Man TORTURES, MUTILATES, then Brutally Dismembers Two Young Women 

[Music] A warning to our viewers. What you are about to watch is a true story. The following program contains content that some viewers may find disturbing. Viewer discretion is strongly advised. Somebody killed a woman and dumped her remains. We are live over the Oshawa Harbor. Good evening.
The busy spot along the waterfront is now a disturbing crime scene. >> The discovery made by a fisherman and his grandson. They saw a torso in the water. Once again confirming that they have found the remains of 18-year-old Rori Hache. The latest in sign of basement apartment inside this Oshawa home.
This after the teen’s torso was found in the Oshawa Lakeshore nearly 5 months ago. December 29th, 2017. Oshawa, Canada. It’s late evening when two plumbers arrive at a modest apartment building on McMillan Drive. The tenants upstairs have been complaining for hours. Their drains are backed up, completely clogged. Water won’t go down. It should be a routine call.
Snake the pipes, clear whatever’s blocking them, collect the payment and go home. But when plumber Jeremiah Wildboar pulls his equipment from the drain, what emerges isn’t a clump of hair or a build-up of grease. It’s pink. It’s fleshy. And it has hair on it. Between 13 and 14 inches long, coming out in strips, tissue, skin.
The two men freeze. They know immediately what they’re looking at. They’re staring at human remains. They call their supervisor, pack up their tools, and dial 911. Within minutes, four police officers arrive at the apartment building. They trace the pipes down to the basement unit, and they knock on the door.
When 44-year-old Adam Strong answers, the officers ask him one simple question. Why are your pipes clogged? His response is chilling. Okay, you got me. The gig’s up. It’s a body. If you want to recover the rest of her, it’s in my freezer. The officers enter the apartment. In the bedroom, they find a large freezer.
Inside that freezer are four separate trash bags. And inside those bags are the dismembered remains of 18-year-old Rori Hache. A young woman who had been missing for 4 months. But Rori’s murder is only the beginning. Hidden throughout Adam Strong’s squalid apartment, investigators will discover evidence of another killing.
One that happened nearly a decade earlier. This is the story of two young women whose lives were stolen by a predator living one block from a police station. Two families torn apart by unimaginable horror. And a monster who killed with impunity for almost 10 years. But before we continue, please be advised.
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And now, we begin. To understand this story, we need to go back. Back before the horror. Back to when these were just two young women trying to navigate life in a small Ontario city. Because Candace Fitzpatrick and Rori H weren’t statistics. They were daughters. They were loved. And they deserved so much more than what happened to them.
Candace Olga Fitzpatrick was born on February 3rd, 1989 in Oshawa, Ontario. She was the daughter of William Fitzpatrick. A man who would become known to everyone simply as Bill. Those who knew Candace in her younger years remember a spirited girl. Kind-hearted. Full of potential. She grew up in Oshawa’s tight-knit working-class community.
Where neighbors knew each other and families looked out for one another. But like so many young people, Candace struggled during her teenage years. She experimented with drugs. Made some difficult choices. And as she got older, those struggles intensified. Candace would sometimes leave home for weeks at a time.
Disappearing into the streets of Oshawa. But she always came back. That was the pattern. She’d leave, but she’d return. And Bill never gave up hope that his daughter would find her way. In the spring of 2008, Candace was 19 years old. She told her father she was going out. Said she’d be back. Bill Fitzpatrick had heard those words before.
He’d learned to hold on to hope during her absences. Days passed. Then weeks. Then months. But this time, Candace didn’t come home. Bill searched everywhere. He walked the streets of Oshawa looking for his daughter in all the places she used to go. He expanded his search to neighboring cities. Whitby, Ajax, Toronto. He talked to everyone who might have seen her.
Posted flyers. Asked questions. But there was nothing. No sign of Candace. No word from her. Just silence. By 2010, two full years after Candace vanished, Bill officially reported her missing. He launched a Facebook page, desperately reaching out to the community for any information. On that page, he wrote words that would break any parent’s heart.
