other.

It's a very family oriented community. Lots of young families still moving into Orleans, lots of kids.

But as you say, in a town which is very safe, Orleans in particular, particularly, say, yeah, there was never a lot of crime that January when Brian and Brenda got their brood home on a Friday evening. The family house in early June seemed exactly as they left it, though Bryant did notice something odd. Our digital clock in our room on the west side of the bed was blinking. I thought that was kind of unusual, but I didn't think much of it.

Sure. And then you went ahead and just continued carried on our lives and never dreamed.

Why would they say that their digital clock was blinking out of warning? Two days passed during which time their 15 year old daughter lived out of the clothes in her suitcase as teenagers sometimes do. Then came Sunday.

She was taking a shower. She went into her room and she went to her drawer. And that's when she discovered that all of her underwear had been taken from the drawer.

So she told her parents she's a teenager and, you know, clothes are everywhere. I said, well, did you check the laundry basket? Did you check your suitcase? Did you check first? No, ma'am. Everything is gone. She sort of freaked out. Yeah.

Her parents said what parents say. And I said, go up and look again. And so she started to cry. I said, no, everything is gone. Everything.

But she did check again and found more things were missing.

She's running out and she's crying very upset. And then we realized something, something weird going on here.

But what was going on?

I went upstairs and looked and saw she was missing and immediately called the police and reported it then their next surprise, because although Brenda and Brian were worried enough to call the police, they weren't sure the reception they get. We thought, yeah, they're going to laugh at us. I thought it was a joke. I thought they must mean kids playing a joke.

But the police did not think so. They were at the house in a matter of minutes and they were all business. They spent five hours combing through the place, then came back the next day to take apart the family computer.

Did they find, you know, find anything not in the computer, but in their daughter's bedroom? Disturbing discoveries, along with 50 pairs of missing underwear, a number of their daughters, bathing suits, dresses, tank tops. It also vanished. They discovered the intruder had rifled through the family photo albums and removed pictures, but only those that showed their daughter. And those were like pictures, vacation pictures down in Punta Cana. So they were all beach pictures, bathing suit pictures.

And then, says Bryant, it got ugly. So when they said they found some DNA evidence and that was the one that they really weird. Investigators said the sample was consistent with dried semen. They found it on the top of the daughter's dresser where the underwear had been stolen. All of that along with the fact that no one else in the house reported anything missing, led investigators to issue the kind of warning no parent ever wants to hear.

They told us that, lock your doors, secure your home. Careful. We have to watch her daughter. They said she was targeted.

It wasn't a random break in targeted, not random.

That was when the fear crawled in and it affected their once comfortable lives. Everything from this moment different. You take your safety for granted almost, and then all of a sudden nothing you can do is really good enough.

After that, their daughter was never alone. Brian and Brenda put in a new alarm system and kept asking who was it who would do this?

They tried to come to terms to with the other troubling news, they learned from police that theirs was by no means the only break in of its kind and Pauline's so they knew there was a pattern.

It's a little creepy to hear something like that. Yes, very creepy.

In fact, almost a dozen such break ins have been reported in Orleans in the past year. The police had issued a warning to residents in late 2008. O'Brien and Brenda didn't know about it.

Now, officers told the couple of their biggest concern, that the intruder, whoever he was, would escalate from stealing lingerie to more dangerous behavior.

They were very concerned at the time of the escalation, and rightly so, because in a matter of months, that's exactly what was going to happen.

It was almost like he had a gun on my head that moment. A woman living alone discovers she's not. That was like how hard three steps was up where she was and she was standing with her hands like this. After their teenage daughter was targeted during a burglary in January 2009, Brenda Constantina Brian Rogers followed police advice and made sure she was never alone.

She had a very restrictive lifestyle.

After that, their daughter coped in her own way. We have a spare room and she stayed in there. She slept with the light on. She still does. Brendan Bright, eager to warn others about the threat, called a neighborhood meeting, but odd as it sounds, they say the police asked them to cancel it.

Their objective is to keep this man doing it because he's obviously very intelligent and knows exactly what he's doing and they thought they had to catch him in the act.

Wait, wait a minute. Using the neighborhood as bait. Exactly.

The police were doing what they could without success. By November 2009, almost a year after the break in at Brendan O'Brien's home, the intruder was still out there. More than a dozen break ins have been reported, many involving stolen underwear. Shockingly high for this snug, safe neighborhood. Brenda and Brian, now a nervous killer, could not stop wondering who, who who could identify a woman named.

And Mahsun Cook and her friend Howard Gray began asking that same question and lived in a lovely old farmhouse 150 miles away from Brenda and Brian. Howard lived on the same busy highway not far from the small city of Belleville. November 17th, 2009, late that afternoon, and hurried home to change into party clothes, it was her birthday. She was heading to Howard's place to celebrate.

So I was really rushing.

I was looking forward to to to go and lived alone much of the time and this old place and that suited her fine. She's a music teacher, an artist. She wanted time and space to herself. I like to have space as my art grows with space. But did you feel insecure ever before?

I mean, did you lock your doors and windows and hence friend Howard? Graig grew up down the road 15 years ago. We didn't even take the keys in the ignition of the cars. That's why I got back that safe. Well, you knew everybody back on that November day when I got up to her bedroom on the second floor, she looked in the mirror thinking about what to wear. It was then she noticed something strange in the mirrors reflection, a bedside table with a drawer open.

So I looked at it and thought, hmm, like I didn't open this.

She looked at the other bedside table.

The drawer was open, all my sex toys. And I mean, some stuff was gone. And that's when I realized somebody had been in the house, had to be a prank, had to be Howard.

He had a set of keys to her place because he often did handyman jobs there.

She hopped in her car, drove the 200 yards to his house when she came right in and said, Are you playing a practical joke on me?

No.

So then she proceeded to tell me straight in the car file, right over behind, the two of them traipsed upstairs to Ann's bedroom, discussed at length whether to report the missing sex toys to the Belleville police.

My words were, if we found the police would be nothing but the girls.

Laughter Yeah, my first reaction was to phone the police because somebody had it in the house something. But then he said, think about it.

And so it was embarrassment is no, don't always just answer.

We were just like in reality of what will happen if you fall.

They were also trying to decide if maybe they should be laughing, too. Maybe it really was a joke, but if so, who could have been behind it?

I was thinking somebody that knows me, they'll come up in the morning, you know, maybe the mailbox with a ha ha ha or something like that.

There's a reason they recall that conversation in my new detail. It's terrifying recently. But on this evening, they did not know that yet as they prepared to return to Howard's house for the birthday party he was throwing her.

And it was simply an excess of caution when he told her, bring her pajamas.

