Young girl's panties started to go missing; sexual assaults began to occur, and then female bodies were found! Soon this quiet town of Tweed, Ontario, was in panic. What's even more shocking was when an upstanding resident stood accused of the assaults. This was not just any man, but a pillar of the community; a decorated military pilot who had flown Canadian Forces VIP aircraft for dignitaries such as the Queen of England, Prince Philip, the Governor General and Prime Minister of Canada.
This is the story of serial killer Russell Williams, the elite pilot of Canada's Air Force One, and the innocent victims he murdered. Unlike other serial killers, Williams seemed very unaffected about his crimes and leading two different lives.
Alan R. Warren describes the secret life including the abductions, rape and murders that were unleashed on an unsuspecting community. Included are letters written to the victims by Williams and descriptions of the assaults and rapes as seen on videos and photos taken by Williams during the attacks.
KKNW 1150 A.M. Alternative Talk Radio and Syndicated throughout the U.S. & Canada. Previously heard on KFNX 1100 A.M. Phoenix, and the Z Talk Radio Network. It can be Heard online many Different places from iTunes, YouTube , Tune-in, Stitcher Radio, IHeart Media/Spreaker , Podbay, Podomatic and at http://www.somethingweirdmedia.com/house-of-mystery/ Al Warren has his Doctorate in Religious Studies (DD) , Masters Degree ( MM) in Music from University of Washington in Seattle , Bachelor of Arts (BA ) Criminology from the University of British Columbia in Vancouver , B.C. Canada and Recording & Sound Engineering Diploma from the Juno Award Winning Bullfrog Studios in Vancouver B.C. Canada He got his start on Digital Radio for the Z Talk Radio Network and still produces several shows for them. Al Started Writing for Articles in True Case Files Magazine and is still a Contributor, That as led his to Finishing his first Novel in True Crime for RJ Parker Publishing to be Released later this Year!
I sat so merry in my abode
Loving hands around me
I dreamt of such glorious days
One day i would see
I remember the day I left
My room
I closed the door behind me
One quick look again
Then walked away
The room which would always remind me
The glorious days I had dreamt
I did merrily spent
How little did I then know
Life turns on a dime
My room is now not as it was
When I closed the door
Behind me
My room now is a prison
But not how one would invision
It is one of sorrow and grief
Sadness burns into the bare walls
I catch my breath
And weep
Why did thou'st doth betray?
The room which once embraced me
I ask with riddled heart
Jagged and torn
Which wicked riddles have I thus sought?
I sit still
I am now my room
No dreams as once before
I age before my open door
In my room long ago
I sat merrily in my loving abode
Loving hands did hold me
All gone
My room and myself
Now one
Two thrust to be together
Forever
Alone