Winter was coming to Edmonton. They were running out of time. What had begun as a simple

missing person's investigation seemed to have uncovered something unthinkable. Like a real-life

version of that TV show, Dexter.

And now, a race against Winter as the detectives searched for a body.

All because they believed the bizarre stories they'd unearthed from Mark Twitchell's computer.

S.K. Confessions.

You gotta realize the computer guys, when they went through the computer, it was a deleted file.

He tried to get rid of the file.

He tried to get rid of it.

The trouble was, Detective Bill Clark and the others knew they were missing something, and it might be the most important bit of the awful story.

They still didn't know how it ended.

That bit was gone, cut off, buried even deeper in Twitchell's computer, maybe irretrievable. We're going to computer guys, come on. You've got to pull up more.

We're right to the point of where he dumped the body and we don't know the location.

So one more time, as each day grew a little colder, frost in the morning, flurries in the

afternoon, the computer people dug through the end trails of Mark Twitchell's laptop.

And then?

A week or two later, finally, there it was.

There was more.

It was the ghoulish end of a very strange story.

Here is how it began. The beginning of the end?

I grabbed a banana nut muffin, a double chocolate donut donut and a cafe mocha on the way to my destination.

But then, but now the horrid, the tone changed.

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