Sunday, May 31, 2020

A Murder in Barrhaven - 2005


The Murder of Jennifer Teague

by Deirdre Bradley

Barrhaven is a subdivision in the southwest corner of Ottawa, Ontario. It is the type of neighborhood where people feel safe raising their children. It is known by the nick names Farrhaven, Baby-haven and Barbecue Haven. Like many suburbs it has a mix of town houses, single family homes, strip malls and big box stores. Home to many families Barrhaven has a nursing home, a city run Sportsplex and numerous schools . Jan Harder, has been it's representative on City Council for 21 years.

While part of the city of Ottawa, Barrhaven is set apart from the main urban centre by a wide swath of undeveloped land, farm land and forests known collectively as the greenbelt. The greenbelt offers hiking trails, an off-leash dog park and an opportunity for people to experience nature only a short distance from their homes. Most greenbelt facilities are considered day-use and only the main roads have even minimal lighting.

Barrhaven Town Centre has the requisite grocery store, Shoppers Drug Mart and Bed Bath and Beyond. Wendy's is one of the fast food chains in that mall. Jennifer Teague worked there part-time.

Jennifer Teague was born to Ed and Jean Teague on June 30, 1987. She had two older brothers, Kevin and Carey. Her parents had moved to Ottawa the year before when Ed was posted there by the military.

Ed and Jean divorced. Jean, a civil servant, and their three children moved into a home she purchased a short walk from Barrhaven Town Centre. Ed remarried and lived nearby. Ed Teague remained close to his three children.

The kids squabbled among themselves like all kids,” Mrs. Teague told The Citizen in 2005, “but if someone did anything to any of them, the other two were right there for protection, including Jenny.”

Jennifer attended the Elizabeth Wyn Wood Alternative high school. She liked the smaller classes and flexible approach to education. There she joined an environmental group called “Earthcare” and travelled to local elementary schools to talk about conservation. The group later won a prize from the David Suzuki Foundation.

Jennifer held a series of part-time jobs. Like many teenagers she loved to shop and play video games. Her mother said they often would pick the same pair of shoes to try on at the local Winners then laugh about it. She played baseball and soccer and was working at the local Wendy’s, planning to use her next cheque to pay for shots for her kitten, Michael.

On September 7, 2005, Jennifer worked the late shift at Wendy's. She left shortly after midnight. One of her co-workers, Mark, walked her part-way home, then she met a friend, Alicia Blais, at the local Mac's Milk. At around 1:00 am, Alicia and Jennifer parted ways. Jennifer began the 10 minute walk home. Somewhere along the way, she vanished.

When Ottawa Police Detective Greg Brown took the call about Jennifer's disappearance, he had a bad feeling right from the start. Her cell phone had been turned off and there was no banking activity. The Ottawa Police service launched a massive search. A command post was set up in the parking lot of a local church and 120 officers plus volunteers conducted a grid to grid search over the three kilometre area near the disappearance. A nearby baseball diamond was used as a helicopter pad. Friends and family distributed missing person posters around the neighbourhood, Police divers scanned the Jock River and ditches were searched.

Residents were gripped with fear. Barrhaven had not experienced major criminal activity. Nothing like this had happened in the community

The police had two suspects. The first was her co-worker, Mark, who had walked Jennifer part-way home from Wendy's. They had been told that he had a “thing” for Jennifer. He also had scratches on his face.

Mark was read his rights and interrogated. He took and passed a polygraph. He was embarrassed by the scratches on his face which he said were due to a faulty razor, which he supplied to the police. After passing his polygraph, he was eliminated as a suspect.

The second suspect, Boris, was a young man who had driven past Jennifer and her friend while they were sitting outside the Mac's Milk parking lot. Jennifer had given him the finger and the police were wondering if he had retaliated. He was a boy from her high school who did not have a good reputation. They interviewed him and found out his ex girlfriend had a restraining order against him and that there was a broken window in his car. He took a polygraph and was also eliminated as a suspect.

Jennifer's family were also questioned and cleared of any involvement.

After six days the search was scaled back to seven officers. They had come to the end of their resources with no forensic evidence or sign of Jennifer.

