-by Jake Doherty
Constable Exner had other priorities. A lanky man from northern Alberta who had come east when his banker father was transferred to Owen Sound, Exner had lived in the Bruce long enough to respect squall weather in winter. Offshore winds were already picking up. Roads would close, schools would shut down in the morning when nothing could move in the blinding blur of wind-whipped snow.
Even on a crime scene.
"If you'll pardon an old woman, Constable, sir," said Nellie, hands on her ample hips, looking out the window, "them bodies aren't moving out of here tonight, no hurry for the coroner now, so let's divide my gang into two groups and--"
"Nellie this is police business, and I wish you ...
By Jon Farmer
When I graduated from high school I thought that I was finished with school busses. So there was something nostalgic about standing outside of a local arena on a Saturday night in June, looking expectantly up the street for a bus. I've reached the midpoint in my twenties where friends are sprinting forward into the responsibility of adulthood, buying houses, and getting married. Many of those milestones have room for spectators. Wedding season comes with invitations but in my part of rural Ontario, late spring is Buck and Doe season and it is open to anyone with a ticket.
By Cathy Hird
The interstate crested the ridge after a long steady climb. Across a wide valley, a line of hills rose, with another behind and a third higher and shrouded in mist. The place we were headed lay beyond those mountains. A hydro corridor cut straight through the heavy forest of the nearest hill, but there was no sign of our road beyond the tarmac right in front of us, heading down.
Part way across the valley, large signs began to flash a warning, "One lane ahead." We began to consider our options . . .
by Kelly Babcock
Friday, July 10th, 8PM 'til 11PM, at The River Café, 986 2nd Ave E., Mossy Gatherings presents Richard Garvey's CD release party for his latest project "Where Fools Gather." Opening for Richard is the talented Orit Shimoni, an intriguing and alluring singer/songwriter and five album veteran of Canadian music. Admission, suggested donation of $10, no one turned away so long as there's room in the venue
Friday, July 10th, at 9PM at the Avalon, 229 9th St. E., come see the Hammerton-Wagler-O'neill Trio. Three of the country's most in-demand musicians combine their prodigious talents to form a peerless classic jazz trio. A Pay What You Can event
Saturday, July 11th, at 7PM at the Avalon, 229 9th St. E., Owen Sound native son, Neil Morley joins the Avalon Quartet. Neil has been playing saxophone since age 11. Though his family recently moved to Guelph, he still loves Owen Sound and visits whenever he can. A Pay What You Can event
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-by Jake Doherty
Complications set in quickly. After several tries on a cell phone, one birder reached his wife at Lion's Head, midway up the Peninsula who, in turn, reached the Ontario Provincial Police detachment in Wiarton. The OPP quickly contacted officers checking snowmobile trails in the Cabot Head area and diverted them to the old cabin hidden in the evergreens and shore rocks circling Windfield Basin.
At first sight, nothing was obvious except that the victims looked as though they had been dead for some time. That removed any suspicion that Nellie or her birder friends could possibly be suspects or even, persons of interest. Early winter storms had wiped out any tracks left by the killer – or killers for that matter. Nor did the deceased still have their wallets with them.
Except that Capt. Adams, however, still had his military dog tags around his neck under a heavy turtleneck that the killer had ignored. Only one bag of clothing for two victims, just a satchel really with a small shaving kit, and only little leftover food, barely enough to sustain them for no more than two or three days.
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