Welcome to Vancouver, a Beautiful descent.
Your host Mark is a writer and investigative journalist who has
spent years researching the unsolved crimes, missing persons
and cold cases along the West Coast of Canada.
In this podcast, we'll be diving deep into one of Vancouver's
most vibrant years, 1995, a cultural peak where the city
pulsed with life, entertainment, and opportunity.
Beneath that beauty lay a much darker reality, one that too
many people were unaware of. Our story today starts with that
year of excitement and ends in the quiet, haunting mystery of
Mission Jane Doe, a woman whose remains were found in 1995 just
outside of Vancouver. Her skull, discovered in
Mission, BC, was later tied to the horrific crimes of one of
Canada's most notorious serial killers, Robert Picton.
Though her identity remains unknown to this day, her story
is a stark reminder of the unsolved disappearances that
plagued Vancouver in the late 90s.
This podcast is dedicated to telling these forgotten stories,
stories of the women whose lives were cut tragically short and
whose families may never have had a chance to say goodbye.
As we uncover the mystery of Mission Jane Doe, I hope to shed
light not only on the horrors of the past, but also to bring
empathy and understanding to the victims who were lost in
Vancouver's underbelly. 1995 was a year of vibrant energy in
Vancouver, a time when the city buzzed with entertainment,
sports and cultural movements that defied an era.
It was a time of pagers and arcades and the rise of grunge
music that echoed through the streets, bringing together a
community of dreamers and thrill seekers.
Downtown Vancouver nightlife was alive, from the flashing lights
of the Commodore Ballroom to the pack stands of BC Place, where
the city, sports and teams reigned supreme.
It was a city on a high, driven by Canuck fever.
As the team surged through the NHL, basketball and soccer made
their mark. Vancouver Writes came together
at Nat Bailey Stadium for baseball games, and the City
Music scene exploded with live performances that would be
remembered for years to come. Whatever it was, cheering at a
game or watching a local band or catching the latest movie, 1995
Vancouver was a year of unforgettable moments.
Let me take you back to a time when Vancouver had an entirely
different vibe. For me, this was Vancouver's
peak. It was a golden era.
And no, wasn't only wasn't Just because I was in my early 20s
growing up in the city. Born in the 70s at Grace
Hospital, I watched it morph from a quiet industrial town
into something larger. There was something electric
about the mid 90s, a special energy that filled the air.
I lived in a one bedroom apartment at the White Tower on
Granville and 12th. The rent a mere $600 a month,
completely different from today's prices.
Vancouver had this effortless mix of laid back West Coast
charm, a fresh unstoppable optimism.
It felt like anything was possible.
Summers were a dream. I loved rollerblading around the
sea wall, basking in the ocean breeze, or head into the UBC
Forest reserve for mountain biking.
Vancouver summers meant Sunset Kits Beach, Spanish Banks and
even Wreck Beach. The city was a perfect
playground, blending urban life with nature.
Even when the rain came, which often did, I found comfort in
the cozy, tucked away coffee shops.
I'd grab a large mug of coffee and a bagel, people watching as
a city rhythm pulsed around me. There was a tangible energy in
the air, a beat you could feel. The nightlife.
What about the nights? Unforgettable.
The nightlife scene in Vancouver in 1995 was legendary.
Kit's Pub and the Big Bamboo on Broadway were my regular spots.
We partied until 3:00 AM without a care in the world.
I didn't even think about something going wrong.
That just wasn't on my radar. But back then, Vancouver still
had an edge. The Granville St. strip clubs
added a certain grittiness to the city's soul.
In fact, in the early 90s, Vancouver had earned its
reputation as the stripper capital of the world.
But by the late 90s and early 2000, many had closed their
doors, forever altering the landscape.
Places like the Penthouse, one of Vancouver's most iconic strip
club, remained a fixture for decades.
Granville's Movie Land Arcade, known for its pinball machines
and adult entertainment, these crusty little booths in the
back, was a cultural dinosaur until its closure in 2021, a
casualty of the pandemic. These venues were more than just
businesses, they were part of the gritty, vibrant fabric of
the city. Hollywood North in 1995 was a
pivotal year for Vancouver's rise.
As Hollywood N the city became a hot bed for film production.
I was fortunate to be part of it.