Miss you. Love you, Candace. Years passed. The hope that had sustained Bill began to fade. Though it never disappeared completely. Because how do you stop hoping? How do you stop searching for your child? He couldn’t. He lived every day with the worst kind of uncertainty. Not knowing if Candace was alive or dead.
Not knowing if she was suffering somewhere needing help. Not knowing if she’d ever walk through his door again. The Oshawa community rallied around Bill. But as time went on, Candace’s disappearance became one of many cold cases. A young woman with a history of drug use who’d gone missing. Society had a way of looking past people like Candace.
Of assuming the worst. Of moving on. But Bill Fitzpatrick never moved on. He kept searching. Kept hoping. Kept loving his daughter wherever she was. What Bill didn’t know, what he couldn’t have known, was that Candace had encountered evil in its most calculating form. And for 10 years, the man responsible would walk free.
9 years after Candace Fitzpatrick vanished, another young woman was trying to find her way in Oshawa. Rori H was born in 1999. A millennial coming of age in small-town Ontario. Those who knew Rori described her as beautiful, strong, and extremely smart. Her godmother, Krisha Mildick, would later say, “We loved her immensely.
” Rori had a close relationship with her mother, Shanan Dion. She was someone’s daughter. Someone’s friend. A real person with dreams and aspirations. But like Candace before her, Rori struggled. She faced homelessness. She battled addiction. Life had dealt her challenges that would test anyone.
Especially someone so young. But here’s what’s important to understand. Rori was so much more than her struggles. Her mother, Shanan, would later fight against the narrative that tried to reduce her daughter to a stereotype. At trial, she made this clear. This case is not about her being a drug addict toss away that wasn’t loved. Because she was so loved.
Those words matter. Because society has a tendency to look at young women like Rori and Candace and see only their vulnerabilities. To see them as disposable. As less worthy of protection, of justice, of being remembered. But that’s not who they were. They were human beings deserving of dignity, of safety, of life.
In the summer of 2017, Rori was 18 years old and pregnant. Despite everything she’d been through, she had hope. She talked about her baby. About turning her life around. About being a mother. Pregnancy gave her something to fight for. A reason to keep going. But her situation also made her incredibly vulnerable.
Young, pregnant, sometimes staying on the streets. Rori needed help. Needed support. Needed safety. In late August 2017, Rori went missing. Her family reported her disappearance on August 30th. And unlike Bill Fitzpatrick’s experience nearly a decade earlier, Rori’s family immediately knew something was terribly wrong. This wasn’t like her.
Rori stayed in touch with her mother. With her godmother. She didn’t just vanish. The search began immediately. Posters went up all over Oshawa. Social media campaign spread her photo. Family and friends walked the streets of downtown Oshawa, checking her known hangouts, talking to people who might have seen her.
Days passed with no word. The fear in Shanan Dion’s chest grew heavier with each sunset. By early September, the search has continued, but hope was fading. Where was Rori? What had happened to her? Was she hurt? Was she being held somewhere? The questions tormented her family. Downtown Oshawa, where Rori was last seen, is a small area.
The kind of place where people know each other, where word travels. But no one had seen anything. No one knew where she’d gone. It was as if Rori H had simply disappeared into thin air. But she hadn’t disappeared. Someone knew exactly where she was. And what had happened to Rori was more horrific than her family could have imagined in their worst nightmares.
September 2017 wore on. The searches continued. And then, on September 11th, a fisherman made a discovery in Oshawa Harbor that would change everything. As we go into the most chilling details of this documentary, take a brief moment to like and subscribe to our channel if you haven’t already for more in-depth investigations and analysis of significant cases like this.
September 11th, 2017. A beautiful late summer day in Oshawa. The kind of day that draws people to the waterfront, to Lake Ontario’s shores, to enjoy what’s left of the warm weather before autumn arrives. At Oshawa Harbor, on the shores of Lake Ontario, fishermen are out on the pier. One of them notices something floating in the water.
