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Let us help you succeed. Here's al Go to beachbody dot com to claim your free membership and start feeling great. You're listening to part three of Unexplained Season five, episode three, End Game, as well as the two way radio. Ozzie Caban gave Cindy a panic button, which she made a habit of carrying with her wherever she went. The button set off an alarm in Coban's office, which would then in turn alert Coband to notify the police that she
was in trouble. In October nineteen eighty eight, Cindy triggered the alarm. When police arrived at her home minutes later, they found her car parked up in the garage, with Cindy unconscious in the driver's seat, partially naked from the waist down, with her legs dangling out of the open door. Duct tape had been stuck over her mouth, and yet another pair of black nylon stockings had been tied around her neck. Her hands had also been tied behind her back.
By the time she made it to hospital, Cindy was in a coma when she finally woke up. All she seemed to remember of the incident was returning home in the car that afternoon, and then being attacked by one or two men just as she was about to get out of it. Once again. Police made a thorough search of the crime scene, and once again they found nothing to suggest that anyone else had been involved in the apparent attack. By the spring of nineteen eighty nine, Cindy
had triggered her panic alarm four more times. She also received another intimidating note, this time left on her car windscreen and discovered by a security guard at Richmond Hospital where she worked. It read simply Soon Cindy. One afternoon in May nineteen eighty nine, Cindy met with her friend and colleague Anne in the canteen at the hospital where they worked. Looking back on the meeting, Anne recalled that Cindy was in a buoyant mood and eagerly awaiting the
five days leave she had coming up. On Thursday, May twenty fifth, Cindy spoke with another good friend, Marion Christensen, on the phone. Marion, who often made the effort to check in with Cindy to make sure she was doing okay, had called to tell Cindy that she was planning a trip to Vancouver Island in the next few days. She hoped that they might be able to see each other.
On the call, Cindy told Marion about her fears that things were beginning to escalate again after months without incident, and that she'd sometimes felt too scared to even leave the house. In spite of this, however, overall, she'd seen happy and was looking forward to attending her friend's son's
ate the birthday party that weekend. It was shortly after that call that Cindy drove out to Blundell Shopping Center on Blundell Road to get some advice about what skincare products she could use to combat a problem that had recently flared up on her face. After that, she headed back to work to collect her paycheck. Arriving a little early,
she met her friend Diane for a quick coffee. Diane remembered the moment well, especially how good Cindy looked after her visit to the moor, which she complimented her on. The pair spoke a bit about the recent break ins at Cindy's house and how Cindy was otherwise in good spirits. However, she also remembered Cindy being worried that things might be too quiet, as if something terrible was about to happen. The pair arranged to have dinner the following evening before
saying their goodbyes. Cindy picked up her page shortly after. Her colleague Tammy, who handed it to her, later remembered thinking it was the happiest she'd seen Cindy in a while. Soon after, at the home of Cindy's friends, Agnes and Tom Woodcock, Agnes received a call from Cindy. She was back at the Blundell Center hoping to find a present
for her friend's son's upcoming birthday. The pair spoke for a short time, making arrangements to meet at Cindy's apartment later that evening to play bridge and stay the night. It was the last time Agnes would ever speak to her friend. As they had arranged, the Woodcocks arrived at Cindy's home on Claysmith Road at ten pm. Normally, Agnes liked to beat the horn when they drove up to let Cindy know. They derived Cindy would always appear at
the window to wave hello. That night, however, she never appeared. As Agnes and Tom drew up to the door, they noticed too that Cindy's blue Chevrolet's Citation wasn't in the drive. Having got no response from knocking on the door, they tried Cindy's neighbor, but he hadn't seen her since she headed off to the shopping mall six hours earlier. Agnes
and Tom returned to their car and waited. When they'd spoken on the phone earlier, Cindy said she'd be home before dark, and it wasn't like her to be late. After twenty minutes, the couple decided to head home and call the police, but first drive to the Blundell Center just in case she might still be there. The center had long since closed when the Woodcocks pulled up into the parking lot, which they found completely empty except for one car parked up in the middle of it, Cindy Chevrolet.
