Reg is kidnapped by Hells Angels Prospects

And then there was the kidnapping.  It’s hard to forget the kidnapping.  I suppose this incident could be filed under “crime doesn’t pay”.  After 2 years in jail, a year in rehab and my wife leaving me, I decided to try going straight.  But it wasn’t working out very well.  Still isn’t actually, now that I think about it.

So anyway, I was living with my parents and working for $7.00/hr, when I got a call from one of my old jail buddies, offering to set me up in the cocaine business.  I was interested.  I wasn’t making any money as it was and I missed the excitement of the drug trade.  This guy was living in Moncton about a three hour drive from my house.  I made a few trips back and forth and I got things going.  Coulda worked out but the guy was a fucking idiot.  The coke was all cut to shit and he kept calling me and telling me I owed him more money.  I was used to dealing with professionals but this guy was just a small town idiot, on parole after getting caught with six kilos and then caught again with 16 ounces.  A real genius this guy.

One day he calls me and says that I have to drive to Moncton to pay him some money right now.  But it was a snowstorm.  I couldn’t do it and I told him so.  But he wouldn’t take no for an answer.  Finally, I said, “alright, alright, I’ll go”.  And I tried to.

But like I said, it was a snowstorm, a major snowstorm.  I got about 1 mile out of town and I got the car stuck.  There was drifts all over the road, the visibility was next to zero, and they had called the plows off the road.  This was probably the worst storm of the year.  I called a tow truck on my cell and within an hour I was on my way again.  I made it another mile and I was stuck again.  Another call to the tow-truck.  This time he pulled me out and told me to go home, he wasn’t coming back to get me again.  Fuck you, I said, under my breath.  Off I went, and sure enough, within 5 minutes I was stuck again.  I had to abandon the car and hitchhike home.  I damn near froze to death waiting for a ride.

After I got home and thawed out, I got on the phone.  I explained what happened but he wouldn’t believe me.  He wouldn’t listen to a word I said so I hung up the phone.  Every 15 minutes he called back, all day and all night.  I couldn’t reason with him - he just kept calling back.  My mother and father were up all night with the phone ringing and everyone was in a bad mood.

The next day a van pulled into the driveway around 2 o’clock in the morning and 5 guys got out banging on the door.  I didn’t want any trouble in my parents house so I through $3000 dollars out the window and told them that my father had already called the cops.  I was just bluffing but they took me real serious.  Anyway they didn’t stick around to say goodbye.  I owed him about $4000 and I had the money but I shorted him $1000 just because he was being such an asshole.  I was going to pay him, but on my schedule, not his, because I didn’t like being pushed around.

He decided that I owed him $4000 and this is when things started to get dirty.  No way was I giving him $4000.  I’d give him what I owed him and not a cent more.  Even that I didn’t think he deserved and I told him so.

So now he’s calling me every 2 or 3 ranting and raving telling me that he’s going to send the Hells Angels over to kill me and my parents and blow up the house, and shoot the dog, blah, blah, blah …  This guy belongs in a nuthouse.  The last time that I spoke to him he told me that the Angels were coming tomorrow and I should go see them.  I didn’t really believe they’d come looking for me over a few thousand dollars but I thought that if they did call I could talk this over and work it out.  It was about 7:00 in the evening when the phone rang.  I was home alone.  The guy on the phone asked me to meet him outside the grocery store downtown.  I jumped in my fathers truck and went to see them.  I didn’t bring much money but I had a newspaper clipping of an article talking about how bad the snowstorm had been the week before, just to prove I was telling the truth.

When I parked the truck I saw 6 guys in the van.  I should never have stopped but I couldn’t have imagined what would happen.  I walked up to the van and two of them got out and grabbed my keys and pushed me into the van.  Then they piled on me so I was sitting behind the driver seat with people all around me.  I was feeling very uneasy.  I opened my mouth to talk and the guy beside me started punching me in the face over and over again.  The sliding door was still open so I tried to get out.  I jumped for the door.  But there were too many of them.  They were all grabbing me and screaming at me.  They cuffed my hand behind my back, tied my feet together, and then threw a coat over my head.  “I’m so fucking stupid”, I was thinking, “why didn’t I run when I had the chance”.  There’s no way out of this, I’m going to die.  I was lying on the floor struggling to breath.  There was so much blood I was choking on it.  One of them yells, “this fucker got blood all over my shirt.  He’s gonna pay for that.”  And then he kicks me in the back.  I didn’t know where we were going but Moncton was a good guess.  Later I was told that I was going to be delivered to the Hells Angels in Montreal.  That’s a death sentence.

