I talked to one investigator about the poi with the same last name as one of the people mentioned in the pickton trial and he was investigated. The investigator told me "we've already dealt with him." At that meeting I told him about the other poi who has property in a target zone. The investigator said they would check into him. I haven't heard anything - I guess that's over a year now.
The investigator asked me if I thought the poi had women stay at his house because of drugs. I said I had never seen that poi ever take or be near drugs so I couldn't answer that question. The other one I saw smoking crack with a young woman in the back of his building. There was another young woman, possibly a teenager there and a third came up the stairs from the dirt floor basement, the one that looked like a dark, dreay chamber, a dungeon. They all scooted. My poi often disappeared for hours at a time, within his building with passageways underground.
The poi with the same last name had "a guy" stay over at his house sometimes when he came from High Level. I found a stolen truck in a garage near the poi's property in a target zone. This truck matches the description of the truck Theresa Innes' body was found in in Fort Saskatchewan garage, Svekla's truck. I saw a guy at the poi's property in the target zone in early April 2004, the same month I found the stolen truck. This guy, I remember, looked at me and I think he looks a lot like Svekla. He had round dark sunglasses, he wasn't very tall, he had very little hair. He wore khaki coloured pants, brown shoes and a dress shirt. It was the afternoon and very sunny outside. We were under construction. The three of them were talking to each other, my one poi, giggling, the guy who looked like Svekla turned to me and I heard him say to the other two, "that's her?" and the poi who owns the property said "sssshhhh." and giggled. I was troubled a little, thought it weird.
I told the investigator I saw Rachel in a bar in the target zone when I was there with the poi who has the same last name. I left the table and Rachel was facing the direction I had come from, only one table there really for her to sit down at. I always wonder if she sat there with the poi with the same last name. I was sitting to her left, he was sitting to her left. To her right a few tables but all empty. She looked straight at me, we said nothing. I had a sad feeling for her. I think she knew the poi who has the same last name.
Anyway, I want to be careful about how much I say. It just all seems too heavy a coincidence. They and all the women and girls they hung out with, yet the one poi, my friend, hiding his behaviour, appeared to cover up his behaviour when I was around.