I worked as an extra, studying, acting, even doing stunt work.
I was on the set for shows that would become cultural icons, The
X-Files, Stargates, The Outer Limit.
I was cast a lot as a uniform cop.
I worked on Jackie Chan's Rumble in the Bronx was a massive hit
in 1995. The film industry brought high
paying jobs and it was thrilling to see our city featured on the
big screen. The debut of the Vancouver
Grizzlies in 1995, their first game at General Motors Place,
was electric. It was thrilling to see Michael
Jordan coming to Vancouver to play the Grizzlies and it felt
it felt like the city truly arrived on the world stage.
For a brief moment, it felt like anything was possible.
But for all its beauty and excitement, 1995 had its
shadows. Vancouver had the highest crime
rate of any city in Canada that year.
The city felt like it was teetering on the edge.
The Downtown East Side was a rough place, plagued by
addiction, poverty and violence. But it was here, in the shadows
of Vancouver's underbelly, that women began to disappear.
Nearly 40 by the end of the decade, I vividly remember 0
media surrounding the discovery of three murdered women.
Tracea Loggity, Tammy Pipe Victoria Yonkers Found in the
Fraser Valley and abducted, taken from the Downtown East
Side The Downtown East Side women were going missing in
whispers of dangers echoed through the street.
In September of that year, a brutal murder of a 28 year old
of Chantelle Gelade, a transgender woman, sent shock
waves through the city. The violence was stark and raw,
and a sobering reminder of the dangers that lurked in the city
shadow. And then there was Terry Driver,
the Abbotsford killer who terrorized the city after the
murder of a 16 year old, Tanya Smith.
His haunting phone calls and letters to the police created a
collective fear his his capture brought some relief, but the
scars of that year lingered. Vancouver started to change.
The carefree, vibrant energy was still there, but it tinged with
something darker and more dangerous. 1995 was a turning
point for Vancouver, a year filled with beauty and
excitement and possibility, but also a time when the city's
edges began to fray. Looking back, Vancouver in the
mid 90s will always hold a special place in my heart.
It was an experience that shaped me, a time when the city was
alive with potential, but also a place where darkness and light
intertwined, leaving an indelible mark on everyone who
lived through it. This series will take a deep
dive into Vancouver's transformation from a vibrant,
opportunity filled West Coast city in the 1990s to its current
state, now facing a severe crisis of poverty, addiction and
social unrest coincided with the emergence of organized crime,
drug activity, and an underworld fueled by drugs and fast money.
This series will trace roots of these issues, showing how the
unchecked growth of crime in the 1990s laid a foundation for the
challenges the city faces today. We'll explore how Vancouver
became a haven for drug cartels, money laundering, and gang
violence, while outwardly presenting itself as a
prosperous and booming metropolis.
And of these two realities, Vancouver scenic beauty and
opportunity versus its dark underbelly of crime and
addiction will be a central theme.
This will include a close look of how the city's organized
crime syndicates grew and thrived in how authority
struggled to contain criminal networks that were deeply
entrenched by the early 2000s. Through the series, we'll also
uncover the social and economic factors that driven Vancouver to
its current state, where it's now known as a fentanyl capital
of the world. We will investigate the rise of
the opiate crisis, homelessness and systemic poverty that has
made these two problems so difficult to solve.
The narrative will take listeners from the gritty
streets of the Downtown East Side in the 1990s, where the
seeds of these issues were sown, to present day Vancouver, where
the crisis has reached unprecedent levels.
Ultimately, this series will connect the dots between
Vancouver's glamorous rise. Ultimately, this series will
connect the dots between Vancouver's glamorous rise and
the social decay lurking beneath the surface.
We'll examine the circumstance of decisions that shaped the
city's destiny, offering a comprehensive look of how the
place known for its beauty and promise have come to face some
of the most pressing social challenges of our time.
Something darker already taken root, Something no one saw
coming that lost control. But where did it all begin?
We unravel a mystery that goes back decades.
So many things have changed since the opening of GM Place in
1995. When Vancouver was a city on the
rise, major changes were taking place that would shape its
future. One of the biggest milestones
was the opening of GM Place, now Rogers Arena. 160 million dollar
privately funded arena that became the new home for both the
Vancouver Canucks and the Vancouver Grizzlies.