I said to her, obviously, someone's been in the house. You're not staying alone tonight. And this was important before they left. They locked Dan's house up tight just in case.

All we did was just wander around all the windows and doors and make sure everything. And she went in front of me and I went behind her and I double checked everyone at night.

They partied with friends, drank Howard's homemade strawberry wine, made light like the bizarre theft. Perhaps the new day would reveal the prankster and 745. Next morning they were back at the farmhouse and ran upstairs to her home office to do some photocopy. Howard waited below and he heard Anne's terrified scream.

I was like, Oh, I get on my work boots were still on, but in about three steps I was up where she was and she was standing with her hands like this, standing and staring at the old desk computer.

She hadn't fired up for months and the screen was glowing in the dim morning light, a message that shook and Marcinko to the core.

I took it so personally. This is I knew someone was out there for me and that was. That was very, very scary. Was that seen someone preying on other women? Is crimes growing ever more depraved? It had to be one person. It can't be that many evil person around. On the morning after her birthday party and Morrison Cook made a terrifying discovery. I was really, really scared. It was November 2009 and a dear friend, Howard, we're standing in an upstairs hallway of her old farmhouse near Belleville, Ontario.

They were staring at her computer screen.

It was spooky, I have to tell. It was the first time in my life in my life that the hair stood up on the back of my neck because it was a it was a message directed personal. Yeah.

And now they knew the break in the previous day, the theft of those sex toys was not a joke, not even a bad one. All that time last evening, they'd stood deciding a long discussion. Should they call the police or not? Trigger the cops would just laugh. So they decided not to call. But after and spent that night at Howards and returned home first thing in the morning, a message filled with typos greeted her on her computer screen.

Go ahead and call the police and said, I want to show the judge your really big dildos eventually and would wonder about those typos. But just now, quite suddenly, she froze.

It's almost like he had a gun on my head that moment.

This time they called nine one one. And as they waited for the police to arrive and then Howard came to a deeply disturbing conclusion. Whoever wrote the message, maybe some half literate, crazy, judging from the typos, must have been hiding in the house the evening before when they debated whether to report the theft.

It was listening to prove that he was there. We have no evidence that he was there.

They'd been talking just outside Ann's bedroom, down the hall in a closet. They said they found evidence to support their chilling theory that the intruder had been hiding there. It was all upside down.

Yeah. So he's had to be listening to tell a message, lie back, go ahead, phone the police. And then a second dreadful discovery. They search the house to see if anything else had been stolen and in her bedroom and discovered all her underwear had disappeared and that that was sickening.

And love lingerie on more than 100 cents all gone.

She was a basket case. She really was. I got a right downstairs only to make a third gut wrenching discovery. I said, and we lock that door last night and she goes, yes. And I said, well, that door's open.

She goes, no, it's not. But it was. And then the two of us looked at one another and we started talking about the possibility that whoever was here let themself out there had to.

The rest of that day passed in a blur. A police officer from the nearby city of Belleville got to the house and got to work.

They took it seriously, did because I took him right upstairs. And as soon as he walked in to the office and what was on the computer screen, he pulled up his mike and he just said, get forensics out here right now.

That same day amid the upset and Howard had a question for the Belleville police. It was about a couple of disturbing incidents that had happened up the road in a speck of a place called two months before incidents more serious than what happened.

The incidents also directed against women alone at night. Although Tweed was only twenty minutes away, it was not policed by the Belleville cops. We asked all of them, did they know anything about those?

Because we I said it had to be connected and told the police that.

Oh, yes. And of course, how do you know about it? You know, we don't know anything about it. They didn't know about it.

Well, they didn't seem to or they didn't want to let on to, but then was convinced the incidents were linked. They had to be it had to be one person. They kind of be that many evil person around. You said she begged the detective handling your case, investigated connection, said, please look into the Tweed case. I said it has to be connected.

But then life took over his life, will it and let the matter drop. I pestered about phoning, but I was thinking they know their job.

They will phone it, but nothing happened for them. No, my son was getting married and like there was a lot of things to do.

You know, my life was busy at the time, but I was right about what happened up the road. And Tony Htwe, a terrible threshold, had been crossed.

And then the second one. Oh, God, everything just went haywire then. Police close in on a suspect. So tell us why you did this, but do they have the right man?

Tweed is one of those little Canadian places that takes its ice fishing seriously in winter snowmobiling, too, it's up the road from an Marzin Cookes place and about 150 miles from Brenda and Bryans, Orleans, and in Tweed, Larry Jones, a former government surveyor.

The picture of grandfatherly respectability was about to be caught up in a monstrous crime story. Larry has lived in tweed all his life the last four decades on a lakeside lane called Cozy Cove. Prosecco is probably one of the most ideal place to live. You've got the whole lake as your backyard. It was a safe place also enviably. So we never had a problem here with anything. Never. Though there was one disturbing incident back in 2007, Larry confessed.

That's when his daughter, who lived nearby, surprised an intruder in her home.

Chris opens up the door and hears this guy run out the door, runs off into the woods and my daughter right behind him.

But the intruder got away and that was that or so Larry and his family thought.

Then came September 2009 and the events that troubled and and cook. The first call came in at three 15 a.m. September 17, a terrified young mother described how she'd been awakened by an intruder blindfolded, tied up, stripped and forced to pose for degrading pictures after a couple of hours.

The man left and there are issues that would cause deeply some concern.

Craig actually is a former FBI investigator and profiler. Dateline NBC asked him to evaluate these cases.

You have an individual taking pictures. What does that say? It suggests that it's an individual who is playing out a fantasy that is fantasy driven behavior. It also says it's probably somebody who would do it again.

And so apparently he did. Thirteen days later, another terrified call to the police in the early morning hours once again. A woman alone had been blindfolded, tied up, stripped, photographed, and then the intruder left.

He clearly has engaged in sort of reconnaissance behavior of knowing the victim is alone, that he would have the opportunity to spend two to three hours with her without fear of somebody coming in. He's done some research. He has done some research which shows planning.

What happened would have been shocking anywhere, but it was doubly so here in tiny little tweet, two sex assaults on two women alone at night within days of each other, within blocks of each other, not rape, but terrifying and weird. Two attacks that seem to bear the same signature. So two attacks and maybe just one attacker, the Ontario Provincial Police, the OPI responded to both assaults. And after the second sexual assault, the OP began canvassing the neighbors.

I was down there and they to me and want to know if you've seen anything or heard anything or.

No, nobody's going on. Larry says he had nothing to tell them by now. The news of the two assaults was all over Tweed and beyond. I remember saying to my guys, look, we have to get more on this.

Chris Mallette was then the city editor of the Intelligencer, the newspaper in the nearby city of Bellevue. And we were given nothing. We were told the investigation is ongoing.

