The Child Nobody Could Find

Until It Was Too Late 

An 11-year-old boy was reported missing. More than a year later, homicide charges have been laid 

The most disturbing question may be how long nobody noticed he was gone

 BURNABY, B.C. — The homicide investigation into the death of 11-year-old Kai Pavlovic has produced the outcome everyone feared and nobody wanted. More than a year after a well-being check request first brought police to the case, investigators have announced charges against two Burnaby residents following the discovery of the boy's remains. 

For the wider public, one detail remains particularly unsettling. Early police statements described Kai as, "last known to be living with his family," before the investigation began. Later updates indicated investigators believed he may have been staying with an unidentified caretaker and appealed publicly for that individual to come forward.

That language raises difficult public-safety questions.

Maya Gebala Reaches Another Milestone -- A Big One -- Leaving Hospital

Maya is 1 of 1 for sure 

Maya Gebala has been released from BC Children's Hospital, Oct. 29, 2026, according to her father, David Gebala. Maya is a survivor of critical injury in the library at the Tumbler Ridge school where 6 people were shot to death, and others injured early this year. Maya was airlifted to B.C. Children's Hospital with catastrophic injuries Feb. 10, 2026. 

Witness

 The one thing every criminal fears, every investigator seeks, and every justice system quietly depends upon

 People believe justice relies on evidence. Witnesses, not evidence, are the true foundation of accountability, and crime thrives wherever witnesses are silenced

We live in the age of blanket surveillance and expanding technology. We have convinced ourselves that inside this artifice lies justice as a technological process. Photograph the scene. Bag the evidence. Swab the DNA. Review the security footage. Process the data. The machine will do the rest. 

It is a comforting fiction operating inside a cathedral of justice. We correctly venerate the detective, the prosecutor, the courtroom, the laboratory, the judge. We build entire franchises around them. Meanwhile the entire construction rests upon a nervous, imperfect human being sitting alone at a kitchen table deciding whether opening their mouth is worth the consequences.

The Posture of the Stress Bandit

The stories beneath the posture

Fly-on-the-wall black satire | Moribund Desk 

Where the Independent Journalist can be heard muttering “the shit I’ve seen,” more than a few times each night (with one fly on the wall come to perch on the rim of a chipped tea-stained mug, watching and listening, waiting. Always waiting fir the story.)

The Independent Journalist slumps into the Moribund Desk chair, a rickety old wood thing with a crushed pad on the seat — the desk reserved for topics too tired to be tragic and too tragic to be tired — where he is often heard to mutter, “The shit would blow your mind.”