The first event at GM Place was a sold out Bryant Adams concert
were 16,000 fans packed the arena to see the local star kick
off a new era for the city. The 1995 and 96 season was a
significant one of Vancouver sports where the Canucks were
joined by the newly established Vancouver Grizzly NBA team.
The Grizzlies lineup featured players like Greg Anthony, Big
Country, Reeves and Brian Scott. Tickets to a Grizzly game was
priced at $50.00 for the lower bowl, giving Vancouver fans our
first taste of NBA professional basketball.
But on the ice, the Vancouver Canucks were led by captain
Trevor Linden. With the roster included, stars
like Pavel Buray, Alexander Mcgillney and Canucks fans paid
$55 for upper bowl seats to watch their team compete.
The arena quickly became a hub for both hockey and basketball
excitement. Beyond the sports, 1995 was a
pivotal year for Vancouver culture and fashion.
Grunge was still dominating the music scenes, bands like Nirvana
influencing the city's youth fashion trends.
Ripped jeans, Plaid shirts, heavy Doc Martens were
everywhere and at the time, the film Clueless made a huge impact
on fashion, making popular Plaid skirts, crop tops and bold
colors for women. Politically, Vancouver was under
the leadership of Politically, Vancouver was under the
leadership of Mayor Philip Owen, who would eventually lead to the
opening of Insight, the first safe injection site in North
America. Mike Harcourt was the premier of
British Columbia, though his time in office would end in
scandals with Bingo Gate, a fundraiser controversy that
rocked the NDP. Meanwhile, the city public
transit was evolving, with the West Coast Express launching
that year to connect suburban areas like Coquitlam, Port Moody
and Mission to downtown Vancouver.
The Sky Train, already a familiar part of the city
landscape since Expo 86, continued to expand, providing
an ever growing a network for commuters.
Vancouver in 1995 was a city on the cusp of change, its
cultural, political, sporting landscape all undergoing
significant shifts, making it a very memorable year in the
city's history. The underbelly A rising
darkness? Well, Vancouver boomed
economically, thanks to the part of real estate investments.
In the flood of immigration, especially from Hong Kong, the
city was also facing an unprecedent surge in crime.
Drug addiction, gang violence, drive by shootings and nightclub
attacks painted a stark contrast to the city's glittering
skyline. By 1995, Vancouver By 1995,
Vancouver had the most homicides in Canada, twice the number Of
Montreal and Toronto. The Bar Watch program, created
in December of 1995, was a direct response to the
escalating violence Vancouver drug crisis behind the scenes
and Vancouver's relationship with drugs was deepening.
The city was once known for its opium trade, has become
notorious for its rampant heroin and cocaine problems by 1995.
By 1995, Vancouver was being called the city with the biggest
drug addiction problem in Canada.
Experts like Doctor Thomas Cure pointed to Vancouver's potent
drug supply and its role as a port city for its staggering
addiction rates. The Downtown Eastside in
particular was descending into chaos and as homelessness and
drug use exploded. A city of contrasts in 1995
marked the beginning of a tale of two Vancouver's one of
prosperity, one of international acclaim, the other of darkness
and desperation. As gang violence, drug addiction
and rising crime rates took root, Vancouver challenges
became more impossible to ignore.
Vancouver's turning point has come, and setting the stage for
years of social and economic battles that would defy that
will define the city's future. In this series, we will shed
light on the unsettling disappearances that plagued the
Downtown East Side. Despite being one of Vancouver's
most prosperous cities, Vancouver harbors a sinister
secret within its downtown district, where dozens of women
have gone missing, most of them involved in the sex trade.
The city pristine exterior surrounded by mountains and
Pacific Ocean, stands in stark contrast to the gritty reality
just east of the trendy gas town among Hastings St.
Here, the atmosphere is marked by human stained, misery soaked
doorways, individuals struggling with addiction.
The city's pristine exterior, surrounded by mountains and the
Pacific Ocean, stands in stark contrast to the gritty reality
just east of the trendy Gastown among Hastings St.
Here, the atmosphere is marked by human stain.
The atmosphere is marked by human stained, misery soaked
doorways, individuals struggling with addiction and a thriving
sex trade. Prevalence of sex workers has
become a haunting backdrop as women and girls as young as 14
solicit services for their drug fix.