No further information would be released around Kostikov Lane. The women were terrified.

Everybody was just scared to death of what was going on after the first one was assaulted and then the second one, oh, god, everything just went haywire.

Then everyone thought it had to be someone local, but who was just a real mystery, who this could be and nobody could find out who was nobody. That is, until the day Barry Jones came home from a partridge hunt to find his house crawling with cops.

So I said, what's going on? So he breaks in my house. No, sir. It's way more serious now. That way, more serious, it was, as Larry Jones was about to learn, first, he was escorted into a cruiser by one of the officers, he said, well, we think he has something to do with two sexual assaults down the road.

It was a shocker. Larry Jones, a 65 year old grandfather and 44 year resident of Tweed's cozy Cove Lane, was now a suspect in the double assaults, he said.

So tell us why you did this at all.

Larry Jones wanted to know, was this why him, the guy who loved to hunt and fish, how did he end up in the back of a cop car about to face an interrogation about the worst crimes to hit his neighborhood in living memory? Whatever lay ahead wouldn't be pretty.

I couldn't not even believe that that they would even think that a crime wave moves from depraved to deadly.

That's when I found out she was murdered. In the fall of 2009, a pair of brazen sex attacks shattered the peace in a tiny place in Canada called Twohey.

Four weeks after the second assault, Larry Jones, a longtime Tweed resident, was picked up by the police for questioning in connection with both attacks. He says the police interrogated him for three and a half hours.

How'd you break in breaking the door? Do you have keys or how did you get in there? Why were the cops so sure they had their man? Because the second victim, Larry's neighbor, had called to say she thought his voice matched that of her intruder is where your windows houses this. What the first was. I don't know where you're talking about a second house. Yes, I was in the house about three years ago.

Larry says he was so shocked by the questions, it was all he could do to answer them. I couldn't not even believe that that they would even think that, because if there was one thing Larry Jones do without a doubt in the world, it was that he was innocent. He'd never sexually assaulted either one me. Meanwhile, people who lived here for 44 years and after living here for forty four years on this road, I go to school, start raping and pillaging our single women on the road.

That's just ridiculous.

Larry gave the police DNA samples and fingerprints and he promised to return to the station for a lie detector test, which he did in due course and which he says he aced.

But that didn't mean Larry Jones got his old life back or his reputation always done everything honestly and truthfully. And then all you've done all your life is gone out the window. It's just not right.

Larry Jones will eventually be cleared. And meanwhile, police investigating a series of break ins. And Brenda and Brian's neighborhood in the Ottawa suburb, one hundred and fifty miles away seem no closer to nailing their schruder and marzen. Cook was trying to put her home invasion and that taunting computer message behind her.

And still no investigators were able to connect any of these crimes.

But then why should they so far apart?

And when something truly awful happened in a nearby town, again, nobody, nobody was able to think of any reason why there should be a link.

Marie-France Como was, by all accounts, vibrant and vivacious, a dedicated consumer of great meals, new countries, the odd pretty dress alarm plant was captivated the moment he saw her first thing that caught me as her smile.

Yes, because she has a beautiful smile.

Sadly for him, she already had a boyfriend, so he waited. A year later, in the spring of 2004, she approached him and he well, he was done waiting.

We start dating and it went pretty well. It didn't take so long for me to move with her.

He took his two sons with him.

So she essentially became a mother or stepmother, stepmother to your child. She did her job pretty well.

What did you like about living with her from the basically she was in love with life in general.

Yes. Both and Marie-France were French Canadian. Both came from military families. Early on, she chose to make the military her life to becoming what's called a traffic tech. It's the people who actually load the stuff on the aircraft and have to balance the weight of the aircraft.

She served in Germany and Dubai and Afghanistan. Then in 2008, after more than a decade in the military. Corporal Marie-France Comeau became a flight attendant with the 437 squadron at the sprawling Canadian Forces base. And the base is just down the road from Bellevue and not far from tweet. And soon, Corporal Commo was chosen to work the flights for Canada's top leaders. She was happy. Oh, yeah, she she loved her job.

But it was also that year after four and a half years together, land planned and Marie-France Comeau split up. He moved away. She stayed close to the base living in a town called Brighton. They were apart, Elaine says, but still in close contact. He remembers a conversation they had in late November 2009. She just got back from India, Japan, Singapore, and she was telling me all those new countries she discovered and all the new males could taste.

And it was less fun.

It was their last conversation.

Three days later, November 25th, 2009, Corporal Marie-France Como's body was discovered in her home lying on her bed, I was told on the twenty sixth, told only that she was dead, nothing more.

And with a heavy heart and a hundred questions alone, Plant went to Brighton to find out for himself what happened to the woman he still loved. Horror awaited, and that's when I found out she was murdered in the house.

What is it like to hear that? I was in shock. But how to describe that?

There were no words in any language, the language learn Como's murder had been brutal, a sexual homicide. Former FBI investigator Craig actually examined this case, had declined request. He had no role in the investigation.

What was clear was that somebody had raped her and somebody had killed her and somebody had spent time in the home, which, again, in the dismal business investigating this sort of thing, suggests an organized criminal as opposed to a disorganized.

Sure.

It suggests somebody who spent some time planning the offense, understanding he had time to go into the house and spend whatever time he needed with the victim, which suggests reconnaissance activity at the base.

CFB Trenton Corporal Como's grieving colleagues held a memorial service. Even the base commander, Colonel Russell Williams, got involved, sent a letter of condolence to her father.

But who could have done this?

Investigators were stumped, although they looked at anybody close to marry anybody, including a plant.

The one time one policeman came to me and asked me for my DNA. That's when I freaked out and I had to explain to them that I wasn't even there. I was four and a half hours from there.

He cooperated with investigators and he was cleared. And when the forensics people were finished in the house and the police handed over the keys, it was Eleanor Asbury's executer who had it cleaned and emptied.

So I saw the crime scene. So what was that like to see blood on the wall, to see blood on the floor? It's like CSI, but it's not CSI.

He had to step outside for a cigarette to study himself.

And then he went back in resolve to take care of Marie-France Como's last business on Earth and to laugh in his hearted way about the easygoing woman whose life he'd once shared.

We got rid of all the civilian clothes and every coat, every penny. She had money just change a dollar bill. So it made me laugh because that was a movie, right? There wasn't any.

And Morrison, Cook and Howard Gray lived just 45 minutes drive from Como's house. They heard about the murder on the news. They never connected it. And breaking or the tweet attacks, for that matter. No, absolutely no.

It was you know, she was military, but that was before they knew what they know now, before another awful crime shook their community, only then with all these crimes be connected, only then with the perpetrator be unmasked in a story that would rock a nation. A young woman disappears without a trace, just a mystery, absolute mystery. It was Friday, January 29th, 2010, Jessica Lloyd was late for work that morning, and no one knew why the sunny, steady young woman who worked as a school bus coordinator had never pulled a no show before.