The Lime Kiln trail is one of the many trails in the greenbelt maintained by
the National Capital Commission. It’s path leads to one of the few remaining examples of a 19th century Lime Kiln. It was restored in 1999 and has since become a popular hiking trail with 4 kilometres available for walkers and nature lovers. It is 8.4 kilometres from where Jennifer disappeared.

On September 18, 2005, ten days after Jennifer's disappearance, off duty police officer Kevin Wilcox, was jogging on the trail at Lime Kiln. He smelled something distinct – a human body decaying. He found Jennifer buried in the brush. The only piece of forensic evidence found was a silver earring she had been wearing the night she disappeared. Lead detective Brown was contacted. When he saw the body, he wept.

A forensics tent was set up but not near the exact location. Detective Brown did not want the media to report the exact location of the body.

Ed Teague wanted to identify his daughter but he was informed that she was so badly decomposed that her identity could not be confirmed visually. Her body was sent to the coroner in Toronto, Ontario.

On September 29, Jennifer's body was released from the crime lab after extensive testing. Time and cause of death could not be determined. On October 1, the funeral was held at Cedarview Alliance Church. Five hundred mourners attended.

The pressure from the community and the media was relentless. The police canvassed the sex offender’s registry and were in touch with police departments across Canada and the United States.

Police were concerned that there may be a serial killer at work as Jennifer resembled another young woman who had disappeared in Orleans, a subdivision in the east end of Ottawa, two years earlier.

On August 6, 2003, 27 year old Ardeth Wood, a graduate student at the University of Waterloo, was visiting her parents in Orleans, a subdivision in the east end of Ottawa. Shortly after noon she told her mother she was going biking and would be home in a few hours. After failing to return her mother reported her missing. A massive search operation was mounted by the Ottawa Police Service and what would later lead to a Canada-wide two year man hunt.

Witness information lead to the Green Creek near the mouth of the Ottawa River where Ardeth had last been seen. On August 10, 2003, her submerged bicycle was found. On August 11, her body was found near the shoreline metres from where the bicycle was located. Her cause of death was drowning.

Police were informed there had been a male on the bike path between June and the time of Ardeth's murder who was approaching women.

Chris Myers was arrested on October 20, 2005 for her murder. Detective Brown's hopes were raised then dashed when it was discovered that he had been in North Bay, 356 kilometres away at the time of Jennifer's disappearance and was eliminated as a suspect. The Ottawa Police were back at square one with no suspect, forensics or witness to the abduction.

The Wendy's where Jennifer had worked offered a $50,000 award for any information on her disappearance. On April 10, 2006, the police doubled that amount.

On May 24, 2006, video images from the Mac's Milk surveillance camera from the night Jennifer disappeared were released. Police were doing every thing they could to keep the case in the forefront of peoples' minds, and, most of all, the killers who they assumed would be following the case.

Police conducted what is called a consent search to keep the story in the news. Officers went door to door to homes in Barrhaven to speak with residents and inspect their homes.

On June 9, 2006, days after the surveillance photos were published, 24 year old Kevin Davis stripped naked and ran onto Fallowfield Road, one of Barrhaven's major arterials, yelling that he had killed Jennifer Teague. Davis had consumed 10 grams of psilocybin – magic mushrooms. Detective Brown was anxious to speak with him but Davis was being treated for an overdose in an Ottawa hospital under the mental health act. A week later he recanted the confession claiming the constant information on the case and the drugs had caused him to make a false statement. He said the night Jennifer disappeared he was playing video games with a friend, Nick. This alibi could not be proven because Nick had recently been in a car accident and claimed amnesia from a head injury. Davis' mother said he was home when she went to bed the night of the disappearance and was home when she woke up the next morning.

The police kept up the pressure because Kevin's home was near Jennifer's and she would have walked past it on that fateful night.

On June 26, 2006 Davis left his Orr street home in Barrhaven and confessed to the murder a second time to an off duty police officer. “What if I told you something that could make you famous?”.

This time he was not hallucinating. He was taken to the police station where he was read his rights. He waived his right to see a lawyer saying he needed to get it off of his chest.