Starting in 1978, women and girls, predominantly sex
workers, have disappeared from this area.
Despite efforts of law enforcement, there is a glaring
absence of forensic evidence, no body, no witnesses or reports of
abduction. The Amis atmosphere is
compounded by the global reputation as Vancouver has
gained for a hotspot for sex criminals and pedophiles that
we'll be exposing in this series.
The potential for multiple serial killers operating
simultaneously is a grim possibility Of the peak of the
women going missing in the Downtown East Side.
Police considered there are more than 600 potential suspects and
100 of which are considered high priority. 1/4 of the Downtown
Eastside residents tested positive for HIV by 1997 as a
result of unsafe sex and shared needles.
In 1997, unsafe sex, shared needles have taken its toll. 1/4
of the neighborhood's residents tested positive for HIV.
The Downtown Eastside had sex workers as young as 11.
In 1995, a survey of Downtown Eastside working girls and women
revealed that 73% of them entered the sex trade as
children, and the same percent were unwed mothers, averaging
three children each of 90%. And of those and of those, 90%
had lost her children to their to the state.
Fewer than half knew where their children were.
Nearly 3/4 of the Downtown Eastside sex workers were
Indigenous. More than 80% were born and
raised outside of Vancouver in 1998, the average one death per
day from drug overdose, making it the highest rate in Canadian
history. Unraveling Vancouver's Downtown
Eastside A Crisis in the mid 90s In the mid 1990s, the Downtown
East side of Vancouver witnessed a transformation that would
deeply affect the neighborhood for decades to come.
The rapid influx of crack cocaine and China white heroin
reshaped the community into one marked by addiction, violence
and despair. By mid 1990s, highly potent
forms of crack cocaine and heroin flooded the streets of
the Downtown Eastside. These drugs were stronger than
what was previously circulated, quick quickly quickly tightened
their grip on users. Drug use became more visible,
especially on welfare Wednesday when government checks were
issued. The public spaces were filled
with people opening using drugs in broad daylight, leading to a
chaotic and dangerous environment.
The strength of these drugs led to a rapid increase of addiction
and overdose death. For many, the pole of addiction
became inescapable, resulting in severe health consequences and
loss of life. Many sex workers who've been
displaced by jennification and other parts of Vancouver, such
as Davie St. found themselves in the Downtown East Side, where
drugs ruled the street, Crack and heroin were often traded as
currency, and sex workers were exploited for their addiction,
making their already dangerous profession more dangerous.
Many women, particularly Indigenous women, began to
disappear at alarming rates. These disappearances were often
ignored or dismissed, reflecting a systemic failure to protect
vulnerable individuals trapped in the cycles of poverty and
addiction and exploitation. The Downtown Eastside, once a
working class neighborhood with a vibrant community, has turned
into a survival zone. Crime and violence increase and
exploitation became rampant. Dealers and predators took
advantage of this. Dealers and predators took
advantage of the desperation of people living in this devastated
area. The tale of two Vancouvers.
By 1995, Vancouver has become a city divided.
Prosperous Vancouver and one part of the city.
Glamour well thrived. Upscale restaurants, boutique
Film Festival, music events defied a city of opportunity.
It was a time of prosperity and culture, predominance of
cultural prominence. The Downtown Eastside Just
blocks away, the Downtown Eastside became a stark
contrast. A city filled with addiction,
homelessness, exploitation. Crack cocaine was smoked openly,
heroin use was rampant. Vulnerable sex workers were
caught in the brutal cycle of drugs and violence to survival
sex, often exchanging their bodies for drugs in desperate
situations. The mid 1990s also saw a rise of
the HIV epidemic that ravaged the Downtown Eastside,
especially among people who injected drugs and sex workers.
By 1997, up to 40% of Vancouver's estimated 15,000
drug users have become HIV positive, making Downtown
Eastside the epicenter of an epidemic in Canada.
Street based sex workers, many of them whom engage in survival
sex to funder addiction, were disproportionately affected by
the outbreak. Indigenous sex workers were over
representative in the effect of population highlighting systemic
issues of colonialism, intergenerational trauma that
made them more vulnerable, the West End expulsion and
consequences, heightened levels of violence, physical and sexual
abuse. Many were subjected to assault,
rape and other forms of violence, often without recourse
or protection from authorities. Fear of stigma, criminal
charges, or further abuse from law enforcement led to
widespread under reporting of violence incidents, allowing
predators to act with impunity. The unraveling of the Downtown
Eastside in the mid 1990s set off a chain reaction of social
crisis that the city is still grappling with today.
