Sorry to come back to this, but it is eating away at me. Put yourself in TB’s position that night, God forbid, if only for a few minutes.
The Bosmas want to sell their truck. Desperately. It is costing them a fortune and, as SB says, they could really use the cash. Money was getting a little tight.
So, the afternoon of the 6[SUP]th[/SUP], TB is extremely excited about the prospect of selling the truck. He even appears agitated when it looks like the potential buyer won’t be coming.
Then they call. Coming from Toronto, about an hour away. SB is getting skeptical, wondering if TB should even go on the test drive. I mean, who the hell comes from Toronto for a test drive at 9:00 on a Monday night?
So, TB gets a phone call at 9:05 and walks out from his garage. SB and WDB also see what is going on. Late on a spring night, two men are walking up their long driveway, in the dark, no car in sight. At least one of the men, the shorter one, seems quiet, a little sketchy. Their friend, they say, dropped them off and went to Tim Horton’s.
The three of them hop in the truck and head down the long driveway. SB probably has a bit of an uncomfortable feeling watching the truck pull away. But, hey, nothing bad ever happens around here, right? It’s Ancaster.
So, they turn on Trinity, DM brakes and says their friend can’t find the Tim Horton’s. But they don’t go back to TB’s to meet the friend; instead maybe DM says “He says he is on Book Road, right off Trinity. Do you know where that is?” Maybe Tim says, “Yeah, it’s 100 yards up the road, the next street over.”
So they get to the laneway/field where the Yukon is. It is not idling, no lights are on, even in the dark? Where is this friend? Instead, the Yukon is just parked in the middle of the field, like someone had left it there on purpose. Like it was hidden.
So, by now, TB has no idea something is wrong? That he isn’t piecing this together, even though he can pretty well see his house from where he sits? The same house where his beautiful little girl is sleeping, and where his wife is probably talking to his tenant at this very minute? He could walk over in five minutes. The tall guy tells the short guy to get into the Yukon and “you guys” follow us so we can go our separate ways after the test drive is over.
You know, I have just come all the way from Toronto on a Monday night for a test drive. I am obviously quite interested. If I like the truck, I’m not going to come back to your place and haggle with you over price, or try to hammer out a deal, like most potential buyers would.
Everything is happening so fast now. TB is starting to have serious doubts, maybe even starting to worry a little, but he decides to continue the test drive with these two strangers, and heads north on Trinity towards Brantford. One guy is driving his truck, the other following. It is dark, and there are plenty of roads in the immediate area where the driver could give the truck a little gas, let it go a little, to see how it performed. But no, he continues on to Brantford.
And, despite any uneasiness he may be feeling, does he secretly call his wife or a friend so they can listen to the conversation inside the truck? Does he text her to tell her he is all right, they are just heading out towards Brantford, and he just wants her to know where he is headed? Does TB, an avid church goer and keeper of the faith, text anyone to voice his uneasiness about what is going down? No. Nothing. Smich follows all the way to Brantford. He never hears a bang, never sees a truck swerve (except at Bobcat, which, with the naked eye, doesn’t look like much of a swerve at all), doesn’t see or hear a window shatter, as a shot is fired. He just sees DM getting out of the vehicle in Brantford, putting what appears to be a gun in the satchel. But isn't it pretty dark there at that time of night? Aren't the headlights and taillights off by this time?
That’s what MS wants you to believe. Smell that? There’s some serious bull**** in there, folks.
IMO, I still think TB was shot before they got to the Yukon, either by MS from behind or from the side by DM, with MS incapacitating TB in some way. They go to the field where no one can see them. It is completely dark by now, so they put Tim’s body in the back of the truck, and cover it with a tarp. MS gets in the Yukon, and both vehicles leave, seen by Bullmann as they exit his father’s property. Both trucks pass the Super Sucker at 9:20, the same time MM is texting MS. He is replying to her texts while driving, which explains why he is three seconds behind when they go by the Super Sucker. He then turns his phone off at 9:20. Driving north on Trinity/Hwy 52 in the dark, no one is going to see the blown out passenger side window in TB's truck, but they need to get these plates changed soon. Eventually SB is going to phoning police, and they'll be looking for the truck with TB's plates. .
Bobcat is where they pull over to switch the plates, allowing both of them to settle down, catch their breath and make plans to head to the farm. But of course, the morons think nothing of businesses these days installing cameras, so what do they do? Park right in front of Brantford Bobcat and implicate themselves even further...
Just MOO…..