Her supervisor called her mom to tell her her mom called her son, Andy.

Jessica's brother just flat out come out and as missing what on earth was going on?

There was no way there. Jess, as they called her, would have taken off without alerting them.

She wouldn't do that to her work and she would do that to me and she wouldn't do that to my mom. And she rushed to join his mom and the friends and relatives gathering at just his house.

It's a small, tiny house by a field just outside Bellville, faces a highway that runs right past and marzin cookes home and on into tweed jacket.

His car was parked outside inside the house.

Her bed was made and her personal stuff was still there. A 27 year old woman wouldn't leave behind her BlackBerry or purse or make up her wallet, her car, her car keys, her house keys.

They called everyone they could think of, learned she'd watch TV at a friend's house the night before.

And when she'd left, she'd gone straight home texting the friend at ten thirty six pm to say she was home and going to bed.

That was the last anyone heard from Jess Lloyd, the young woman who loved to yuk it up, playing the video game Guitar Hero, the Jess Lloyd who had a ton of friends but no current boyfriend.

The sister who loved to crack wise with her older brother, you know, I call her a name and she'd have a better one right there waiting. But where was she now? Just a mystery, absolute mystery.

And nobody can come up with any answers. They didn't wait long to call the police. She was reported to us missing at noon on on the Friday. Corey McMullen was then chief of the Belleville Police Service.

And with the information that the family provided us that we realized that it had the potential to be a very serious case.

When the police arrived, along with the forensics people, Andy Lloyd says he and his cousin went outside with police permission to scout the grounds around the house. No idea that what he was about to discover would not just break the case, but send a shockwave right across the country. The first thing is that the footprints, there was a couple of different ones in the backyard. He called in to the cops working in the house.

I just said there's footprints in the back here and we'd better go look at them. And instantly they told us to stay away from them.

So Andy and his cousins headed over to the field by Jess's house, took a walk around, and that's when they found them the tire tracks. Tire tracks where they shouldn't be, we saw them come right off the road, so then instantly we thought it was a strange vehicle next door and he says they went straight to the cops with this, too.

And then the investigating officers were handed another clue from one of their own because the night before, about nine p.m., well, just like it was at that friend's house and the observant member of the Belleville police force just happened to notice an SUV parked in the field by her house.

There was an officer who was on regular patrol and thought there was something suspicious. Driving along.

Driving along. Yeah. The truck was sitting in somebody's backyard. It was in a field. And the officer stopped and knocked on the door and checked the house. And nobody was home and took detailed notes, yet took detailed notes of the vehicle and carried on.

But the officers notes were not quite as complete as they might have been. She left out some rather significant details, the SUV to make and its license number, though it may not have seemed so important at the time. After all, nobody was home. There was no evidence of any crime. So imagine how it was when the officer learned that Jessica Lloyd was missing. Obviously, it's upsetting. It's going to be upsetting to anyone. But this officer went above and beyond and we're very proud of her.

At what point after Jessica Lloyd went missing, did she say, hey, I saw that SUV as soon as she became aware that Jessica was missing from that residence?

She immediately came forward with the information.

That weekend, Andy Lloyd was running on coffee and cigarettes and urgent help out searching every day. It was overwhelming how many people, just volunteers who showed up. There was police officers everywhere.

But no, Jessica, not a word, not a call, not a hint of her whereabouts. Chris Mallette then with the local newspaper, The Intelligencer.

I remember what I was thinking at the time. I don't think this is going to end well. He couldn't know it then. No one could. But the mystery of just Lloyd's disappearance would be solved in a matter of days. Her case and the other unsolved crimes, the Marie-France Comeau murder, the sex assaults in Tweed, the break in at an maasdam cook's place and before that at Brendan O'Brien's or Leanne's home, finally pulled into one horrific vortex.

And the outcome would stun not just the small city of Bellville and the communities around it, but a nation coast to coast.

I was blown away. I just couldn't take it all in at first.

Jessica Lloyd, 27 years old, resident of the small Canadian city of Belleville, vanished in late January 2010. Her family made phone calls, increasingly frantic, went out searching, put up posters and waited. Andy Lloyd is Jessica's older brother, but everybody was on edge, just waiting for good news to come through. It never came.

Her face posted across the country. The 27 year old Bellville woman went missing on. The story was all over the local news. Chris Mallette worked for the Belleville newspaper The Intelligencer for three decades. He covered just about everything during those years.

I think for a span of several days. We had page one stories almost every day.

It never occurred to anyone at the paper, said Maletta Link. Just Loyd's disappearance to other unsolved crimes in the region.

The two sex assaults, a tweet or the murder of a military woman, Corporal Marie-France Comeau, a short drive away at a place called Brighton. We were thinking, OK, we're on a run of a bit of bad luck right here in this community right now.

The Lloyd family didn't make the connection either, though.

Andy says his sister was well aware of the sex assaults in nearby Tweed.

She even had a name for the man responsible. His nickname around my sister and her friends was the Tweed Creeper. I think that's what they called him. You know, lock your doors. The Tweed Creeper will get you.

The Velvel cops and other police forces declined to discuss details of the investigation into Jessica Loy's disappearance.

But Coroner McMullen, then chief of the Belleville Police Service, said this month her officers were scrutinizing links to other unsolved crimes in the region early on.

Because we had Jessica reported missing to us because it was unusual circumstances, we were dedicating as many resources as we could. And that includes looking at what's happening in your neighboring jurisdictions and what was it? And we were aware that there had been two serious crimes out and tweet against women and that there was another situation in Brighton where a woman was murdered. That's so far away and it's no, no, it's not too far away. It was enough that at the beginning it let's make some contact and have some conversations and see if there's any potential connections.

But first, there was work to be done, starting with those clues. And he says he discovered outside Jessica's house there were three sets of footprints, one going toward the house, the other two, one smaller than the other heading out of the house across the field. Investigators quickly realized the smaller set was a likely match for Jess Lloyd's boots and those tire tracks preserved in the field, the ones going off road into the field, they soon nailed the tire type.

They were Toyotas because it had reports an SUV had been parked in that field the night Jess Lloyd vanished. They could also narrow down the make of the vehicle from the wheelbase. I figured out there was only three derf possible makes that this could have been only three makes a Toyota forerunner, a Jeep Cherokee or a Nissan Pathfinder. But which one could they track it down? On Thursday, February 4th, a week after Judge Lloyd went missing, the police set up a roadblock on the busy highway in front of her home, stopping cars.

