Gordon held tight to the jackhammer as it pierced another concrete slab, the vibrations

of the drill only intensifying his steadily growing urge to pee.

With one last chunk dispersed, he eased off on the grip and signalled to a co-worker to

take over.

It was June 1989 and another mild summer's day in Richmond, the coastal city just out

the Vancouver in southwest Canada.

Gordon and his co-workers had spent the best part of the morning breaking up paving stones

outside 8100 Blundell Road in preparation for the laying of a new sidewalk.

Looking for a suitable place to take a leak, Gordon spotted an old derelict house just

off the main road and headed off toward it.

Duking in behind, he continued on through the tall grass toward a small wooded area

to the side, but was startled by the sight of a woman lying fast asleep on the ground,

tucked up like a ball.

Gordon turned instinctively to head back out, but something told him to stop and turn

around.

Looking closer, he realised with horror that the woman's hands and feet had been tied

up behind her.

And then it hit him with the nauseating rush.

She wasn't sleeping at all.

She was dead.

When the Royal Canadian mounted police arrived shortly after to investigate, it didn't

take them long to identify the body.

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