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scene to search the basement, and asked Trickett to use Storm to track the two people that cabby Daniel MacVicar had seen run off.
Trickett knew he would have to keep his eyes on Storm, so he wanted another officer with a shotgun to back him up; the dog could very quickly lead him into a deadly situation, if those responsible for shooting all these people were still hidden in one of the fields nearby. Kevin Cleary assigned an officer to cover Trickett, but Constable Dave Trickett stepped forward. âIf anyoneâs gotta watch out for him, itâs gonna be me.â The other officers understood. The shotgun was handed to the younger brother as both Tricketts, donning bulletproof vests, set out to find the killers. The taxi driver had told police that he thought he saw two people running alongside the building, in the direction of Kings Road, so the officers led Storm across the road and down towards the Sydney River Shopping Plaza. It was the same route Derek Wood had taken after he left his kitbag in the door and went to meet his accomplices at the coffee shop.
âYou remember when we used to walk along the shore back home with our pellet guns? Never thought weâd be doinâ this.â Dave Trickett was trying to relieve the intense strain he and his elder brother felt as they moved along, not knowing what was ahead of them. The older Trickett picked up the theme. âYeah, well, as long as you donât decide itâs time to get back at me for stealinâ your pellet gun all those times you werenât around.â
âDonât you worry. Iâm watchinâ your back, brother.â
The brothers had grown up near Conception Bay, Newfoundland, where John had decided he wanted to be a Mountie after seeing officers in RCMP shore-patrol boats. The younger Trickett had followed his brotherâs lead a few years later.
After finishing his conversation with Stan Jesty, Derek Wood was baffled. He didnât know what he should have expected when he called the police, but he didnât think he would be told to go home; he thought they would want to come and get himâto protect him as the lone survivor of a major crime. Instead, the officer on the phone had been in a hurry to get rid of him. Derek called his cousin Mike and asked him to come get him, but Mike Campbell was half-asleep, and Wood was not sure he understood what heâd been asked to do. Then he called Freeman MacNeilâs house, but MacNeilâs mother said he was not home. Where had MacNeil and Muise gone? Wood became frightened and confused, and found himself beginning to cry. He had to leave the store and go somewhere to clear his head.
Now that Wood had managed to break out of his image as an awkward loner and step into the role of a big-time criminal, he was not sure what to do. He figured heâd covered his tracks with the police, a clever move that made up for forgetting the kitbag in the door in the first place. (Of course, using his own bag to hold open the door, when there were any number of items readily available in the basement, showed how small-time Wood really was.) Wood decided he would walk to Freeman MacNeilâs houseâmore than six kilometres away. Maybe he would find MacNeil and Muise parked somewhere along the way.
MacNeil and Muise were parked, at the side of Beaton Road, not far from MacNeilâs house. They had decided to take the duffel bag containing their clothes and hide it in the woods, where they also disposed of the spent shell-casings. As they jumped back into the car and drove the short distance to the house, they did not notice several unused hollow-point bullets rolling around on the floor in the back of the car. Edith MacNeil heard them come in, and she got out of bed to find out what was going on. Freeman, who had a remarkable ability to create believable explanations for his actions, told his mother heâd driven out to the house to get an inhaler his girlfriend
Trickett knew he would have to keep his eyes on Storm, so he wanted another officer with a shotgun to back him up; the dog could very quickly lead him into a deadly situation, if those responsible for shooting all these people were still hidden in one of the fields nearby. Kevin Cleary assigned an officer to cover Trickett, but Constable Dave Trickett stepped forward. âIf anyoneâs gotta watch out for him, itâs gonna be me.â The other officers understood. The shotgun was handed to the younger brother as both Tricketts, donning bulletproof vests, set out to find the killers. The taxi driver had told police that he thought he saw two people running alongside the building, in the direction of Kings Road, so the officers led Storm across the road and down towards the Sydney River Shopping Plaza. It was the same route Derek Wood had taken after he left his kitbag in the door and went to meet his accomplices at the coffee shop.
âYou remember when we used to walk along the shore back home with our pellet guns? Never thought weâd be doinâ this.â Dave Trickett was trying to relieve the intense strain he and his elder brother felt as they moved along, not knowing what was ahead of them. The older Trickett picked up the theme. âYeah, well, as long as you donât decide itâs time to get back at me for stealinâ your pellet gun all those times you werenât around.â
âDonât you worry. Iâm watchinâ your back, brother.â
The brothers had grown up near Conception Bay, Newfoundland, where John had decided he wanted to be a Mountie after seeing officers in RCMP shore-patrol boats. The younger Trickett had followed his brotherâs lead a few years later.
After finishing his conversation with Stan Jesty, Derek Wood was baffled. He didnât know what he should have expected when he called the police, but he didnât think he would be told to go home; he thought they would want to come and get himâto protect him as the lone survivor of a major crime. Instead, the officer on the phone had been in a hurry to get rid of him. Derek called his cousin Mike and asked him to come get him, but Mike Campbell was half-asleep, and Wood was not sure he understood what heâd been asked to do. Then he called Freeman MacNeilâs house, but MacNeilâs mother said he was not home. Where had MacNeil and Muise gone? Wood became frightened and confused, and found himself beginning to cry. He had to leave the store and go somewhere to clear his head.
Now that Wood had managed to break out of his image as an awkward loner and step into the role of a big-time criminal, he was not sure what to do. He figured heâd covered his tracks with the police, a clever move that made up for forgetting the kitbag in the door in the first place. (Of course, using his own bag to hold open the door, when there were any number of items readily available in the basement, showed how small-time Wood really was.) Wood decided he would walk to Freeman MacNeilâs houseâmore than six kilometres away. Maybe he would find MacNeil and Muise parked somewhere along the way.
MacNeil and Muise were parked, at the side of Beaton Road, not far from MacNeilâs house. They had decided to take the duffel bag containing their clothes and hide it in the woods, where they also disposed of the spent shell-casings. As they jumped back into the car and drove the short distance to the house, they did not notice several unused hollow-point bullets rolling around on the floor in the back of the car. Edith MacNeil heard them come in, and she got out of bed to find out what was going on. Freeman, who had a remarkable ability to create believable explanations for his actions, told his mother heâd driven out to the house to get an inhaler his girlfriend
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