At first, he thinks it might be a seal, maybe a large fish. But as he gets closer, the horrifying reality becomes clear. It’s a human torso. No head, no arms, no legs, just a torso floating in the water. Emergency services are called immediately. Within minutes, the harbor area is cordoned off.
Police arrive, followed by forensic teams. The torso is carefully recovered from the lake, but decomposition has already set in, making immediate identification impossible. We would probably reach out to other services to see if there are any uh unsolved missing person investigations. Investigators turn to missing persons databases, searching for anyone who matches the physical characteristics.
DNA samples are collected and sent for testing. The process takes days. And during those days, families across Ontario who have missing loved ones hold their breath, caught between hoping for answers and dreading what those answers might be. Weeks pass, and then the DNA results come back.
The match, Rori H, the 18-year-old woman who’d been missing since late August. Shanan Dion receives the call no mother should ever receive. Her daughter is dead. Not just dead, dismembered. Her torso dumped in Lake Ontario like trash. Later, Shanan would describe that moment. This is when I knew this was a nightmare I was never going to wake from.
But the nightmare was only beginning. Because as devastating as this discovery was, it raised even more horrifying questions. Where was the rest of Rori’s body? What had happened to her? Who had done this? The investigation intensified. Detectives worked around the clock, following every lead, interviewing anyone who might have information.
But there were no suspects, no witnesses, no clear direction for the investigation to go. September turned to October. October turned to November. The case began to grow cold, and somewhere in Oshawa, a killer was confident he’d gotten away with murder. Three months after Rori’s torso was discovered, life in Oshawa continued.
And on McMillan Drive, just one block from the Durham Regional Police Headquarters, residents of a multi-unit apartment building were dealing with a frustrating problem. The toilets were backing up. The drains were completely blocked. On the evening of December 29th, two plumbers arrived for an emergency call.
Jeremiah Wildeboer and his colleague began their work around 7:30 p.m., expecting to find the usual culprits. Hair, grease, maybe a flushed object that shouldn’t have gone down the pipes. They started snaking the drains. And then, Wildeboer pulled something out that made both men freeze. Pink, fleshy substance with hair on it.
Between 13 and 14 inches long, coming out in strips. The plumbers knew immediately what they were looking at. This wasn’t a clog. These were human remains. Wildeboer called his supervisor, who told them to pack up their tools and leave immediately. Then they called police. Communications. Oh, good.
How are you? Good, how are you? Good, thanks. Um just uh I’m a plumber and I’m on site for uh a job. We’ve got uh we’re we’re snaking a drain, and we were we’ve been pulling back uh we’ve probably pulled back about 10 lb, 15 lb of like it looks like flesh type of stuff. >> Meat? And we started to snake, and we’ve been working at it for like 3 4 hours now, right? Okay.
We can’t get it cleared, but we keep pulling back chunks of, you know, whatever the hell it is. Four officers arrived and traced the pipes to their source, a basement apartment. The door belonged to 44-year-old Adam Jeffrey Strong. Officers knocked. Strong answered. An officer asked him directly, “Why are your pipes clogged?” Strong’s response was immediate and chilling.
“Okay, you got me. The gig’s up. It’s a body. If you want to recover the rest of her, it’s in my freezer.” Officers entered Strong’s apartment, and what they found was a scene of unimaginable horror. The apartment was squalid, chaotic. But it was the bedroom that revealed the true depravity of what had happened there.
In Strong’s bedroom sat a large freezer. Inside that freezer, four separate trash bags. And inside those bags, the dismembered remains of Rori H. Her head, her limbs, all carefully preserved, methodically cut up. Strong had been systematically flushing her body parts down his toilet. That’s why the pipes had finally given out. But the evidence didn’t stop there.
Blood spatter covered the bedroom ceiling and walls. There was blood on an air mattress, blood on what investigators identified as a spreader bar, a sex toy used for bondage activities. In a dollar store bag next to Strong’s bed, Rori’s bloody sneakers. Investigators pulled Strong’s phone records and Google location data.
