Eventually, the crushed bodies of Jack and Tee were piled into red leather body-bags and hauled away to Halifax by ambulance.
Kyle Verryn did an interview with Tamara’s great uncle, Cleveland Lee, who agreed to speak on behalf of her family.
Jack’s father agreed to speak to Rawle Powder, briefly. Mostly, the old man hammered him with watery-eyed, angry questions about what he thought happened. Who he thought did this terrible butchery?
Rawle could only think of one person, Darlene Missions, but guilt prevented him from saying anything.
All Rawle could offer Jack’s father, Bradley- a tough former Department of Highways worker- was the possibility that this was not premeditated, but maybe the result of some stupid South Mountain fight that got out of control.
“Does it have to do with Dorchester?” Bradley Lee asked, referring to Jack’s biker cousin, Dee Lee. “Please, tell me the truth.”
He had such sad eyes. It was the best of many questions he asked.
But Rawle didn’t know any answers. He thought about the firebombing and his problems with the Missions family again, and how he had asked Jack for help. God, it’s my fault..
Dee Lee himself arrived at the parking lot in about an hour, driving his late-model orange Jeep TJ Sport with huge muds on for tires.
He stepped out of the vehicle wearing baby-blue sunglasses, blue work pants and a red lumberjack flannel. His long, hay-coloured hair was pulled back in a loose pony tail. He looked cool even in the midst of family tragedy.
Jack’s elderly mother, Glad, tottered over from the crowd and gave him a big, hard embrace, falling onto his chest and sobbing loudly.
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