Alan R. Warren - Beyond Suspicion: Russell Williams A Canadian Serial Killer

BEYOND SUSPICION: Russell Williams: A Canadian Serial Killer

Written by Alan R. Warren

Published in Canada

Cover design, formatting, layout, and editing by Evening Sky Publishing Services

In the beginning, it was all black and white. Maureen OHara

His mind worked very efficiently, remembering all the details right down to the subtlest of changes that would happen. When he was on his daily jog through the neighborhood, he would always have a smile for everyone he met. He would stop to help ladies trying to carry their groceries into their house, or help retrieve a runaway ball for kids playing hockey in the street.

Yes, he was the type of man that we all wanted in our neighborhoods; not only was he pleasant and very helpful, but he was an officer who served our country in wars, put his life on the line for our freedom and way of life.

Everyone who lived around him looked forward to seeing him on his jog, wave, smile, maybe even talk a little about things going on around us or in the world. So, when the news came out about him being a serial killer, rapist, and the man who broke into people's homes and stole personal garments, you could only imagine the deep sudden shock people felt.

This is the true story of Russell Williams. Once the model of a military man, now he sits convicted of a series of crimes that include two counts of first-degree murder, brutal sexual assaults, and 82 home invasions that included a series of strange thefts.

Colonel Russell Williams once seemed the embodiment of the military ideals of duty and honor: a pilot for the Prime Minister and Queen Elizabeth of England, commander of the secret Canadian Air Force Base in the Persian Gulf, and in 2009 appointed commanding officer of Canadas largest, most important Air Force Base in Trenton, Ontario.

Russell Williams's fall from grace is a frightening reminder of the unpredictability of human behavior.

It was just after dusk when Russell Williams left his cabin for his nightly jog. It was mid fall, and it looked like winter was settling into the area a little early this year. The weather was its usual damp, dark and wet November, but slightly chilled through the air, so he had an extra layer of clothes on to keep him warm, as he would be out a little longer than usual tonight.

Williams had selected a route which he had taken three times before this night, so he was somewhat familiar with the roads he planned on taking and knew the distance and time he would need. So why would he be out longer tonight?

Williams was not only running to keep in shape, but he also wanted to do some investigating while he was out. What kinds of things do you investigate on a jog, you might ask? There was a certain house he was keeping an eye on and wanted to make sure he knew all the comings and goings of. Was Williams being a good man and watching a house of one of his neighbors while they were out of town on a vacation?

Not exactly.

Well, yes, he was keeping an eye on his neighbor's house, but they were not away on vacation. In fact, they were living out their average daily routines, like the kids going to school, the father and mother both going to their jobs, getting groceries, and collecting the mail. Nothing out of the ordinary going on there.

So why the interest? Why is the Colonel watching his neighbor's house? If hes not keeping an eye on their property while they're away, why would a high-ranking officer in the armed forces be so curious about his neighbors that he actually routed his daily jog by their home?

Perhaps they were some sort of threat to the country? Maybe they had terrorist ties to the family? This makes for a very curious situation.

On this fourth planned run by the home of the Colonels neighbors, he stopped just as he arrived in front of their house. Williams bent down and began to what looked like tie his shoe, something that happens to me all the time. It seems like my laces are always too long, and they come untied several times during a run or even a walk.

Only, it seemed to be taking quite a long time for him to tie his shoes. I wonder what's wrong? Did his shoelace break? He now started to stand. He took a sharp left and ran into the dark shadows of the street and behind the house. What was he doing?

Williams was now crouched down among three large shrubs that were planted just beside the sidewalk that led to the basement of the house. After a solid five minutes passed, he crept down the stairway and leaned against the basement door. He then seemed to be listening for any sounds, his head pressed against the door. Williams then pressed the right side of his body against the door while his hands were fiddling with the door knob, and suddenly it opened.

He slipped into the basement and closed the door in a split second.