Pulling up to it, Agnes left the headlights on as she and Tom went over to check it out. Inside, they spotted some bags of groceries on the front seat, but no sign of Cindy. Now deeply concerned, the Woodcocks drove straight to the nearest police station, arriving around eleven p m. Heading straight to the front desk, they reported to the staffer on duty that Cindy had seemingly disappeared. However, since it hadn't been twenty four hours, the officer told
them to go away and come back the following day. Recently, a constable named Jerry Anderson had taken on Cindy's file and had told her or her friends to contact him if ever anything suspicious occurred. Since Andersen wasn't working that night, there was nothing the staffer would do for Agnes and Tom, not even allow them to speak to another officer to
explain the situation. Not taking no for an answer, the couple refused to leave the station until finally another officer appeared mercifully after the Woodcock explained everything too, they despatched a patrol car immediately to the Blundell Center At twelve thirty am. Constable Jerry Anderson had just got into bed when the station rang to inform him that Cindy's car had been found seemingly abandoned. But more than that, the attending officer had also found blood on the door and
Cindy's bank and ID cards scattered underneath it. Anderson got dressed and headed straight to the police station. Two weeks prior to her disappearance, Cindy had written a letter to Constable Anderson's department bemoaning the lack of trust she'd felt in most of her dealings with the police. Constable Anderson, who she described as the only officer she could trust and feel comfortable with, was the exception. Later that night, after briefing his staff on the situation, Anderson called Cindy's
parents to let them know she was missing. As forensics dusted the car for Prince, two mounties were sent to search Cindy's house for clues. Inside, they found a clean and well looked after home. A deck of playing cards and a score pat were set up on the table in preparation for the card game that Cindy had been due to play with Agnes and Tom. An hour later, Cindy's car was being loaded onto the back of a truck and taken to the police impound lot to be
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it out. It had just gone three am when Constable's Bowl and Strand arrived at the apartment block where he lived near Kitsilano Beach. Spotting another resident entering the building, the two Mounties took the opportunity to let themselves in and head up to make Peace's apartment. When they tried to speak to make Peace, however, the doctor refused to let them in. Instead, he phoned the building manager, who arrived soon after to see what all the fuss was about.
Only after the officers had shown their id to the manager did Makepeace finally grant them access to his flat. Appearing on edge, Makepeace told the Mounties to keep their distance and to go into the living room where he could see them better. The officers cautiously complied, casting their eyes over the apartment as they went. Makepeace then went on to explain that his nervousness was to do with a series of strange things that had happened recently in the area that had left him on shore of who
to trust. He'd even been keeping a gun in the apartment, he told them for his own protection, and even pulled it out to show them. When asked to account for his recent whereabouts in the last twenty four hours, Makepeace explained that he'd cycled to Richmond and then headed back to Vancouver for dinner with a friend. He then spent the evening helping to install a stereo system at his friend's house before returning to his apartment at midnight. His
friend would later confirm this. So in Richmond yesterday afternoon, said Constable bowl Why, asked Makepeace, what's going on. The officers then explained that Cindy's car had been found at the Blundell shopping Center, but there was no sign of Cindy. Makepeace stood shaking his head. My god, she's dead. She's dead, he said. Collecting himself, Makepeace told the officers that he had something they might want to listen to. Two messages
he'd received on his answering machine the previous October. It was hard to say which was the more strange one delivered in a raspy voice said more smack more downers another grand after we waste no more deal, and the other was this one. Makepeace thought the voice had said Sunday dead meat soon. Since the Sunday before he got the message, he'd seen two characters who seemed out of
place to him hanging outside his apartment block. The men walked away when they noticed that Makepeace was eyeing them from his car on the other side of the road. The doctor wondered if they'd been the same men, perhaps that attacked Cindy, looking to hurt him too. When he played the message to a friend, however, they realized the voice wasn't saying Sunday dead meat soon, but Cindy dead
meat soon. Makepeace said he hadn't told the police about the takes before because he'd grown distrustful of them after all the years of being considered a suspect in the attacks on his ex wife. The morning after Cindy's disappearance, her sister Melanie received a letter from Cindy in the post. It read, this is just a wee note on this beautiful paper to say hi, hope all is well with you and thanks for the interesting mail you've sent. In the last while, I've been busy in the garden whenever
I can, getting it slowly in shape. We've had some really nice weather lately. I'm still getting harassed from time to time by some one trying to break in here. But I think we've come up with the solution. If it doesn't cost too much. Goud is going to wire in a censer for me, so hopefully we'll know when someone enters the back yard and we can quietly call the police while he's busy doing his thing. I'm really hopeful we might actually catch him soon. Wouldn't that be wonderful.