The overdose crisis that began in the 90s has worsened
overtime, and the issues such as homelessness, addiction, and
exploitation have become entrenched.
The failures to address the root causes of addiction, poverty,
and exploitation has left a lasting legacy of suffering in
the Downtown Eastside, turning it into a symbol of neglect and
systemic failure. As Vancouver continues to
prosper in certain areas, the Downtown Eastside remains a
haunting reminder of the city's dark underbelly, a place where
the vulnerable are left to fend for themselves, immense, a
perfect storm of drugs and violence and societal
indifference. The contrast between the two
Vancouvers, one of light and the other of darkness, remains
stark, raising the question, how long can a city thrive while
leaving so many behind? February 1995, When Jane Doe's
half skull was discovered in a quiet Creek outside of Mission,
BC, about an hour from Vancouver, it's almost felt like
supernatural forces were at work.
Her remains had been hidden away for so long, forgotten alongside
so many others. It was as if something beyond
her comprehension demanded she be discovered.
The way her skull was cut with a power tool with grotesque
precision was unsettling enough. But the timing of the discovery,
right when the city was at its peak of distraction, caught up
in the glamour of its golden age, it felt like more than just
a coincidence. The Santo Morte, the Holy Mother
of the dead, appeared to hover in the background, advocating
for the lost and murdered whose voices had been silenced for
years. It's as if she willed this
discovery, forcing the world to confront the cries of the
missing women that had long gone ignored.
This wasn't just a random find, it was a signal of something far
more sinister waiting to breakthrough the beginning of a
much darker story that had been festering beneath the surface.
In the quiet town of Mission, BC in February 1995, a grim
discovery was made. A skull with a vertebrae still
attached was found, and though it carried no name, it became
forever linked to one of Canada's darkest chapters.
This was Mission Jane Doe, the only unidentified victim of the
notorious serial killer Robert Willie Picton.
Jane Doe was believed to be a white woman or indigenous,
somewhere between 18 and 40 years old.
She died sometime between 1985 and 1994, her life cut short,
her name lost to time. For nearly 30 years detective
have tried to solve the mystery of who she was.
Her DNA had been entered into numerous databases, but no match
has been found. Investigators believed her
family may not even know she is missing, or that they may have
mistakenly believed she had already been reported.
This case is deeply unsettling, not just because of the horrific
ordeal she must have endured, but because no one she loved has
come forward to claim her. A woman stripped of her
identity, forgotten by a world that should have known her
better. But she is not forgotten.
In this moment, we honor her, the woman whose name we may
never know, but whose life mattered.
We call her Mission Jane Doe, but we understand she had a real
name, once a real story, and real people who loved her.
She had dreams. She lived, and she deserved more
than the suffering she endured. This series is dedicated to her
memory and to all of the victims of this tragedy.
As we share these stories, we are not just seeking justice,
but we're offering remembrance. We want to make sure that
Mission Jane Doe and the countless others like her are
not just statistics. They are human beings with
stories worth telling, and to the family that may be
searching, and to those who carried the weight of the loss
from these horrific events, our hearts are with you.
Jane Doe's memory, though cloaked in mystery, stands as a
call to recognize that every life has value and every story
deserves to be told, even when the name is lost.
In August of 2002, Robert Picton's pig farm was searched.
Not only did searchers find more human skulls mutilated in the
same way as a victim, but they also discovered heel bones,
ankle bones and rib bones buried in a pit behind Picton's
slaughterhouse that matched Missions Jane Doe between 1983
and 2002. Willie Pickton may have been
responsible for the murders or disappearances up to 49 women,
many of whom lived on the Downtown East Side.
It was a cold February afternoon in 1995 when Bill Wilson made a
discovery that would haunt him for the rest of his life.
He was selling homemade whirlywigs and birdhouses on the
side of Hwy. 7 just outside of Mission.
He wandered into a nearby Creek to fill his water bottle.
As he leaned over a bank, something unusual caught his eye
from 40 feet away, what appeared to be an old weather bowl.