One officer chatting up the driver, another surreptitiously checking tire treads afterwards. The police called Andy. They'd made some discovery.

They just said we found something that possibly could be very, very crucial. And that's all that we knew.

Soon after, teams of officers went door knocking on the highway in front of the LOI place and Marrison Cooke live five miles down that very road. Her friend, Howard Gray had a place nearby, and that's how she and Howard found themselves once again telling a couple of cops the story of Van's November break in when they came in to the door.

Then I said, OK, I don't know anything. But if I got a story for you guys that's got to be connected to this.

Howard told the officers about a break in the underwear taken, sex toys stolen. He told them, too, that he and strongly believed her. break-In was linked to those sex assaults almost five months before. Indeed.

They got it. They got it. Yes, they did now. And was convinced her case was linked to Jessica's disappearance.

It had to be related. I mean, that's I felt so scared for her, for me, for all the women.

Sunday, February 7th, just Lloyd had been missing for ten days that night. Andy Lloyd, who was at his mother's place, got the news he had been dreading. Yeah, they just said she's gone. Yeah. She's no longer with us. The worst news possible after running on empty for days, after trying to stay strong for his shattered family and absorbed the blow, was the family's stoic public face. At least, he said they knew. I'm kind of glad that it didn't take forever and ever.

The police didn't tell the Lloyd's all they knew, just that they had an unnamed suspect in custody.

It wasn't until Andy and his cousin turned on the radio the next day that they learned the identity of the suspect. Unbelievable. They said his name and I thought, oh, no. And then they explained his position and who he was. I said, oh, it was simply incomprehensible. This sort of news would explode like a bomb.

And everybody hit the ground running saying, boys, this is the biggest story we're ever going to have. A suspect, but could it possibly be the right man and I pulled it off the law, I said, are you kidding me? I said, You meet the queen. They said, Oh, yeah, yeah, the queen. It was winter dark when the break came, that police roadblock on the highway out front of just Loyd's house, investigators were hoping to find a set of tire tracks to match those found in the field by Jess's house after she disappeared.

It was a long shot, of course.

And then 657 p.m., a Nissan Pathfinder Toyota tires was pulled over for questioning. The officer approached the vehicle, asked to see the driver's license. Had to have been coincidence. The driver was Canadian Forces Colonel Russell Williams, heading home after a day at the nearby Trenton Air Base. In fact, Williams, his base commander, Trenton, the largest air base in Canada, the man in the driver's seat, was a celebrated, decorated military bigwig reputation, impeccable.

So we asked him a question or two and let him go on his way. But also they put a tail on him just in case. But this guy couldn't be the suspect. Not possible. Lucy Crich could have told them that. Crich is a retired sergeant who once worked for Colonel Williams.

I've never seen Colonel Williams ever conduct himself unprofessionally or inappropriately never.

And those cops could have had absolute assurance of the colonel's character from the man who knew him about as well as anybody.

There's three friends in my life that have been close friends and have gotten into my inner circle and come to know my family. And that was one of them. As close as they get.

Yeah, of course.

As get Jeff Farquhar met Russell Williams when he was 19. It was the first day of college, Toronto. They were assigned to the same residence where Jeff discovered he was living with a controlling, neat freak.

I started carrying on a couple of names like Drill Sergeant and Mother Goose.

That kind of thing didn't last for long. They were buddies, close buddies who shared an offbeat sense of humor jump out of closets.

You know, it's kind of a jam instead of each other.

Russ, he was called then was the athlete, a dedicated jogger? He kept his room remarkably clean, folded his laundry, just so rarely talked about family, rarely visited them either.

His parents were divorced. And for a college kid, he was extraordinarily self discipline, obsessive, really.

If he got them to come out for beer and chicken wings, it was exactly two beers. I'd never seen him have more, never seen him intoxicated. And as soon as we got home, I'd take the change out of his wallet and he'd look and see how much he spent.

When Russ was dumped by his first big love, said Jeff, he worried when his friend sought solace and endless screenings of the movie Top Gun.

I was concerned when he kept one of his Top Gun movie because it was all about getting the girl back, getting the girl and flying the plane.

So maybe it shouldn't have come as a surprise when, after college with an economics and political science degree in hand, Russ confided he wanted to join the Air Force.

I was dumbfounded. I thought, why the hell to do all this? He did a pretty, pretty lofty degree, but he said, no, I really want to fly. And he did join the Canadian forces in 1987, earned his wings in 1990, and up he went, captain in 91, major and ninety nine, lieutenant colonel in 2004.

I would describe him as a great boss, Lucy Crich started working for Williams in 2004, he was squadron commander then she the squadrons loadmaster I never, ever saw Colonel Williams upset was that it was just very low keyed, very even, and he was easily approachable and not half bad as a pilot.

We didn't bump and jump when we landed. He knew his job and I knew it well.

But then Williams was flying Canada's top leaders. In 2005, he ferried the Queen of England around during her visit to Canada.

His buddy Geoff was hugely impressed when he saw a few autograph pictures in William's office. And I pulled it off the wall.

I said, Are you kidding me? And I said, Did you meet the queen? And he said, Yeah, yeah, at the Queen. So here I am feeling like a goof because I'm making a big deal of it. And he's thinking, that's just that's my job.

Just the sort of modesty that becomes a standout officer with an impeccable record and a big future. By 2007, Williams was working for the commanding officer of the country's Air Force, Lieutenant General Angus Watt, now retired, that he worked hard, he did his job well.

He provided good advice and he produced good staff work whenever I needed it.

We wish you the very best here for your lives together. But he had a life to. We just got married, Russell Williams was the emcee when Russell himself got married in 1991, the small affair in an art gallery, Jeff was there to emcee for him. Jeff liked his wife, Mary Elizabeth Harryman, Mary Liz to friends. She was a classy lady. So very, very classy and intelligent and fun to be with, too. So I thought it was a good match.

And over the years, Jeff says she clearly learned to laugh about her husband's obsessive behavior. Jeff remembers going to their house one night for dinner.

Russ was taking her jackets at the front door and I opened the closet door. And in there were all these jackets. Mary Liz Amaurosis, I swear to you, they were all lined up within about an inch of each other. And it was a thing of beauty. I thought I was in a men's shop or something. I just threw my jacket and I said, oh, for God sakes, you do it. And Mary Liz laughed and she said, I told you, Jeff, she just let him do it.

Russ and Mary Liz gardened and golf together. They didn't have kids, a cat instead and a home in Orlean's.

She worked long hours as a senior official at the Heart and Stroke Foundation of Canada.

In 2004, after 13 years of marriage, Russ and Mary Liz bought a second home by a lake in Tweed. Jeff was invited up immediately before the deal even closed.