Detective Brown wanted to make the confession iron clad for court and asked Davis for proof. They did a re-enactment of the night of the crime, driving to the location where Davis had abducted Jennifer. He chose her because the street was poorly lit. He forced her into his car with a hunting knife then took her home. Davis said he had been looking for a girl to abduct for weeks. He felt that girls had hurt him in the past and he wanted to hurt one back.

Davis blindfolded Jennifer and tied her hands behind her back. Jennifer said she had to leave because her mother would be worried. Davis strangled her while his mother slept in the next room. She had sleep apnea and took sleeping medication. He wrapped her in his grandmother's quilt, put her in the trunk of his mother’s cars and drove to the Lime Kiln Trail.

Davis was able to identify exactly where the body had been discovered. He also knew the position she had been found in – face down. This was crucial as it had been information held back from the public because only the killer would know it. Detective Brown had his confession. He had spent many late nights working on this case which had taken time from his own family. His wife was pregnant during the investigation with a baby girl.

On June 27, 2006, Davis was arrested and charged with first degree murder. On November 28, 2007 he was ordered to stand trial for first degree murder. On January 8 2008, his lawyer said he would plead guilty to first degree murder. This is rare in the criminal justice system.

On January 25, 2008 the Teague family and friends faced Davis in court. He pled guilty to the first degree murder of Jennifer Teague. He described how he abducted her from Jockvale Road near the Via train tracks, took her home, strangled her, wrapped up her body then dumped her a few kilometres away on the trail. Jennifer's mother wept when she heard her daughters last words were that she needed to go home because her mother would worry. Everyone in the court room cried. Everyone, except Davis.

Mr. Teague kept eye contact with him the entire time trying to get some sense that Jennifer's killer felt any remorse for his crime. He did not. Mr. Davis did not have any prior offences just this one act of senseless rage and violence towards an innocent young woman. The only relief for the family was they were spared a lengthy trial.

Since the murder Jean Teague has difficulty enjoying the things she used to do like shopping, hockey pools and Christmas and birthday celebrations. Each Christmas the family buys an ornament for Jennifer for the tree. They are kept together to give to the first granddaughter. Her brothers miss their sister terribly and her friends have nightmares and difficulty sleeping.


Wendy's and other fast food chains now offers taxi fare to staff working the late shift.

Councillor Jan Harder said that people should be more aware of their neighbours.

Jennifer Teague - Jenny to her family, Jen to her friends would be 33 now. No one knows what she would have done with her life as all of her wonderful potential was never be realized due to the senseless act of a madman.

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References: Jennifer Teague, Wikipedia
The Detectives, Season 2, “The Walk Home”
The Ottawa Citizen

Very little is online about the killer. This was his only brush with the law.

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Saturday, May 23, 2020

Lockdown Skills

The first few days of the lockdown were the most difficult.  I baked.  I stress ate. I cried in the shower.  After a few days I got a grip and started giving myself daily activities.  I started writing again.  A friend had set up a blog for me a few years ago and I started posting weely.  I cleaned things that hadn't been cleaned in years. 

I  taught myself ZOOM.  I  took an online course through Meetups - a great place to find information on ANYTHING.I

My husband needs weekly injections.  I grew up watching my sister take insulin shots every day so this new task didn't bother me.  I had been trained to give injections years ago when my mother was on the trial drug, interferon.  I can now, for the most part, give painless injections.


I had to stop baking with the exception of muffins.  My metabolism has slowed down and I just can't eat many treats any more.  Instead, I take daily six feet apart walks with one of my friends behind Bell High School in the west end of Ottawa.  We have parking lot lunches at the local Wendys and an independet Greek restaurant, Athens Grill.

Friday night has been designated Boston Pizza night.  They now make a thin crust pesto pizza with arugula that is really good for a chain!

My biggest indulgence is podcasts.  I am totally addicted.  I HATE housework but find once I plug my beloved bluetooth into my phone I can listen to:   Imagine Life, Even the Rich, We Regret to Inform You, Someone Knows something to name a few of my favourites while I scrub, clean and dust.  "Chasing Cosby" took me through an entire ensuite bathroom.  "The Prodfather" another.  I learn while I clean and my mind stays engaged. The best part of podcasts is people can still produce them during quarantine.  My family has started calling me the "Pod zombie" because once my blue tooth is on, I am in my own world.

