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Katrina Blagdon: Somebody knows






If Katrina Blagdon inexplicably walked off to end her life, only she would know why. Friends and family might have mentioned to the police that she was depressed or in despair. But those haven't been the words that have been used to describe her.

She was looking forward to returning home to Nova Scotia. She had just spent time with her boys. She had been chirpy and happy -- her usual demeanour -- on her posts on Facebook.

Katrina was an open book, according to all who knew her. She wasn't a drug addict or mentally ill. She was a seasoned soldier who had seen it all on a tour of Afghanistan. She settled in St. Catharines to start her civilian life as a homeowner with savings and was the proud owner of a lime green Jeep.

No. Katrina did not off herself. She did not accidentally fall into Martindale Pond during a brisk midnight walk around her neighbour. And it seems unlikely that if she were planning her own demise that she would be having a submarine sandwich with her boyfriend and playing board games. 

So.

This punts this case into your world, people of Niagara.

Someone knows something.  

Someone saw something.

Take it from me, a person who has lived and breathed the case of my cousin Ashley Simpson for six years, plenty of people in Salmon Arm knew stuff about Ashley and Derek. They talked about it online.
They got into fights about it, and threatened me and her family.

It was the worst kept secret in her town. 

And people covered up for her alleged murder, Derek Favell, who goes on trial tomorrow in British Columbia charged with second degree murder. (For shame!)

Everybody suspected and some people really knew. 

Police didn't find her by just taking a divining rod into a wilderness area not far from her home. 

Some anonymous person called in with a tip.

That led police to a place they hadn't looked. 

And let me tell you, everybody looked for her.

So if you know what happened to Trina, don't be afraid. Pick up the phone. Even if you have a bad feeling, even if something just didn't sit right over the days before she disappeared, make the call.

Nobody will hurt you. 

There is a reward, if that helps.

But by God, I am asking you on behalf of her kids and her lovely family.

Do the right thing.


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