As he remembers it, Russ was taking photos that day, as he did during almost every visit came the camera and he set it up on a tripod and we had some self portrait significance of photos done. Photography had been William's passion for decades. He loved to shoot landscapes and birds and then stored a lot. Particularly he showed the setup to Jeff. But I really felt I was in a well organized photo lab or somebody personal museum of photos by 2009.

As far as Jeff could tell, though, Russ and his wife are increasingly living separate lives during the week he and tweaky at their other home.

They seemed happy.

It was two professionals who went their different ways. We've got together. Yes, certainly both had careers pulling at them in different directions, but I think they made it work.

Then came the night when Colonel Williams was pulled over in that roadblock.

That night, for the first time, investigators began scrutinizing the decorated colonel. Could he be their suspect, the man responsible for the disappearance of Jessica Lloyd? And what about the other crimes nearby, the murder of that military woman, Marie-France KOMO, the two sex assaults and Tweed?

Could this man be responsible for those crimes because this respected military leader be that monster soon beloved friend, the respected boss, the military man with the glittering résumé would reveal his true self in a remarkable and disturbing encounter, Coppock and Colonel that would reverberate across the entire country, the colonel gets a chance to clear his name.

Can he?

What would you be willing to give me today to help me move past you in this investigation? But what you need. It was a week after Jessica Loyd's disappearance from her home in the Canadian city of Belleville, February 4th, 2010, when investigators at that highway roadblock identified a suspect but when they saw his uniform mind blowing.

The man whose tire treads turned up beside Jessica's house was Colonel Russell Williams, commander of the country's largest air force base. They kept an eye on them for a few days, did their homework, and then they invited Colonel Williams to the police station for an interview. What do you agree to come? He did. As you can see here, everything in this room is videotapes and audio tapes. You're being interviewed by the police and are in a room like this before, have never been.

I know David Williams sounds comfortable. His interrogator is Jim Smith, then a detective sergeant of the Ontario Provincial Police. The detective tells the colonel about the continuing search for Jessica Lloyd. He is gracious. Welcome. All right.

Well, Russell, I appreciate you coming in an investigation like this. I mean, I'm sure you can appreciate it. Big news.

Notice it's just Russell Norman, not Colonel Williams.

And that's why we're here on a Sunday afternoon. So, again, I appreciate it.

Ex profiler Craig Akeley has watched the tape of the interrogation. He is impressed.

The first thing he does, the detective, he gives Russell Williams the respect that Russell Williams believes he deserves, but he also places himself at the same level as somebody that Russell Williams can respect. Sure, he's not subservient.

I want to explain. Then the detective goes to work, tells Williams the police are talking to him about two murders and two sexual assaults.

It's a matter of proximity. They tell him the murder of just because the colonel drove past her house on his way to work. Most days, the murder of Corporal Marie-France Comeau because she was William's subordinate and the two sexual assaults because both happened a short walk from the colonel's second home in tweed, a place he used during the week.

Whether Williams knows it or not, the detective is following a playbook that has been tweaked and tweaked again, because essentially there is a connection between you and and all four of those cases which you agree geographic they drive past.

Yes, I would have to say there is a connection here. Yeah.

And that's now the details. Where was Williams the day Jessica Lloyd was reported missing? Friday.

On the day I was at homeless yesterday, mostly I had a sort of a stomach flu and Ottawa or tweet, tweet.

And now to the murder of the corporal under William's command the day that that refines her. Do you remember how you found out you sent an email?

Well, as soon as the the of staff and the base learned, they told me that I can't remember my take that we were talking about, but. Yeah, no, I mean, obviously, many people gets killed, it gets her attentions absolutely. About the trauma. And how did you know, Marie-France? I only met her once. She was on a crew. I was on just after I got to the base next.

So the detective asks Williams again, politely, respectfully, for his DNA.

What would you be willing to give me today to help me move past you in this investigation? But what you need. Well, would you be willing to supply things like fingerprints, blood samples like that? OK, footwear impressions? Yeah.

OK, Williamsdale sounds a little apprehensive.

Can I assume you're going to be discreet as possible? Yeah, because this would have a very significant impact on the base if they thought you thought I did this as a people.

The noose is tightening. The detective offers Williams it out. Would there be some innocent explanation here to connect him to those victimized women?

Is there any contact you may have had with any of those four women that you may not want your wife to be aware of anything like that, that we should know about to try and explain why, if if your DNA is found, that would help us understand why it may be there? Absolutely not.

Not in the homes of the sexual assault victims and not in the homes of the murder victims.

Have you ever visited Marie-France Cornwell at her residence? No. OK, all right. So you're quite positive there would be no reason why your DNA would be any of those three locations. OK, did you know Jessica Lloyd even in passing for any reason? No, I didn't hear her name till it was on the news.

Now, a big reveal from the detective. It's time to bring in the tire treads. Williams has no idea the cops have them contrasty.

How are you gonna find her? I think I think the toilet. Yeah, I don't know the model. This, obviously, if it rings a bell, ever heard of it, does Toyia open country hearts? Let's get a sense right now.

Williams knows they've got something on him.

Russell Williams is a very intelligent man. He pauses before each and every response. He thinks things through. The detective allows him to do this.

Next, the detective gets an important denial from Williams, his Pathfinder, with its tired tires.

Has it ever been in that field?

You're Pathfinder's wheelbase with is very, very close to the width of the of the tires that were left in that field. OK, do you have any recollection at all being off that road as part of the road?

What he's doing as he's building each fact that he presents builds on the fact before, and he allows Russell Williams to process each and every fact and with each fact that is set before it.

Russell Williams inches toward the abyss. He just doesn't know it.

Yeah, but this detective does. You and I both know that the unknown offender, only France Cornwell's body is going to be matched to you quite possibly before the evening's over.

We are in the process in an interview room now for the high flying base commander and one careful soft-spoken detective from the Ontario provincial police and a lot of tension.

He talked about the whole idea of how we've approached you here, OK? The trying to be as just free as possible.

The minutes ticked fast. Four hours ahead, four, five, maybe.

Colonel Russell Williams doesn't know it yet, but he's going down tonight and we spend much time thinking about that as he sits in this bare room. Officers are in his home in tiny tweet, searching for evidence there in the swank, newly renovated townhouse in Ottawa that he and his wife have just moved into a point that will soon make a difference.

Is there anything you know, Detective Sergeant Jim Smith, that Williams, though, that Mr. Nice Guy is done? The tone changes.

The problem is, Russell, is every time I walk out of this room, there's another issue that comes up OK? And it's not issues that point away from you. It's issues of point out. You OK?

The detective is already late. Williams Though the tire treads on his SUV matched tire treads found in a field by Jessica Lloyd's house. He shows Williams the boot prints found behind the house. It's obvious they match the Prince of Williams boots, the very boots he is wearing in this interview room.

