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S05 Episode 3: Endgame (Pt.2 of 3)

Oct 02, 202024 min
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In June 1989, the body of forty-four-year-old Cindy James, who had been missing for two weeks, was found lying in the tall grass behind a derelict property in the suburbs of Richmond, Vancouver. Cindy's hands and feet had been tied behind her back and she appeared to have been drugged.

A coroner confirmed that Cindy died shortly after she went missing. That her body had been found only a short walk from a major road suggested however that it had been placed there quite recently, meaning this was almost certainly a murder.  

But then again, nothing about Cindy’s bizarre and tragic story had ever been certain...  

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You're listening to part two of Unexplained, Season five, episode three, End Game. After the second apparent serious assault on Cindy in her home, though some in the force were beginning to seriously doubt her credibility, attention turned briefly again to doctor Roy Makepeace. In the following days, he was pulled

in for extensive questioning. During an intense six hour interview, Makepeace conceded that he had physically hurt Cindy in the past, but would never think of doing anything remotely like what appeared to have been done to her. It was then suggested by Makepeace that maybe someone connected to Cindy's line of work, being as she was a care of for troubled children, had been responsible an angry relative of one

of the children. Perhaps his theory wasn't pursued. In June nineteen eighty three, Cindy's private investigator, Ozzi Kaban, was alerted to another break in at Cindy's home. After racing to her apartment, he found a deeply upset Cindy poring over yet another distressing note that she'd apparently received. As she explained she'd returned home after work earlier that day to

find the back door left open again. Hearing her dog, Heidi, whimpering in pain from inside, she rushed in to find her badly beaten and tied up to the kitchen table. She found the note next to Heidi. It read last day's warning death Happy Birthday, Cindy. Cindy's birthday was June fourteenth. It was more evidence to Kaban that her attacker was

someone she knew. Then, late one evening in July, a resident of West thirty third Avenue in Vancouver, some two miles away from Cindy's apartment, heard what sounded like someone trying to get in through their front door, keeping the chain on the latch. He pulled the door open and was startled to find a distressed and disorientated woman stumbling about on his doorstep, clawing at something tied tightly around

her neck. It was Cindy. When police received the calls that Cindy had been attacked again, Detective David Bowyer Smythe was swiftly dispatched to investigate Ozzi. Kaban was also quick to arrive on the scene. Cindy had told Kaban earlier that night that she was heading out to Dunbar Park, located between west thirty first and thirty third Avenue, just a few blocks from where she was found to take Heidi for a walk. They'd been there roughly thirty minutes

before she decided to head home. It was while walking westwards on thirty third Avenue that a dark green van with a blurred out window apparently pulled up alongside her. Though she couldn't be sure, she believed there were two figures in the front, one she described as a white, bearded male and the other a female, also white, with long blonde hair. The driver had asked for directions, and the next thing she knew, she was being dragged somewhere before later coming too in some bushes by the side

of the road. When Caban and Bowyer Smythe first arrived to speak with Cindy, she appeared unusually drowsy, as if she had been drugged, and had twigs and leaves wedged inside her trousers. Her dog, Hidi was nowhere to be seen. Caban would find her later wandering around aimlessly a few blocks away. As perplexed as ever detected. Bowyer Smythe headed straight out to Dunbar Community Center car park and promptly

located Cindy's car where she said it would be. Next he made his way to the spot where she claimed she was momentarily abducted. The detective flicked on his flashlight and shot it toward the ground, moving it about in the dark as the occasional car drove by on the road behind him. He suddenly came to a stop. There under the light of the torch, he saw what appeared to be recently made drag marks in the dirt, as if a body had been suddenly dragged off the pavement

at that precise spot. It was enough to convince Detective Bowyer Smythe to have Cindy's case passed up to the RCMP made a crime's unit for Cindy's family and friends. It seemed like the police were now beginning to take her claims more seriously, giving them reason to hope that they might finally start to get some solid answers. But things were only about to get even more peculiar. Gray clouds hang low in the sky. She is standing by the water's edge on a mild summer's day as a

light rain begins to fall. Roy is with her. They are getting into a boat and pushing off from Thormonby Island, a small island located just off the mainland about forty miles west of Vancouver. Now they are dropping anchor somewhere Buccaneer Bay. She thinks a small cove on the northwest shore of South Thormonby. At least that's where they stayed

on the first night of the trip. It was January nineteen eighty five, and Cindy is sitting with her eyes closed in the office of hypnotherapist Carl Booker, recounting a trip she'd taken with her husband back in July of nineteen eighty one. The sessions had been Ozzikaban's idea and had begun in August, three weeks after the last apparent

attack on Cindy. Frustrated by the police's inability to make any inroads into identifying a perpetrator, Kaban had suggested visiting a hypnotherapist to see if it might jog her memory and help provide more information about her assailants. At the first session, Cindy added that she had in fact been dragged into the van and injected in the arm by the man, who, on reflection, she thought might have been

wearing a mask. At the time. She also described how her blouse had been ripped in the assault, and how she'd heard one of the attackers use the word hembagosh, an Afrikan's word which translates to be careful in English, something Cindy had heard her estranged husband's Roy use on

many occasions. In the second session, Cindy provided a more detailed description of the van, but little else, and that's how things would have ended had Cindy not got in touch with Kaban a few weeks later, claiming to be suffering from apparent nightmares and flashbacks that she thought might relate to something horrific she'd experienced but had since suppressed. In January eighty five, Kaban took Cindy to see cal Booker again to find out what the flashbacks might relate to.