The data showed Strong’s phone at Oshawa Harbor on September 4th, 1 week before Rori’s torso was discovered. He had dumped her torso in the lake, then returned home with the rest of her body. Forensic testing revealed Strong’s semen on Rori’s body. The evidence was overwhelming. This wasn’t just murder.
This was sexual assault, murder, and then the methodical dismemberment and disposal of an 18-year-old woman’s body. But as investigators continued processing the scene, they made another discovery. One that would turn this investigation into something far more sinister. The forensic team found additional DNA, additional blood.
On a large hunting knife in Strong’s apartment, DNA that didn’t match Rori H. Blood in the same freezer, blood in the bedroom. The samples were sent for testing, and when the results came back, investigators realized they were looking at something much worse than they’d imagined. The DNA matched Candace Fitzpatrick, the 19-year-old woman who’d been missing since 2008, almost 10 years earlier.
Bill Fitzpatrick had spent a decade searching for his daughter, posting on Facebook, walking the streets, never giving up hope. And now he had his answer. The worst possible answer. Adam Strong hadn’t just killed Rori H. He’d killed before. And for nearly a decade, he’d lived just one block from a police station, walking freely through the community, a predator hiding in plain sight.
So, who was Adam Strong? Adam Jeffrey Strong was born in 1976 in Ontario. By the time of his arrest in December 2017, he was 44 years old. He’d lived on McMillan Drive in Oshawa for years, in that basement apartment just one block from Durham Regional Police Headquarters. One block from the very people whose job it was to protect the community from predators like him.
Strong worked odd jobs, kept to himself. Neighbors described him as quiet, maybe a little strange, but not threatening. Not someone who raised alarm bells. That’s the terrifying thing about people like Adam Strong. They blend in. They look ordinary, unremarkable. They’re the kind of person you might pass on the street without a second glance.
His basement apartment was isolated with its own separate entrance, minimal oversight from other tenants, the perfect hunting ground for someone with dark intentions. And Strong had a pattern. He targeted vulnerable young women, women struggling with addiction, women experiencing homelessness, women society often overlooks whose disappearances might not be immediately noticed or prioritized.
Women like Candace Fitzpatrick and Rory Hache. Rory’s godmother, Kreesha Mildick, would later put it perfectly. This man blended into our community. He was a block away from the police station, and he committed these heinous acts. After his arrest, Strong’s demeanor was bizarrely calm, almost cavalier. In police interviews, he showed little remorse.
He spoke about dismembering two women in a matter-of-fact way that chilled investigators. You said to the officers, “If you’re looking for the rest of her, you’ll find her in the freezer.” My question to you is the person in that freezer Rory? I decline to answer that question. I was told these things go on for like hours. Is that true? Again, it’s true.
The 24th is when you start this, you said Christmas Eve. Yes. Are you Are you doing this while it’s frozen or did it partially defrost? >> Completely defrosted. Okay. He admitted to dismembering both Candace and Rory, but claimed he didn’t kill them. His defense was absurd. Somehow these women’s bodies had just appeared in his apartment already dead, and he’d simply disposed of them.
But investigators found something on Strong’s computer that told a different story. Before Rory’s death, Strong had been searching the internet for very specific information. How to survive in the wilderness, body decomposition rates, abandoned mine locations, disposal methods. This wasn’t panic after an accidental death.
This was premeditation, planning, calculation. Adam Strong was a predator who’d found the perfect hunting ground and the perfect victims. And for nearly 10 years, he’d gotten away with it. Lead Detective Ellis Maxwell was assigned to build the case against Adam Strong. From December 2017 through 2018, forensic teams conducted one of the most intensive investigations in Durham Region’s history.
Strong’s apartment was processed for weeks. Every surface tested, every item cataloged. When investigators used Luminol, a chemical that reveals blood even after cleaning attempts, the apartment lit up. There was massive blood evidence. Strong had tried to clean, tried to hide what he’d done. There was wet carpet with fans pointed at it, evidence of desperate deep cleaning attempts.
