December 26, 1978

On December 26th 1978, Robert Beullac submits his first and only written report on the matter of the disappearance of Theresa Allore. As the year is about to come to a close, and the investigation drags on, Beullac has begun to concentrate on Theresa’s actions in the weeks prior to her vanishing – with particular interest in her activities in the City of Montreal, her former home. Beullac has uncovered many new leads, and his insights thus far have been accurate. But he is now about to play a hunch that will cost the investigation dearly:

“Based on the information available to us at this time, we feel that the events surrounding the disappearance of Theresa probably occurred in the following manner:

Theresa left Compton that night and headed for Montreal in the same manner – and for the same reason – as she had the previous weekend.

She may not have made it to Montreal, having encountered someone on her way there who has forced or persuaded her to remain with him/her or who has caused her death.

She may have reached Montreal and contacted Joey Nice who is covering up because of something which happened after she arrived.

We cannot state with any greater degree of certainty the final explanation for Theresa’s disappearance at this point. We feel that our investigation must now focus on her Montreal friends and contacts.”

METROPOL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION
Robert M. Beullac, Director
December 26, 1978

The investigation into the disappearance of Theresa Allore is about to shift focus from Compton, Quebec to the City of Montreal – seventy-five miles in the wrong direction.

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Post Script: In blogging this, I cannot believe that my father received such a report the day after Christmas. It seems unbelievable that he would have to carry this burdon and carry on at home as if nothing was different.

I remember that Christmas pretty clearly. It was our first in our big new home in Saint John, which seemed like a mansion compared to the house in suburbs I grew up in. My brother came home from Champlain that Christmas. Christmases were always special, and very family oriented. Normally we all woudn’t leave the house for the entire week. We’d just lounge around and play with our gifts.

That Christmas was just plain empty. We tried our best to act like nothing had changed, but it was diffficult; Theresa was such a large part of driving the festivities. The new house didn’t help either. It is a beautiful Victorian home, about 150 years old, once owned by a sea captain. Over the years the place became oppressive and brooding (my mother and I having to do the majority of the living in it).

I remember it snowed that December in Saint John. I remember my mom had gifts under the tree for Theresa. I remember I gave my brother two albums: The Rolling Stones’ Some Girls and Bruce Springsteeen’s Darkness on the Edge of Town.

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