I could actually start living a normal life again. I've almost forgotten what that feels like. The police have been pretty useless, so it would be wonderful to hand him over on a silver platter. Well, I must bathe and get ready for Marion to pick me up. Hope to hear from you soon. By the afternoon, an extensive search by Richmond Police, including searching the shoreline and interviewing anyone within a half block radius at the Blundell Center, had
turned up nothing. Shortly after five pm, Constable Anderson arrived at the police compound to examine Cindy's car. Cindy's black purse was found on the front passenger seat between two brown paper bags of groceries, with another two bags of groceries on the floor. On the back seat, they found two Seers bags with the croquet set and some wrapping paper,
the gift Cindy had bought for her friend's son. A Bank of Montreal deposit slip revealed that she deposited her paycheck at the Center at seven fifty eight PM, the last of her known whereabouts. Curiously, police also found a pad of paper in the glove compartment with the words small silver and KdV seven eighty four written on it, as if Cindy had at some point noted down a
suspicious vehicle she'd seen. The plate was checked against all known plates in British Columbia, but again nothing turned up. The handheld alarm that Ozzie Caban had given her, which she made sure to take with her wherever she went,
was also found in the glove box. A few days after Cindy's body was found, Richard Johnston, a life insurance agent who'd sold Cindia policy, recently called Constable Anderson to let him know that a man had contacted his office requesting details about the policy, claiming to be Cindy's father, He denied all knowledge of the call. Around the same time, the words some bitch died here were graffitied onto a fuel tank beside the house where Cindy's body was found.
Presumably the same person had also painted a rude outline of a body in orange paint on the ground. As Cindy's death began to hit the news, so too did stories begin to emerge about the bizarre circumstances leading up to her disappearance. With Cindy's father Otto acting as the family spokesperson, it was often up to him to outline to the press the extent of the almost seven years of harassment at attacks that Cindy had apparently suffered in the lead up to her death, while decrying the police's
inability to find a perpetrator. As a result, the police were inundated with tips and suggestions by members of the public as to what might have happened, but no genuine leads came out of it. Ozzie Caban, who was on holiday at the time, learned as Cindy's death the day after her body was found After getting the first fight home, he went straight to the morgue to inspect the body
for himself. After learning that it had been found on its right hand side, he was surprised to find blotching and signs of lividity the pooling of blood on the left hand side. Kaban also thought it strange that the skin was so dry considering the shady and damp area where the body had been found, nor did it seem to have been much damaged by other animals, all of which suggested that perhaps Cindy had died elsewhere and the
body taken to the place it was found. Later On, on June twelfth, nineteen eighty nine, and what would have been Cindy's forty fifth birthday, friends and family gathered at her apartment to mourn her death. At her funeral two days later, the police used hidden cameras to record the faces and license plate numbers of all who attended. Doctor roy Makepeace was a notable absentee, since it had never
been a particularly well kept secret. It wasn't long before the press what wind of what many in the police force really felt about Cindy's death. Within days, articles were already circulating questioning both Cindy's mental health and the veracity of all those harassment claims, for which there were almost a hundred in total. Cindy's family were incensed by the speculation.
Twenty days after the body was found, despite being discovered with a stocking around her neck, toxicology results revealed that Cindy had most likely died from an overdose of the sedative florazepam. Dangerous levels of one other sedative and morphine were also present. With so many unanswered questions, the inquest into Cindy's death began in April the following year and evolved eighty witnesses as well as a number of expert testimonies.
Some psychiatrists argued that perhaps Cindy had been suffering from some kind of multiple personality disorder, while others disputed this possibility. This diagnosis, now referred to as dissociative identity disorder, remains
a deeply controversial and much contested one. Though some argued that Cindy couldn't possibly have tied her own hands and feet behind her back in the manner in which her body was found, a not specialist was asked to attempt it themselves for the inquest, they found they were able to achieve something similar in just under fifteen minutes, enough time perhaps for Cindy to drug herself and then make
it to where her body was eventually found. Ozzie Kaban, for one, didn't believe that Cindy would have been able to stage that kind of death on her own. Detective Bowyer Smythe had also remained convinced throughout that Cindy had been the victim of a terrifying harassment campaign. When asked at the inquest to point to who he thought was responsible, he pointed to doctor Roy makepeace. After thirty days, the inquest was brought to an end on May twenty, nineteen ninety,
a year to the day that Cindy died. In the end, the jury were unable to rule whether the death was an accident, a murder, or suicide. Katherine Kinahan, who summed up at the inquest, said, the Vancouver Police Department's position is that Cindy's death was suicide or accident. The proper verdict is the so called open ended verdict. It would be pointless to reopen the investigation at this stage. It's not going to solve the case. There is no more
evidence to be found. The Vancouver Sun reporter Neil Hall, whose nineteen ninety one book The Deaths of Cindy provides extensive coverage of the case, called it the most baffling case that he'd ever come across. Can this be? He asked? Can someone have done this to themselves? Could someone out
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