But blood tells its story, even when you try to erase it. Investigators began reconstructing the timeline of Rory Hache’s final hours. Based on the evidence, they determined that on September 1st, 2017, Rory likely encountered Strong somewhere in downtown Oshawa. He brought her back to his apartment on McMillan Drive.
What may have begun consensually, perhaps she agreed to go with him, became something horrific. Superior Court Justice Joseph De Luca would later determine that Strong attacked Rory during a sexual encounter. He repeatedly struck her in the head with a hammer or similar blunt object. The evidence on the spreader bar, that bondage device found in his bedroom, indicated that Rory was restrained, bound when she was killed.
This was a bloodletting event, massive trauma. Her skull was fractured, her face was destroyed by repeated blows. And Rory was pregnant the whole time, adding another even darker layer to this already horrific crime. After murdering Rory, Strong methodically dismembered her body. On September 4th, he drove to Oshawa Harbor and dumped her torso into Lake Ontario.
He kept the rest of her remains in his freezer. And then, over the following months, he slowly flushed parts of her body down his toilet bit by bit until December 29th, when the pipes finally gave out and exposed his crimes. The timeline for Candace Fitzpatrick was harder to reconstruct. In 2008, nearly a decade earlier, Candace had encountered Strong under what investigators believe were similar circumstances.
She was brought to his apartment on McMillan Drive. She was killed there, though the exact method remained unclear due to the lack of physical evidence. The DNA on the hunting knife suggested stabbing or cutting. Her blood was found in the freezer in the bedroom. Strong dismembered her body just as he would later do to Rory.
But unlike Rory, Strong didn’t keep Candace in his freezer. He buried her somewhere, and for 10 years, he stayed silent about where. For 10 years, he got away with murder. In November 2018, Adam Strong was officially charged with two counts of first-degree murder. Crown Prosecutor Brian Gorton led the case.
The evidence against Strong for Rory’s murder was overwhelming, physical evidence, forensic evidence, his own admissions. But for Candace, the case was more challenging. Without a body, without the same level of physical evidence, proving murder beyond a reasonable doubt would be difficult. But the Crown was determined to seek justice for both young women.
And the families, Bill Fitzpatrick, Shannan Dion, Kreesha Mildick, and everyone who loved Candace and Rory, were determined to see Strong held accountable for destroying two lives. Adam Strong was charged in November 2018. But justice would not come quickly. The COVID-19 pandemic brought the world to a halt in 2020, and with it, the trial was postponed multiple times.
Families who’d already waited years for answers would have to wait even longer. Finally, on September 28th, 2020, the trial began at the Oshawa Courthouse. It would be a judge-alone trial presided over by Superior Court Justice Joseph De Luca. Strong pleaded not guilty to both first-degree murder charges.
His defense strategy was remarkable in its audacity. Admit to dismembering both women, but deny killing them. Strong’s lawyers claimed the women had died accidentally and he’d simply disposed of their bodies. The question no one could answer. Why would you dismember someone who died accidentally? Why the elaborate cover-up? The freezer, the flushing of remains.
The defense had no good answer. Over the following months, the Crown presented overwhelming evidence. Jeremiah Wildbore took the stand and described the moment he pulled human flesh from the pipes. Police officers testified about Strong’s confession, about opening that freezer and finding Rory’s remains. Forensic experts presented blood spatter analysis, DNA evidence, timeline reconstructions.
And then, the families testified. Bill Fitzpatrick took the stand. Through tears, he described searching for Candace for years, the Facebook page he’d created, the hope that slowly, agonizingly died. He told the court about 2018, when police informed him they’d found his daughter’s DNA in Strong’s apartment and believed she was dead.
“After all the years of searching, this was not the outcome I expected,” he said. “I was shattered by the news.” Shannan Dion delivered her victim impact statement via Zoom. She tested positive for COVID and couldn’t attend in the extensive search for Rory, the nightmare of identifying her remains. And she said something that would echo through the courtroom.
