Finding Jessica Lyod

Finding Jessica Lloyd.

On the Sunday night before his arrest was announced I told a group of friends at a dinner party that the murderer of Jessica Lloyd had been found and it was someone in the Military.

My friends had asked me to join the search for Jessica, one was Jessica's Aunt. That week the divers were searching the river along my property looking for her body. I had to work so the first day I could help was Sunday. 

I know the river very well. I grew up on the river since the end of the 60’s. I know all the spots especially below the dam on my side. I walked the frozen shore downstream looking in all the places the divers would have missed. 

When I came to the spot where my property ends I turned due south to walk my property line first before going down the river further. The line went through the thick cedar and maple trees. I could see a large oak on the property line and I walked towards it with a large pine at my back at the rivers edge. From the first large oak it could see another and I made a line in the snow towards it. It was a good time for me to mark my property line as well. I came to a point where a small pond, Peeper Pond, crossed my path. Normally this is muddy and I could never tell exactly how much of the pond was on my side.

As I approached the pond there were a few fallen cedar trees directly in my path. I picked up a stick and placed it on the fallen cedars to mark my spot in line with big oak behind me and the big oak in front of me.

The pond was frozen so I walked around the fallen cedars and onto the ice and then back to line myself up with the property line. I faced the stick that I left like a cross hair on the cedar and the big oak I used as the marker behind me. Then I turned to line myself up with the big oak to the south. Then I notice something on the snow covered ice. My stick pointed directly at at.

I slowly walked forward. There were tracks in the snow on the pond. As I walked closer, at about two meters away I saw what it was.

A bone.

It looked like a hip done cut with a saw. It was a thin piece about two inches think.

I found Jessica’s bones in my woods; right on my property line and I had walked a straight line directly to it.

I almost threw up. 

The only reason I didn’t throw up was because I didn’t want to contaminate a crime scene. After a few minutes I walked backwards, step for step in the snow. When I was off the ice I turned and walked then ran step for step all the way back to the car. My cell doesn’t work in the woods so I left it there.

I called 911. The gave me the number for the hotline dealing with Jessica. I reported that I found her bones and my address. I was told to wait.

And wait I did. For about two hours. No one came. I expected a huge team of forensic experts to arrive. They never came.

On Thursday before I had told friends it was someone in the Military. I am an outspoken peace activist and had called three of Canada's top brass war criminals in the past week. Did they plant her body on my property to frame me?

So I decided that this was my only time to gather evidence before it gets buried like all the other missing women in my area over the years.

I went back into the woods and followed my trail back to Peeper Pond.

I made I wide circle around the bones so I could follow the tracks.

They weren’t human. They were dog tracks. Someone had cut up her body and dumped it and the dogs had found the bones and carried them into the woods.

About 20 minutes later I found another bone. I called my friend from the woods and told her what I hand found. She is a nurse so I described the bone. She told me to call the hotline again. I did and reported the second bone.

As you can imagine, at this point I thought I had found evidence of Jessica’s murder. There were numerous dog tracks, a small pack leading in many directions. I followed my property line. At the top of a big hill as I was coming out to the road I followed the path of the dogs. I could smell something… see something. Almost throwing up I walked forward. 

I found a pile of butchered carcases. Deer, a small calf and sheep. Dog tracks all over.

That night at a dinner party I said that Jessica’s murderer had been arrested and it was someone in the military. 

On Monday February 8 it was announced that someone was being questioned for Jessica’s disappearance. 

How did I know it was someone in the Military?