Detective BOYA. Smythe and Staff Sergeant Crisp Jornerude from the Royal Canadian Mounted Police accompanied them. It is fair to say that nobody was quite prepared for what happened next. Cindy's regression continued. The day after arriving on Thornmonby Island had been a sunny one, so she and Roy decided to have a barbecue and just spend the day relaxing outside. Their friend Old Joe even stops by to join them. That's good, said Booker. Now what happened on the Wednesday?

Cindy seemed to hesitate for a moment. Go on, Booker urged again. They set off early, she says, with Roy rowing the boat again. There is fishing gear with them now. She doesn't know where they're going, something about a property that Roy wants to take a look at, but she doesn't want to go. Doesn't know what they need another property for, but Roy insists. They turn left out of the bay when she'd expected them to go right. She hasn't been this way before. Cindy shifted in the chair

and seemed to grow more and more uncomfortable. They're approaching a different island now, she says, not one she recognizes, and draw up to a log jetty of some sort. A wooden cabin lies just off the water. There are some other houses dotted about, but not much else. Roy tells her to stay in the boat as he steps onto the jetty and heads toward the cabin closest to them. It has a log roof and a small front porch.

She feels anxious. Left alone in the boat, She calls out to Roy, but he doesn't reply, and now she is stepping off the boat and making her way toward the cabin. She knocks on the door, suddenly feeling a little silly. Roy is nowhere to be seen. She tries the handle and finds the door unlocked. She pushes it open and said Booker, what did you see inside kaban? And the two officers inch forward in anticipation. No, I can't, said Cindy, her face screwing up in horror. But you must,

said Booker. Cindy, her eyes still tightly closed, continued, there are two bodies on the floor, a man and a woman I don't recognize, and blood everywhere. Roy is standing over the bodies. He has a knife in his hand. He is angry, as Cindy then went on to detail. At this point, she ran out of the cabin, grabbed the porch rail, and vomited over the side. The next thing she knew, she was running to the boat, with Roy chasing after her, demanding that she listened to him.

Then he hit her across the face, she said, telling her to calm down. She then claimed to see more blood and an axe swinging down imbedding into something she couldn't see, and Roy telling her that her mother and sisters would be next if she ever told any one. And then they were back on the water, pauling two large bags from out of the boat and throwing them overboard. Booker brought the session to an end, Kaban and the

detectives sat back in astonishment. By the end of that afternoon session, Cindy had effectively implicated her estranged husband Roy in the murder and dismemberment of two unknown individuals. This startling and unexpected revelation seemed to provide investigators with two possible insights into Cindy's situation. On the one hand, if Makepeace had indeed committed a murder, it stood to reason

that he could also be Cindy's mysterious attacker. On the other hand, if Cindy had been doing it all to herself, the revelation of this trauma was at the very least a potential explanation for such bizarre behavior. There remained, of course, the possibility that Cindy's recollection of her trip to Thormonby

Island was deliberately fabricated. But perhaps most complicated of all, there was also the possibility that Cindy's story was in fact just a symbolic and metaphorical expression of her feelings toward her estranged husband, as opposed to a literal account of a horrific event. Either way, having given her account of the trip, the Royal Canadian Mountain Police investigators had little choice but to look into it further. As it transpired, Cindy had indeed gone on a trip to Thormonby Island

with her husband around the time in question. However, as investigators soon discovered, they had also been joined by her sister Melanie, who had no memory of anything unto ward taking place. A few days later, Cindy was back on a boat in Buccaneer Bay, this time accompanied by Ozzi Caban and a Sergeant Ferguson, as they searched for the cabin on the small island that she had depicted under hypnosis. Despite spending the best part of the day searching for it, however,

it remained elusive. Roy make Peace was once again brought in for questioning. Outraged that they would take Cindy's story seriously enough to quiz him about it again, police find nothing incriminating Afterwards, make Peace makes the decision to cut all ties with Cindy for good, and the police are once again left empty handed. Green Chef is a USDA certified organic company that makes eating well easy and affordable