“There’s no closure. There’s no getting past that.” Kreesha Mildick, Rory’s godmother, attended every single day of the trial. Every single day. Her dedication was absolute. She was there to ensure Rory’s voice was heard, to bear witness, to demand justice for the young woman she’d loved like a daughter. Strong never testified in his own defense.
His lawyers offered no real defense, only technical arguments about the sufficiency of evidence. In December 2020, the trial concluded, and then came the wait. Justice De Luca took 3 months to deliberate, to review the evidence, to reach his decision. For the families, those 3 months were agonizing limbo. March 16th, 2021, 3:00 p.m. The courtroom is packed with families, media, supporters.
Everyone rises as Justice De Luca enters. He begins delivering his lengthy decision, outlining his findings, his reasoning. And then, he announces the verdict for Rory Hache, guilty of first-degree murder. Applause breaks out in the courtroom. De Luca explained his findings. The evidence proved beyond a reasonable doubt that Strong sexually assaulted and murdered Rory Hache.
She died of blunt force trauma during that sexual assault. It was premeditated, planned, first-degree murder during the commission of another serious crime. But then came the second verdict. Candace Fitzpatrick, not guilty of first-degree murder. You could feel the air leave the room, but guilty of manslaughter.
Bill Fitzpatrick stormed out of the courtroom devastated. DeLuca explained there was insufficient evidence to prove that Strong intended to murder Candace. 10 years had passed. Her body had never been found. There was less physical evidence. It was clear that Strong unlawfully caused her death, but intent to murder couldn’t be proven beyond a reasonable doubt.
DeLuca even acknowledged he probably did intend to kill her, but probably is not the test. The emotions in that courtroom were complex. Relief and grief existed side by side. Krissy Melnyk spoke to reporters outside. I’m relieved we have first-degree on Rory, but it comes with some sadness, too, because there’s more than one girl.
I’m very sad for the Fitzpatrick family today. The bond between these families, Rory’s and Candace’s, was evident. United in grief, supporting each other through the worst experience imaginable. Shannan Dion observed Strong as the verdicts were read. For once, his cavalier attitude seemed to crack. “He looks a little rattled right now,” she said.
Strong was remanded into custody. Sentencing would come in 2 months. But for the first time since December 29th, 2017, the families had some measure of justice. It wasn’t perfect justice. It wasn’t complete justice, but it was something. May 28th, 2021. After a 2-day sentencing hearing, the families of Rory H and Candace Fitzpatrick finally had their chance to speak directly to Adam Strong.
Shannan Dion called him what he was, a monster. “This monster took my angel and mutilated her,” she said. “I will never see her fall in love, graduate school, be married, and have children.” Bill Fitzpatrick described the years of searching, the devastation of learning his daughter was dead. And then Justice DeLuca delivered his sentence.
For the first-degree murder of Rory H, life in prison without the possibility of parole for 25 years. For the manslaughter of Candace Fitzpatrick, 18 years to be served concurrently. Strong would be eligible for parole on December 29th, 2042, 25 years from the day of his arrest, but DeLuca’s words carried more weight than the sentence itself.
“You are a dangerous predator,” DeLuca said. “You decided to feed your selfish desires, and in doing so, you took two vulnerable lives. Your moment before us is done. From here, you will go to prison. You will never be seen in public again. In time, you will be forgotten. You will neither be famous nor infamous.
You will simply be gone.” DeLuca continued. “This sentence will likely ensure he will never get out of prison. He has demonstrated in the clearest way possible there is no reasonable prospect for rehabilitation.” Outside the courthouse, Krissy Melnyk told reporters, “Today, this monster is off our street. Today, we let them rest.
” But there was still one agonizing question left unanswered. Where was Candace? Strong was transferred to a federal penitentiary to begin serving his sentence. And then in July 2021, something unexpected happened. Strong spoke to correctional staff. He made a shocking disclosure. He would reveal where Candace Fitzpatrick’s remains were buried.
