A Blue Needle

I closed my eyes and prayed that it really wasn't windshield wiper fluid in that needle . I also prayed that my mind could be erased of the picture I had of someone sitting there with a needle and a bottle of wiper cleaner and then pulling up the plunger to fill it up, then re-cap it put it aside to use at a later date.

What kind of mind can conceive of that?

To actually think of inflicting that act on another person and then to actually give life to that thought by finding the apparatuses one needs and then finally, actually preparing the needle.

I am not sure why this one fact in the trial has haunted me so; why this one little blue-filled needle has actually caused me too lose sleep. I find myself so emotionally distraught over it, I am without the vernacular to convey to my closest friends how much this one little thing torments me.

Then this week, a forensic chemist admitted that a syringe recovered from Pickton's trailer contained a mixture of methanol and water - the ingredients in windshield wiper fluid or radiator coolant...So, I couldn't help but believe as fact, that the blue liquid in this needle that has followed me from the beginning, was a heinous mixture not meant for any purpose other than the most terrible.

I did breathe a sigh of relief when it came out from forensic toxicologist Heather Dinn that, in fact, none of the remains she worked on had methanol or ethylene glycol in their remains.

That sigh of relief was very short-lived when more of the facts about how these women met their ends came out.