As we were driving they emptied all my pockets, throwing my ID and cell phone out the window saying I wouldn’t need them anymore.  This is bad, very bad.   One guy was really aggressive, every time his pager went off, he would kick me, saying, “You fucker.  I’m losing money cause of you.  You hear that. I’m losing money (kick)!”

After about an hour we stopped.  I don’t know where we were.  I could hear them talking outside the van.  One of them asked the other, “who’s going to pull the trigger?”  “They are” came the reply.  I’m going to die in Montreal and my body will never be found.  Nobody knows what’s going on.  Nobody knows where I am.  At this time a strange thought went through my head.  I was addicted to drugs and I was buying methadone on the street to keep the sickness away.  I thought to myself, “Oh fuck, I’m going to be in Montreal with all those bikers beating on me and the methadone is going to wear off before I get there.  It’s bad enough that they’re going to kill me but to have to go through it without my drugs”.  What a junkie I am, about to be killed and I’m worrying about running out of dope!

And off we went again.  Three of the guys were following in my dads truck.  I guess they were going to sell it for parts.

[Editors Note:  From what we know, the father of the other fellow called the Police, who were on the lookout for the van, and they fortunately apprehended the van, near Summerside, minutes before they would have been able to leave the Island.]

The following is a recap of the kidnapping by my father, Jim:

February 2001 – Drug dealer from Moncton was calling demanding money – one day Reggie left here in a snowstorm, got stuck 2 or 3 times and had to come back.

Some men came here [to the house] late one night demanding money – they were banging on the door – we were pleading with Reggie to give them what they wanted so he threw the money out the window (bedroom at back door)!  But he held on to some of the money.

March 9 – Jim and I were gone to Montague, Reg got a call to meet someone at the Co-op, which he describes in his life story.  About 12:30 am, the phone rings – we are sleeping – Jim answers.  Reggie says, “I’ve been kidnapped and I’m at Summerside Hospital” … “They have taken your truck”.  Jim says “What are you on now?” and hangs up.  Then he thought to look to see if the truck was there – it wasn’t.  Call display showed a call from the Summerside Hospital.  Jim starts trying to reach the RCMP and doesn’t get someone until after 2:00 am.  They said Reggie was in a motel and we could come to the RCMP station.

He had two black eyes, cuts, bruises, blood on his clothes, etc and was trembling (probably in withdrawal by now).  Reggie stated that they had picked up the other young guy first – he was having supper with his parents and they came in and took him out.  His father called the RCMP who set up a roadblock near Borden.  While they were beating up Reggie, they told the other guy that this was an example of what could happen to him.

The RCMP kept Jim’s truck for a week (fingerprinting) and when he went to pick it up – no keys.  The guys threw me out when they were stopped.

After the men came here looking for looking for money Reggie seemed very fearful.  He put black garbage bags over all the basement windows.

The men were charged and appeared in Summerside Court. Reggie went to Ontario.  There he had a call from a member of Hells Angels who suggested he have a loss of memory if he had to testify.

A Subpoena was delivered here for Reg & Jim to appear.  Reg came down from Toronto three times, but did not testify.  The men eventually pleaded guilty in the end.  Reg describes some of this in his writing]

Jim's statement to the RCMP

The following is the statement recorded by Reg's dad to the RCMP, on March 10, 2001:

My wife Helen and I left to go to Montague at 5:15 pm last night. We took the car and left the truck parked in yard with the keys in it. I usually leave the keys in it over the visor.  My son, Reggie, was home with his son and niece. Reggie lives in our basement. The kids are 11 years old and 9 years old. No one had permission to drive my truck last night, including my son Reggie.

There are two long distance blocked calls on our phone from last night. One at 7:03 pm and one at 8:29 pm. My grand-daughter answered the one one at 8:29 pm. A man asked for Reggie. She got him and she said he left the house right after that. Her name is Chelsea MacDonald.  We got home about 8:45 pm and the back door was locked. Chelsea told us Reggie locked the door when he left. I noticed my truck was gone. I assumed Reggie must be in Souris visiting a friend. I wasn't concerned.

I received a call at 2:04 am this morning from Reggie. He said that he was the Prince County Hospital. He said that he had a broken nose and was kidnapped by fellows associated with the Hells Angels.