Your vehicle drove up the side of Jessica Lloyd's house. Your boots walked to the back of Jessica Lloyd's house on the evening of the 28th and 24 January. You want discretion? We need to have some honesty, OK, because this is this is getting out of control really fast for a really, really fast. This is getting beyond my control. All right, I came in here a few hours ago and I called you the way I called you because I wanted to give you the benefit.

But you and I both know you wrote Jessica Lloyd Tellefson, and I need to know why Williams is busted.

OK, but not yet ready to admit it. So Smith situation ratchets up the pressure.

You and I both know that the unknown offender on Marie-France Cornwell's body is going to be matched to you, quite possibly before the evening's over.

He gives Williams time to think your opportunity to take some control here and to have some explanation that anybody is going to believe is. Quickly expiring and then he turns up the heat again. This to me for a second, OK? And that evidence comes in when I get DNA match on that phone rings and somebody knocks on the door. Your credibility is gone, OK? Because this is how credibility works. Right. And I know you're an intelligent person and you probably don't need to hear this explanation, but I also know your mind's racing right now.

OK, so I've sat across a lot of people in your position over the years. The detective plays to the colonel's self-image.

Imagine how people are going to view you, OK? If the truth comes out after the clear evidence is presented to you when you finally go, OK, I'm screwed.

Now he gets to the point building a constant theme of sort of doing the right thing. How do you want to be viewed here?

Craig Akeley, the former FBI investigator and behavior analyst. I'm doing everything I can for you. How do you want to be viewed? How do you want to be viewed as the driving force of this man's life? It's hard to believe this is. Is. Why is it hard to believe? Long silence is now Williams is cornered. It's just it's just hard to believe. And then this time, only two immediate concerns from a perception perspective are. But my wife must be going through right now.

Yeah, and the impact this is going to have on the Canadian forces. And one more thing for us. What are you looking for? I'm concerned that they're tearing apart my wife's brand new house. So my. But if nobody tells them what's there and what's not, they don't have the confession is coming is right around the corner.

I. Minimize the impact on my life, sort of like. So we do that. Well, we start by telling the truth. OK. Tracy. Here it comes. Three little words. Out got a map, a map so he could show detectives where he dumped Jessica Lloyd Brown body for hours and 40 minutes after they shot down. Williams has cracked thanks to the skill of one patient, persistent detective he allowed Russell Williams.

To arrive at the decision himself, he allowed Russell Williams to feel as if he had some control, even though he didn't.

But Williams was only getting started. He would talk for almost six more hours that night alone, spilling his guts, telling everything, directing the police to find troves of evidence in his homes. Bags and bags of women's underwear. Tapes hidden in the piano.

And the Tweed played thousands of photographs.

He'd taken evidence of his crimes stored on memory sticks in the Ottawa home. I'll tell you why they are a massive concern where they summon the camera back to my office and lead that very night, Williams led investigators to the body of Jessica Lloyd.

He dumped it on a rural road near Tweed.

The formalities, then Colonel Russell Williams, 46 years old, commander of Canada's most important Air Force base, one of the military's best and brightest, would be charged with two murders and two sex assaults.

And later, more charges, 82 lingerie break ins, an attempted break ins in tweed in the Bellville area and in Orleans, the Ottawa suburb where Brenda and Brian lived.

Williams and his wife had lived there, too, just around the corner. But how did he do it? How did he live this incredible double life?

It wasn't hard for investigators to figure it out because the evidence was all there stored in the colonel's own computer. Bizarre and ugly and unbelievable. On the job with a killer, he's smiling, he's laughing, he's completely at ease, he didn't feel anxious over what he did. Did the mask ever slip? Murder charges against a high profile military officer have sent shock waves.

It was stunning news. The commander of Canada's largest air force base, a standout officer, pilot to a prime minister and a queen.

A rapist and killer, two murders, two sex assaults, and he'd actually videotaped himself raping and killing the name Colonel Russell Williams ricocheted across the nation. A wave of disbelief followed.

I just cannot connect Colonel Williams with Russell Williams, the deviant.

After all, this was the man who supervised Canada supply missions to Afghanistan and the nation's disaster relief flights to Haiti after its earthquake.

His friend Jeff Farquhar heard the news and threw up. Could it be Campi?

Could it be possible to press murder? And it just didn't make any sense at all.

But it was true. The friend he thought he knew had carefully, obsessively recorded his depraved double life on thousands of photographs, a highly regarded officer by day, a lingerie thief and worse, far worse.

By night, you look at this individual and say, how could he lead this double life?

But Craig Akeley, former FBI agent Russell Williams is somebody who everything he did was compartmentalize, was categorized not just in his behavior, but in his thoughts.

Williams double life began in September 2007. The lingerie raids, the first one, an idyllic, cozy Cove Lane in Tweed, Larry Jones' home turf and soon Larry Jones daughters home nearby was broken into. She surprised the intruder.

He ran not far because Russell Williams second home was right there on Kostikov two, right next door to Larry Jones Rothera once Williams was arrested.

Police call Larry's daughter gave her the news. The whole family was astounded.

No clue that that could be him. So what? We trusted this guy next door.

Typically, Williams told police he would break into an unlocked door or window. He'd head to the bedrooms, try on female underwear, photograph himself wearing it. He'd steal keepsakes, which he'd photograph later at home in meticulously ordered displays. In essence, Russell Williams was creating his own pornography collection in which he was the star.

That collection was buried in Williams computer in a complex file folder system. The lurid photos, time and date stamped, every offense, logged every location, noted it was all there to be relived again and again.

As he's doing this, the fantasies become stronger and stronger and the acting out has to escalate. He'd worked the area near his Tweed home for eight months with impunity, virtually all his break ins had gone undetected. Then Williams turned to his other neighborhood in Orleans, where he lived with his hard working wife. In the spring of 2008, he committed the first of two dozen break ins.

And again, some homeowners never knew they'd been burgled. But remember Brenda and Brian Rogers? They knew Williams broke into their house in January 2009, left his semen in their daughter's bedroom.

This is now into an arena of showing you I've been in your home. I can come in here any time that I want.

It's just completely shocking and and horrible. And you don't even want to think about it.

Then came July 2009, Colonel Russell Williams took over the top job at Canada's biggest air force base, in charge of some 3000 people cleared by all manner of security checks.

By then, he'd broken into more than 40 different homes in Orleans and tweet some multiple times.

Occasionally, he'd enter a home stark naked. His secret behaviors were about to escalate to rape and murder.

In September, Williams flew a supply mission to a remote Canadian forces base in the Arctic with a local official. He returned to his Tweed home on September 16. That night, he committed his first sexual assault.

