The Crown Rests Its Case

We started this case on January 22, first hearing the grizzly details of each of the six women's deaths from Crown counsel. Subsequently, we've sat through tapes of jail cell "confessions," hours of DNA evidence and crash courses about how they collect and read evidence.

We have sat through testimony from people Pickton once considered friends and from scores of police officers involved in the investigation also known as "Project Even Handed." We have looked a pictures of the farm, his messy trailer and heard all about his habits, personality traits and quirks.

We have heard more than I ever needed to know about the pig butchering business, as well as hearing about buckets with dismembered body parts, a witness Ellingsen, who says she walked in on Pickton skinning a woman, guns with dildos attached to them and furry handcuffs.

Some witnesses seemed to have something to hide. Others, like Scott Chubbs, seemed to want to tell the whole story, while people like Andrew Bellwood just seemed incredulous that he was even involved in this case.

My personal favorite was Sergeant Bill Fordy - an amazing witness. It seemed he just had amazing character and skills as a police officer.

There have been two glaring exceptions from the witness roster: Pickton's brother Dave Pickton and Pickton's friend Dinah Taylor, whose names pop up with regularity.

I have run the emotional gamut during this trial so far - everything from being completely numb, to feeling anger and sadness mixed with feelings of survivors guilt. But I've always ended up in a place of gratefulness, saying a quiet prayer that it was not me...that I was able to flee that lifestyle.