He said he got a call to meet them at the Co-op parking lot in Souris. They threw him on the floor of the van and were taking him to Montreal. I asked him where my truck was and he said the RCMP had it impounded and were dusting it for prints, I didn't believe him. I called the hospital at 6:30 am to see if he was there and they verified he had been taken in there and released.

I am the registered owner of the truck, '94 Chevy Cheyenne 4x4, blue/silver, 70,000 kms.

About 2 weeks ago at 2 am on the weekend, two guys and a girl showed up at the house. One burly fellow with a beard, round face. Reggie locked the door that night because it was locked. We don't lock the doors. He asked for Reggie. Reggie came upstairs and talked to him though the window at the back of the house. I listened to what was said. The other fellow was standing by the open car door, tall slim fellow 5'8", 5'9". The girl got out of the back seat and got behind the wheel. The car looked like a Ford Probe, a hatchback, dark color. They were talking about money.

Reggie told them that he paid them and that some of the money was missing. Whoever he paid the money to took some of it. They left after Reggie threatened to call the RCMP. I asked Reggie about it and he said they were from the Moncton area. He said they were after money for a drug debt. He said that he met them in Sleepy Hollow when he was in there. They were both on Parole from NB.

Reggie is obsessed with drugs. He told me he started when he was 14 yrs old on mushrooms, about 1981-82. We knew there was something wrong. HE was kicked out of St. Mary's University for selling drugs and charged. He went to the streets of Toronto for a couple of years. He had used mushrooms, grass, cocaine, heroin and his drug of choice is prescription drugs.

He can make concoctions himself. He did time for possession of cocaine. He was living in Charlottetown, but we moved him up here about 2 months ago. He had a job up at the rink and lost it.

One week he's great, the next he's a nightmare. He was scared because he was locking doors. He was getting phone calls, mostly blocked calls. He also gets calls from the Belliveau area of New Brunswick. He usually calls once a week on the weekends. He called here yesterday too.

Kidnappers released from Jail

A few days after the kidnapping, three of the five kidnappers were released from jail.  This terrified Reggie, as he thought that these men would try and "silence" him.

The following images were taken from a story that was found in the Guardian, and was emailed to my parents"

The kidnapping recapped by reg

I am a resident of Prince Edward Island, although at present I am not living there and cannot live there, in large part due to the actions of the RCMP in that province.

In February of this year, I was the victim of a senseless and violent kidnapping on February 9, 2001. At that time, I was beaten up, hogtied, hand-cuffed and blind-folded as I was being led to my future gravesite / place of execution.

I'm not trying to be dramatic, but several fire-arms were found in the vehicle and the police themselves told me that they believed that I would have been killed if vehicle had made it off the island. Unfortunately, having survived that, I now feel that I am being persecuted by the RCMP.

Now anyone can see that this is potentially a very dangerous position to put myself in considering what happened this past February.

Personally, I don't really care if I die tomorrow. However, I have two children and I think they should have a father. The RCMP seems to think otherwise. Has anyone thought about or considered my reasons for not wanting / being willing to testify?

In my opinion, anyone who would attempt to have another person killed over $4200 is not mentally stable. Knowing this, I chose not to testify against his gang and allow myself to be a target for any further murder attempts. Why does this make sense only to myself? After this case is resolved, perhaps the Summerside RCMP can pass along my present address to my enemies in the hopes that they will be rewarded with a second (successful?) murder attempt, another investigation and further opportunities for overtime.

The fact that 2 of them have already pleaded guilty and been sentenced would seem to indicate that my testimony is not all that important.Nobody is looking at the big picture anyome now that they're (or some of them) have been caught. Are we to assume that they'll 'play fair' in the future?!?

I would appreciate your urgent attention to this matter as my application for a security pass submitted almost 2 weeks ago. Every day, I wait to be called into the office and tld I can no longer work at the airport. [Reg soon loses his job].

I have been arrested, jailed, investigated, charged. I am given no mercy while the kingpin remains free, uncharged and at large. Is it felt that I deserved what happened, because of my past / background? Am i expendable?

I've been passed over for many jobs because of my criminal record. But now, I have already been accepted by my employer and I would like to continue at this position as opposed to selling drugs in PEI.

New Brunswick man convicted of kidnapping

Although Reggie would not cooperate with the police to make a statement against his kidnappers, the police were able to put together a case which enabled the prosecutor to obtain a convition.

The image is the story from the Guardian newspaper on this conviction.  Date and Author unknown.