Very impressive. The next day, he presided over a publicity stunt, a strongman hauling a huge plane across the tarmac, attempting to break the Guinness World Record.

The velvet balls have decided to dedicate the upcoming season to the men and women of eight, when, 20 days later, he cheerfully fielded reporters questions at a local hockey arena.

Yes, I think I'll have the opportunity to drop the puck at the beginning.

A week later, the second sexual assault, a neighbor three doors down on October 29th, the same day police hauled Barry Jones away for questioning about those sex assault.

Williams was photographed at a book signing at the base, and two weeks after that, he broke into an Marzin Cookes farmhouse, left that taunting message on the computer, urging her to call the cops.

I would imagine for Russell, Williams was the ultimate feeling of power, probably quite exhilarating for him. I think that night I was a target and his crimes escalated and he went from her house.

Next was the murder.

One week later, the murder of Corporal Marie-France Comeau. She was Williams subordinate. He had access to her personnel file, her address, your schedule. The day Marie-France Cobos body was discovered, Williams was taking part in a light hearted United Way fundraiser called Jaelynn Bail, charged with being too young to be a wing commander. At 46, he took part in a mock arrest. He's smiling. He's laughing. He's completely at ease.

He didn't feel anxious over what he did.

As base commander, William sent sincere condolences to Como's grieving family, and then he welcomed Satah to the base. January 2010, disaster relief operation sending aid to Haiti after its earthquake, Williams oversaw the effort, hosted Canada's defense minister on a tour of the Haitian bound supplies, won praise for his handling of the whole thing.

And days later broke into Jessica Loyd's house, took her back to his place of tweed. That's where he murdered her. After hours of torture and then left for work, left her body in his garage, well, her body was lying in his garage.

He drives to the Air Force base, gets into an airplane and flies it to California. I mean, how is that even possible?

He is a complete lack of anxiety in that sense, because once that tension is reduced from acting out, he's fine. So what was to be done with such a man? Canadians would find out soon enough. But will they ever find out the answer to this question? Have you spent much time thinking about that either way? Yeah. Could there possibly be an answer? When disgraced Canadian military man Russell Williams went to court in the fall of 2010 for what was called a sentencing hearing, it was headline news across Canada.

Colonel Russell Williams made his second court appearance. He was brought to court each day, handcuffed, head bowed. It was never any doubt about the outcome of this hearing.

Williams had decided to plead guilty to all 88 charges against him.

There was never any doubt either about the sentence in a country with no death penalty. Williams would be locked up for years and years to come. Chris Nicholas, then detective inspector of the Ontario Provincial Police, led the investigation and went to court each day.

The nation's getting a good dose of reality, just how evil people can be.

But there were those who had already had their dose of reality. Still so hard to get around that fact that, you know, that we were in that much danger and didn't even know it. Evil had touched them. It's about being dirty. You know it all over and changed their lives forever. She tried to tell him, I'm a good person, let me live. And then during the four day hearing, the evidence was on display day after day.

Those pictures, that blank stare, the last pleading words of his victims.

And on screens nationwide, that confession tape on which the killer Reciters Evil act as if they were a trip to the grocery store, like what he did to Jessica Lloyd, even as she begged him, if I die, tell my mother I love her.

Well, so I raped her in in her house. And then I took her to the car and took her to tweet and. Spent the day in tweed, and later, as we were walking, she thought we were leaving. The fact that the murder of Marie-France Comeau, same matter of fact, the same tone prosecutor.

On upstairs. And. Strangled her. Later in the morning, our suffocated her. TPF. After the details were horrific, how she fought back, how viciously he beat her before he raped her and the final obscenity videotaped her death. What in heaven's name was he thinking? The detective try to understand.

I mean, let me ask you this. Did you like or dislike this woman? I didn't know any of them. OK, I admit that found ask that one time and then in our airplane, OK, let's talk about Jessica because she was there with you for the whole day, right. What kind of feelings were you experiencing while you were with her? That she was very. Do you know why you killed it? Well, I think I killed her because I knew that her story would be recognized.

Because she knew I was taking pictures. So because of the two. Stories tweet. And this. So if you didn't take pictures, what would you have done with the. I don't know. Williams was given two life sentences to be served concurrently, no chance of parole for 25 years at least, and so they carted him off to prison and finally the Canadian public could let it go. The Russell Williams horror story had finally come to an end, but not for everyone.

Jeff Farquaad wanted answers. He was convinced something happened to push his old friend over the edge.

Perhaps it was something to do with the medications Williams was taking. Perhaps it was stress.

Jeff didn't contact his old buddy immediately after the story broke, but he did consider visiting him in jail. This is still a friend of mine, and I hate the crimes, but I don't hate press. The Canadian forces took care of some business after Williams was sentenced. His commission was rescinded, a very big deal, and his uniform was burned.

The former commanding officer of the Air Force, Angus Watt, says Williams deserved it.

We take our honor very seriously in the military, and he betrayed that honor so profoundly that I just don't see much room for most military people to to forgive that betrayal.

As for an Morrison Cooke, she believes she was given a second chance. She and Howard married in 2013, but she can't leave her past behind.

I feel that if I if it comes out, it might just be a scream. A scream echoes forever.

In the Ottawa suburb of Orleans, there's a new wariness or so it seems. So many break ins here. For Brenda Konstantine and Brian Rogers, what matters now is telling their story so that no teenage girl is targeted as there is was no child should have to go through that hearing.

The story is one thing, having experienced and lived it and it's another. And then hearing that that he committed murder, he murdered two victims after that. Like, how horrible could that be?

Andy Lloyd has his good days and bad. He still struggles with an evil he can't fathom.

And the question why?

I mean, she was my only sister, so I'll never have any nieces and nephews for my Lloyd. So, you know, I just I won't allow.

Plant thinks of his Marie-France every day. Russell Williams stole from him to a wonderful woman and a hope he had always had the hope in the back of my head.

I was always hoping that she would come back one day to me, not now, not ever.

The colonel, of course, claimed another victim during his murderous run. His wife, Mary Elizabeth Harryman, has yet to speak publicly. It has been widely reported in Canada she had no idea of her husband's double life. She filed for divorce after he pleaded guilty. As for the former colonel, he was sent first to Canada's stately Kingston Penitentiary, later to a prison in Quebec, locked away for years to come. So there will be time for Russell Williams, the man who ran the big, important base to contemplate the question the detective asked him in that airless room.

Why do you think these things happened?

Let me spend much time thinking about that, about why, yeah. Yeah. But I don't know the answers. And I'm pretty sure the answer's no matter. They may not to him, but for those who lost his sister, daughter, the lover, a friend, for those he violated, for those whose peace he stole.

The question will echo until the end of time.