Why? No one knows. Strong never explained his reasoning. Detective Sergeant Doris Carrier received the information and conducted weeks of interviews with Strong. He agreed to show police the location. On November 4th, 2021, police obtained judicial authorization to take custody of Strong and launched an operation.
Strong, under police escort, led investigators to a location near Secreto Drive and Britannia Avenue East in Oshawa. A small clearing by a tree line, off the beaten path. Strong pointed to a general area where he said he’d buried Candace in 2008. Between November 8th and 13th, human remains were recovered from the site.
Forensic examination was conducted. On November 13th, preliminary DNA testing matched the remains to Candace Fitzpatrick. On February 16th, 2022, Durham Regional Police held a press conference. Both families were present. The identification was official and conclusive. Shannan Dion spoke on behalf of everyone.
“Today, Candace comes home.” It felt like November 9th, 2017 all over again. “It’s a miracle she’s home.” After 14 years, Bill Fitzpatrick finally had his daughter back. He could finally lay her to rest properly, with dignity, with love. Detective Carrier made it clear. No incentive was offered to Strong. No financial compensation.
No added privileges. The question of why he revealed the location remains unanswered. Shannan Dion offered her perspective. “Conscience is ugly when you’re dealing with it in the dark all by yourself. I’m not grateful to him. I’m thankful to God that he made this happen.” Both families could finally begin true healing.
The Oshawa community held vigils and memorials for Rory and Candace, not remembering them as victims, but as beloved daughters, as real people who mattered, who were loved. Krissy Melnyk’s words captured the impact of this tragedy. “The whole trajectory of our lives has been changed by a chance encounter with a monster.
But in the end, both girls came home, and their memories live on, not in the horror of what was done to them, but in the love that surrounded them, the families who never gave up, and the justice that was finally served. Rory H and Candace Fitzpatrick were two young women whose lives were stolen by a predator hiding in plain sight.
They were daughters. They were loved. They were human beings with hopes, dreams, and people who cherished them deeply. Their murders, nearly a decade apart, remind us that the most dangerous monsters don’t announce themselves. They blend into communities. They target the vulnerable, those society too often overlooks or dismisses.
But Rory and Candace were not forgotten. Their families fought for them, searched for them, demanded justice for them, and in the end, both girls came home. Adam Strong will spend the rest of his life in prison, forgotten and alone, exactly as Justice DeLuca promised, exactly as he deserves. But Rory and Candace, they will be remembered, not as victims, not as statistics, but as beloved daughters whose lives mattered, whose stories deserved to be told, whose memories will live on in the hearts of those who loved them.
May they both rest in peace. If you or someone you know is experiencing domestic violence or struggling with addiction, please reach out for help. Resources are available. You are not alone. My condolences. [Applause] Um, how do we start this? It’s Okay, how much of her body did you guys get back? Obviously, the entire skeleton.
Except for the right Well, we obviously, whatever was in the house. Yes. In the freezer. Yes. And how much of it were you able to pull out of the pipes? I couldn’t tell. It was It was bad luck. Yeah, that’s what I tell people. They’re like, “You’re stupid.” I’m like, “You kidding me?” Well, That’s an awesome way. You know, I just I just got rid of The crushed is very hard to accept that this happened so close to the police station, so close to the downtown core, you know.
I’ve lived in Oshawa for 43 years. I was born and raised here. I never um I never thought we had to worry about problems like this here. We had some bad bad bad people, but not not that. Not sent sent straight from the pit of hell, you know what I mean? So, I don’t know I don’t know how to feel about anything other than right now I’m I’m most blessed by the work the detectives have done, and um their superiors, and everything that’s uh been put into this.
I do not get the attitude he’s he’s he’s he’s he’s he’s he’s guilty of nothing in his mind. He’s He’s already judged, tried, and convicted himself of being guilty of nothing. You know what I mean? Um I don’t have any words for this guy. I don’t have any names to call him. I don’t have any words for him other than, you know, maybe think about doing the right thing for this city, and my family, and all my friends that will never be the same again, cuz this has slaughtered us all.
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