He nudged it with his bottle, flipping it over.
That's when he realized it wasn't a bowl at all.
Staring up from the mud was 1/2 of a human skull.
Skin, including the skin on her nose was still attached.
It was a sight of horror. The police collected the skull
and what followed would be a decade long mystery that still
echoes through the town of Mission.
The skull was placed in a box and was given the ID number
9524092. Days later the skull was picked
up by Corporal Tim Slay. He believed the skull was a
victim of foul play. The fact that the skull was cut
in half with an electric saw was highly unusual.
Doctor James Ferris, a forensic pathologist, believed Jane Doe
was a woman in her 20s. He believed she was murdered 12
to 24 months before this discovery.
But was only in the water for a couple of weeks.
That was because there was aperture on the skull.
A substance called grave wax or Mortuary wax.
It is formed when fat in the body breaks down and combines
with water to form a waxy substance.
It's more often found in cold or wet ground.
Eventually turns into a hard coating over the bones, almost
like tartar on teeth. The aperture on Janes Doe's
skull told Doctor Ferris the skull has been in the damp place
for at least a year or two. The fact that the skull was not
chewed by an animal also told him that it hadn't been in the
Creek for more than a couple of weeks.
The skull was part of a woman's head, but only the upper right
side was ever found. No body, no identity, just the
solitary remnants left to the elements.
The woman became known as Mission Jane Doe.
The investigators were left with more questions and answer.
Who was she? How did she die?
Why had her remains ended up in this quiet, swampy stretch of
land between the Fraser and Stave River?
Time passed, and Jane Doe's case grew colder by the year.
Leads went nowhere and DNA samples were sent to police labs
across Canada, even agencies in Washington state, but none
offered a match. The case seemed destined to fade
into oblivion until the gruesome discovery on Robert Picton's
farm in 2002. A rib bone and a heel was
uncovered in a pit behind his slaughterhouse.
DNA testing revealed an undeniable connection.
The remains belong to the same woman whose skull has been found
in Mission 7 years earlier. Suddenly, the mystery of Mission
Jane Doe exploded back into the headlines.
She was one of Picton's victims, one of the countless women lost
in the shadows of his crimes. The authorities had long
suspected a connection, but now they had evidence this would not
bring her the justice she deserved.
Picton was charged in her murder, but a tangled mess of
legal rulings, and the charge was eventually stayed due to an
administrative error. The judge ruled that the jury
couldn't hear her story, as if it was as though Mission Jane
Doe had been silenced all over again.
But Jane Doe wasn't forgotten. In 2006, in a final attempt to
give her a name, the police sent her skull to the National
Research Council in Ottawa, where new scanning technology
was employed to create a 3D model of her head.
With this digital reconstruction, the FBI's top
forensic artist, Carl Adrian, painstakingly created a
composite sketch approximation of the woman's face based on the
skeletal remains. The left side of her skull has
been crudely cut with the reciprocating saw, so Adrian
mirrored the right side to complete the image, aware of the
imperfections. This method would inevitably
introduce. Her missing lower jaw, her
missing identity. Everything about Jane Doe was
fragmented. The sketch was shared with the
public and 2008, following Picton's convictions for six
other murders. The hope that someone, somewhere
might recognize her face, Maybe a strange family member, maybe a
friend who had long since given up hope of finding her.
Yet even this new development led to nothing.
No one came forward, and Jane Doe's life and her death remains
a mystery. It was the Crown's theory that
Picton regularly drove to Mission to get rid of body parts
that were too big to take to the Vancouver rendering plant, where
he disposed of pig innards. Janes O Skull was critical
evidence to support this theory, which also boosted by testimony
of a witness who said Picton dumped unspecified things on the
back roads near Mission. As Vancouver's skyline shimmered
in the summer of 1994, something far darker was unfolding beneath
the surface. In our next episode, Fast Money
in Vancouver, we dive into the mysterious disappearance of Nick
and Lisa Macy, a seemingly perfect couple swept up in the
shadows of organized crime, money laundering, and a booming
stock market that many called a penny stock casino.
But was there vanishing, a tragic accident, or something
much more sinister? Join us as we unravel the
intricate web of scams, gangs and greed that turned Vancouver
into a hotspot for fast money and deadly consequences.
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