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In the months following Cindy's shocking hypnotherapy sessions, her mental health deteriorated significantly. Though it's important to state that there was absolutely zero physical evidence link Roy make Peace to any murder or any of the attacks that Cindy supposedly endured. What can't be ascertained is to what degree she really believed it had happened. In June nineteen eighty five, Cindy was rushed to hospital having overdosed on pills in an

apparent suicide attempt. She was subsequently diagnosed with depression and moved to Vancouver's Lionsgate Hospital for her own protection and put on a course of antidepressants. With police yet to rule make Peace out entirely as a suspect to a possible murder, they arranged to have Cindy called him up so they could listen in while she asked him about what exactly took place on their nineteen eighty one trip to Thormanby Island. When she did, make Peace accused Cindy

of being insane and denied everything. Both Cindy and make Peace were then placed under twenty four hour police surveillance for the next seven days, during which Cindy claimed her phone line were cut again. The police, however, saw nothing incriminating. The next few months were relatively incident free, though Cindy continued to report a number of threatening calls and yet another sinister note, this time in the form of a

book with a nylon stocking placed inside it. Though Cindy continued to confide in her friends about it all, there were hopes that the worst might now be behind her. On a freezing cold day in early December, a resident cycling through the University Endowment Lands, some six miles west of Cindy's house, spotted a woman lying unconscious in a ditch. Rushing to help, the cyclist was horrified to find a

black nylon stocking tied tightly around the woman's neck. One of her feet was exposed, while on the other she wore a large work boot while on her hands, she wore only one glove. When the woman eventually came round confirmed she was Cindy makepeace. She claimed not to remember anything of the attack. Following what was by then a fourth apparent violent attack, Cindy was sent for a consultation with doctor Anthony Marcus, a forensic psychiatrist with the University

of British Columbia. After a couple of meetings, Marcus came to the devastating conclusion that Cindy was indeed her own stalker, as many in the police force had come to suspect. However, it wasn't simply that she was deliberately faking the attacks or lying about the phone calls. He suggested. Instead, it was his belief that Cindy was intermittently falling in and

out of a psychogenic fugue state. If this were the case, she would have no recollection of what she was doing to herself, and as a result, have every reason to believe that she really was being attacked. According to doctor Marcus's diagnosis, this could well have been brought on as a consequence of a severe trauma that Cindy had previously suffered. Though close friends and family as well as her private investigator Ozzy Caban, remained convinced that Cindy truly was being attacked.

For many in the police, Marcus's assessment was effectively the end of the matter. Doctor Marcus also suggested to Cindy that they begin regular therapy sessions to treat the condition, but she declined the offer because she was already visiting a therapist at the time. Doctor Connolly, her regular therapist, was more sympathetic to the idea that Cindy was genuinely

under attack from an unknown assailant. In April nineteen eighty six, feeling somewhat abandoned by the police and more fearful for her life than ever, Cindy invited her good friends Agnes and Tom Woodcock to stay the night with her. They were just settling down to sleep when Cindy burst into their room in a panic. Together, they ran downstairs to find with horror that the basement was on fire. As Cindy yelled for some one to call the fire service, Agnes ran to the phone, but when she tried to

use it, the line was completely dead. When Tom then ran out to alert the neighbors, he spotted a figure in the shadows seemingly watching the house from across the street, but when Tom called out to them for help, the figure simply turned and ran off into the darkness. Later that evening, with the fire safely extinguished, ARCMP investigators found a possible point of entry for an intruder, a bathroom window that looked to have been forced open. On closer inspection, however,

it was determined to have been forced open from the inside. That, coupled with the discovery of liquid celerant all over the basement carpet, led them to conclude that Cindy was the culprit. A check on doctor Roy Matepiece's whereabouts was made just in case, but he was found to be in South Africa at the time. Only two weeks previously, Agnes and Tom had been staying at Cindy's home when her burglar alarm was triggered. Cindy was sat playing cards with them

at the time. When they went to investigate, they found that part of the basement doors glass window had been completely removed after the fire. Cindy's misery was compounded when her insurance company refused to pay up for the damages, and she was served in a fiction notice from her property. Despite everything. Throughout it all, Cindy had continued her work at Blenheim House, which many believe was one of the

few positives that Cindy had to hold on to. However, on the advice of her therapist, doctor Connolly, Cindy took a six month leave of absence from work and was committed to Saint Paul's Psychiatric Hospital in Vancouver. While at Saint Paul's, Cindy was assessed by a number of psychologists who, although on sure of the correct diagnosis, all came to a similar conclusion to doctor Anthony Marcus that Cindy had

effectively manufactured her own stalker. After two months, Cindy was deemed well enough to be released, and in September nineteen eighty seven, she moved to her property on Claysmith Road in Richmond. With her divorce from Roy now finalized, Cindy changed her name from make Peace to James. With Cindy's life appearing to have stabilized, she was dealt a huge blow when she was asked to resign from her job at Blenheim House. Some claimed it was due to poor performance,

while others believed she was unfairly maligned. After details about her medical history were leaked to her superiors. Though distraught at having to leave the job she loved, Cindy confided in friends that at the very least, perhaps now she'd finally hit rock bottom, her stalker might leave her alone

rather than wallow in it all. Incredibly, Cindy fought hard to turn her life around, and after enrolling again in a series of nursing courses, she managed to secure a new job the following year at Richmond General Hospital, and by the summer of nineteen eighty eight, over a year had gone by without a sinister incident. As a refreshed and hopeful Cindy reveled in the freedom of her new life.

For a moment, it seemed the distresses of the past were finally behind her, but all that was about to change. You've been listening to Unexplained Season five, Episode two End Game. Part two of the third and final part will be

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