A New Kind of Monster (18 page)

Corporal Marie-France Comeau. “She had found her calling,” her former boyfriend said of the slain flight attendant.
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Comeau's house on Raglan Road in Brighton, west of the 8 Wing base. Williams broke in twice, each time through a basement window on the east side of the house, on the right.

Jessica Lloyd. “Many people have said it took our angel to bring Russell Williams down,” Lloyd's aunt said at the killer's emotional sentencing hearing.
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Lloyd's house on Highway 37, which connects Belleville to Tweed. Williams drove past it twice a day as he commuted between his cottage in Tweed and the 8 Wing base.

Looking out onto Stoco Lake from Williams's house on Cosy Cove Lane, where Jessica Lloyd was held captive for about sixteen hours before she was murdered.

Williams being interviewed by Detective Sergeant Jim Smyth at Ottawa police headquarters on February 7, 2010.
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The boot print found at the back of Jessica Lloyd's house, and photos of one of the boots Williams was wearing when he went in for the interview.
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The patch of woods, off Cary Road in Tweed, where Jessica's body was left by Williams amid a cluster of rocks.

A small sample of Russell Williams's meticulously organized collection of stolen lingerie.
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Countless photos were found of Williams modeling the underwear of women and girls. These were taken in November 2007, two months after the first break-ins to which he later pleaded guilty.

Andy Lloyd, older brother of Jessica, speaking to reporters outside the courthouse during a break in the sentencing hearing of Russell Williams.
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Russell Williams leaving court on October 21, 2010, after being sentenced to life imprisonment. He was dispatched directly to Kingston Penitentiary.
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Mary Elizabeth Harriman, Williams's wife, February 2010.
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t was shortly after midnight on September 17 when Williams stepped out of his cottage on Cosy Cove Lane and walked through the surrounding woods toward his target, once again a thief in the night. Well inside his comfort zone, he was probably feeling confident, and perhaps just a little nervous. Two years had passed since his first break-in in Tweed, just around the corner from where he was heading now, and aside from the one close call in November 2007, he appears to have entirely eluded scrutiny. Since then, he had carried out more than thirty lingerie thefts in Tweed, and not one had been reported to police. Now he was about to dramatically raise the ante.