There was some drama when one of my dogs went after the cat and his tooth got knocked out.  It turns out the cat's tooth was rotting anyways.  It was mostly fur and noise but he got checked out and animal peace rules again here.

I  have a long list of things I can't wait to do. First, of course, is get back to work (I may have a work at home job starting next week I am just waiting for details).  When we finally get released I want a haircut, pedicure, drinks on a patio, a trip to the movies and most of all HUGS from all the people I love/like.

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Thursday, May 21, 2020

We Were Five



We Were Five

Frances, Scott, Laura, Andrew and I were what is now called a squad.  We were always together.

I  met Laura in 1971 when she appeared on my doorstep the day I moved into our subdivision after Bell Canada had transferred my father from Toronto to Ottawa.  We ended up in the same schools until we graduated from high school.  I met Frances that year but deemed her “too bossy” to be my friend-- until 1976 when she became an official best friend.  Scott and Andrew joined us when we were all selected for Grade six French Immersion.  Back then it was an experimental program and the first participants' names were drawn from a hat.

 Laura and Scott were the brains. Frances was our Queen bee. Andrew and I were the funny ones. Christmas involved a gift exchange and sparkling wine.  High school graduation and prom meant a shared table so those of us without dates (me, Scott and Andrew – both half in the closet and me just out of a relationship) still went and had a blast. Birthdays involved at least a cake or a restaurant meal. 

I was lucky because if there was no one special in my life there was always someone to dance with and go out on New Year’s Eve. Andrew and I spent a lot of time together – out at Rocky Horror or dancing in gay bars.  When we were home from university for the summer we spent hours at a local roadhouse drinking coffee.  

After graduating from University we both settled back on Ottawa. We had both met people and started regular rotating dinner parties.   He was an only child so occasionally his mother still cooked for him.  One night we dropped the casserole on the floor and had to order pizza.

The day after I got engaged I kept our shopping date and we went to the Rideau Centre. We had so much fun!  I bought a fancy dress and we had lunch at a pub.

It was a bittersweet time when I was planning my wedding.  My mother had been diagnosed with colon cancer which had spread to her liver.  Jim's mother had been diagnosed with lung cancer and died two months before our wedding.

One night we were at Andrew and John's for dinner and I went into the cupboard to find sweetener for my coffee.  Instead, I found AZT.  That was one of the original drugs to treat HIV infection.

I told my husband of my find when we got home.  Ever the protector he said:

"Maybe he was just holding it for a friend".

A sweet gesture but we both knew it wasn't true.

The next time Andrew and I got together we were walking through little Italy - one of the best parts of his neighbourhood was the pastry and gelato shops and fantastic restaurants.  He knew I saw his pills.  He told me he didn't want to cause me stress when my mother was dying and that he had been diagnosed when he and John decided to move in together.

My first daughter, Bridget, was born in 1996.  Andrew and his new partner, Peter, bought her an outfit from Baby Gap.  Andrew and John had broken up. John was still in the closet and Andrew tired of being presented as "the roommate" while his parents repeatedly tried to set him up with women.  He moved into his own apartment for a year then later joined Peter in Toronto.

I was able to visit Andrew often with Bridget. He got frailer and frailer.  One night he went to sleep and didn't wake up.  He died later in hospital from meningitis, one of the many opportunistic infections that happens when HIV turns to full-blown Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome (AIDS).

I lost a lot when Andrew died.  Andrew was one of the only people in my life who never told me to "calm down" or stop talking.  He was funny, kind and devoted to his friends.  He also did not want to hide the fact he had HIV/AIDS and made sure his obituary had the real cause of death.

Andrew's parents were devasted.  He had been their whole life. Joan was alone for many years after her husband, Pat died of a heart attack. We went out for lunch on a regular basis.  Sometimes I brought my two girls.  They had never had the grandmother experience so Joan called herself Nana Joan and bought them Christmas gifts every year.  After she died her niece gave me the ruby AIDS pin Joan had designed by a local jeweller.

Some people are taken from us too soon.  Life isn't fair but one of the many lessons I learned from Andrew was to live life with integrity and above all, humour.  Together we could quote every single Monty Python sketch.  Everywhere we went together, we laughed.

I miss him every day.

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