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The first week of July was a particularly murderous one for police officers in the Greater Montreal region, with five killings committed by one man in the span of less than 24 hours. The distraught busi- nessman shot and killed his lawyer and a pregnant notary in an office in Terrebonne, located north of Montreal. A few hours later, he shot and killed his two sons before committing suicide in his home south of Montreal. It did not take long for two police services to connect the killings. The following text was written by an anonymous member of the Longueuil Police Service, which sent police officers to the home of the gunman, where they found the three bodies. This week we came face to face with evil. True evil. My colleagues and I received a call that would make your blood curl. We had to do our job. We had to enter this residence, where we found three bodies. That's three too many bodies. Some so young. Too young. Nothing but morbidity. Darkness. Pain. Imagine the worst possible scenes from a twisted horror film that you might have seen, and multiply the atrocities by 10. You now have a vague idea of what we saw. Despite this horrific scene, it was clear that the show must go on, as they say. We had to make sure we did our job well. We had to think of every detail: evacuation, the safety of witnesses and other persons involved in the case, setting up a perimeter, meeting witnesses, dealing with the media, preparing a report and, of course, informing next of kin. Our job also consisted of confirming a worried mother's worst fears. How would we find the right words? How could we brace ourselves for the paralyzing screams of despair coming from this mother? How could we respond to the tears, the gasps, the shock, and the rage expressed by this mother who had just lost everything? How could we prepare ourselves to tell this woman that her ticket to joy had just expired, and that she would never see her loved ones again? That she would never speak to them again? Would never hold them in her arms? Never have to worry about them? Never have grandchildren? It's impossible to prepare ourselves for this, you will tell me. And you are right. As unbelievable as it may seem, less than 24 hours after this horrible tragedy, our boots were back on the street, and our butts were back in our cruisers, ready to take more calls. And yet, all we really wanted was a brief reprieve from the madness. We meet people and we must use tact, empathy and we must always be courteous, when what we truly wish for is to spend a little while longer, huddled in our bubble of peace, so that we can embrace the quiet. But we have a job to do. We go back on patrol, we hand out tickets, we get yelled at and insulted. It's just another day at the office. But we walk a tightrope. What if another murder-suicide takes place on our territory? When will the next horror scene fall on our laps? Why do we do it? For you. For you, the citizen. We also do it in the unrealistic and crazy hope that such tragedies never reoccur. We fight each day against evil in all its forms. And we will continue this fight until our very last breath. That's what being a cop is all about. It is our calling. 5 w w w . p o l i c e a d v o c a t e s j o u r n a l . c o m Police on the scene of a murder-suicide south of Montreal. PHOTO: Journal de Montréal Three bodies were found inside a house south of Montreal. PHOTO: Journal de Montréal A POLICE STORY Cops come face to face with evil every day. One police officer shares his experience in the wake of a gruesome murder-suicide call

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