Crimes: Child Pornography, Abduction, Rape, Murder
Holly Jones was born on September 14, 1992 to Maria Jones and George Stonehouse. She was a really good kid. She was smart, happy and friendly. Holly Jones was the light of her parents’ eyes.
In 2003 Holly was a bright Grade 5 student who attended St. Luigi Catholic School in Toronto, Ontario. She was taking singing lessons and guitar lessons and she was a big fan of Brittany Spears.
Holly Jones was a delightful young person who absolutely did nothing to deserve her horrific fate.
On Monday, May 12, 2003, Holly Jones had her school chum Claudia over at her house to play after school. Come suppertime Claudia had to go home. Holly lived on Sterling Road near Bloor Street West. Claudia’s house was on Perth Avenue, which was at most a 7 minute walk away.
Claudia was only 9-years-old and Holly was a grown-up 10, so she wanted to walk her pal safely home. She was a very considerate child.
It was 6:00, still daylight, and it was a short walk after all. The school was on Perth Avenue as was the community centre and other friends’ houses. She walked this path every day to school. Holly’s parents had street proofed her so what was the harm?
Holly escorted her friend to Perth Avenue, declined an offer of a ride from Claudia’s mother, then turned around and headed home. She didn’t make it home.
Maria Jones, Holly’s mom, had been out shopping. She got home around 8:00 pm and discovered that her daughter wasn’t there. Maria thought maybe George Stonehouse had gone somewhere with her so she called his cell phone.
George was just across the street visiting a neighbour. He told her he last saw Holly leave the house with her friend.
And then the panic began to build. Maria phoned everyone she could think of, and then she and George trooped along Perth Avenue searching for the missing girl.
At 9:14 p.m. the frantic parents phoned the police. Immediately a missing person investigation was launched and Toronto police officers started an intensive search in the area.
What none of them knew was that Holly Jones was already dead. That poor little girl had in fact been abducted, sexually assaulted and murdered in less than an hour after she’d walked her friend home. While everyone was starting the search for her, Holly Jones’ body was in her killer’s apartment, stuffed inside her killer’s refrigerator. And her killer was figuring out what to do.
The very next morning a man walking his dog along the north shore of Wards Island made a horrific discovery. He’d spotted a black bag at the water’s edge and being much braver than I he opened it up. Inside he found a green garbage bag and inside that bag he found another bag and inside that bag he found a human torso.
The horrified dog walker called the police. It was 8:25 in the morning. Detectives arrived right away to check out the terrible discovery.
What the detectives found along with the young girl’s torso were green carpet fibres stuck to the shoulders and buttocks and a yellow “J” cloth. The black bag was a gym bag with a “Lynx” logo on it.
The police immediately organized an extensive land search of Toronto’s shoreline. A few hours later, at around 2:00 p.m. police spotted and retrieved a black bag that was floating in the waters of Lake Ontario. This bag was a piece of travel luggage with wheels.
Inside the bag they found a 5-pound dumb bell and knotted plastic bags. Inside the bags were blood soaked “J” cloths, the top portion of a sponge mop, a young girl’s head and two arms.
Holly Jones’s legs were never recovered.
The forensic pathologist determined that young Holly had been sexually assaulted vaginally and anally, and she’d been strangled. The dismemberment had taken place after death.
Semen was not recovered, but Holly had put up a fight — her killer’s DNA was found under her fingernails.
And so began one of the largest manhunts into Toronto history. The whole city panicked at the thought of a child killer on the loose. The police hotline got more than 1650 tips. West-end residents began patrolling their streets. And the police put in long hours and tremendous effort to uncover the killer. They tracked down 269 registered sex offenders that lived in a 3 kilometre radius of Holly’s home.
Citizens were rightly outraged to discover that that huge number of perverts lived among them! The West-end was like a dumping ground for these criminals.
But the killer was not one of them.
So the police began to pound the pavement. They had the killer’s DNA, so they tracked down all the men along Holly’s route one by one and asked them for a swab. The officers also asked for a walkthrough of their premises.
This effort brought police to Michael Briere’s door at 1450 Bloor Street West. Michael Briere told them he didn’t know Holly, he didn’t own a car, and he’d been working on his computer at home alone on the day she went missing. Michael Briere also refused to give a DNA sample.
The police did manage to wangle a walkthrough of his apartment and noticed green bath mats, green carpeting, dumb bells and weights. They asked him how he cleaned his floor and he answered, “I don’t use a mop.”
There were also toys on the fireplace mantle. He denied that any children visited him. Those were his toys.
Ooooh, suspicious. So the police followed him around and collected his discarded pop can and straw. No big surprise — the DNA was a match. They had their child killer.
On June 20, 2003, forty days after Holly’s murder, the police arrested the hellbeast Michael Briere, 35, a software developer with no criminal history whatsoever. He was a nobody that nobody noticed.
Once Michael Briere was told that they had his DNA, he told all without a lawyer. He spent 3 hours and 15 minutes telling all, in great detail. Read it all in the Statement of Facts.
“I always had the fantasy of having sexual relations with a little girl,” he began. These fantasies he’d had “probably forever … it’s always been a part of my life.”
Briere denied ever having any sexual involvement with any other children, but he did admit that he downloaded child porn off the Internet, at home and at work.
“The simplicity of getting material … it’s close to mind boggling,” he said of finding child porn. “You search for the word ‘baby’ and it will find stuff there … it’s easy … you don’t need a degree.”
So on that fateful day Michael Briere the pedophile had viewed child porn, got all tingly and excited and …
“So I just got carried away, and I walked outside, and Holly was … I didn’t know her, I’d never seen her before … it’s just coincidence.
“If she wouldn’t have been on the street corner, I probably would have just walked the street and just gone back home. But she was there, and there was nobody around …”
Nobody was around to see Michael Briere grabbing young Holly by the neck and hauling her to his apartment. She began to scream so he covered her mouth with his hand. He locked her inside his apartment, took her to the bedroom and undressed her.
“I tried to have sexual relations with her …. I never actually completed the act. I tried, and at one point my heart was beating so fast … I will say that, for what I tried to do, I was not very forceful, and that she was not in pain.”
Yeah, he’s such a considerate pedophile rapist, being all gentle and kind.
“I never hit her. I didn’t punch her. I didn’t slap her, or anything…” Except strangle her to death! Hitting, punching, slapping don’t really measure up against raping and murdering! Stupid bastard!
So what we have here is a very disappointed pedophile. Michael Briere wanted to rape but he couldn’t. He didn’t want to kill but he had to. He was not having a good day. His sex fantasy had soured on him.
And he did not touch the body sexually because he’d not that kind of pervert. He made that very clear in his confession.
And then it was all about disposing of the body and the resultant mess. Michael Briere didn’t have a car so he had to transport Holly using public transportation. Hence the dismemberment. He used a hand saw. He had no problem apparently with chopping up a little girl.
Hellbeast Briere had a bad time on the subway when he noticed that somebody noticed his bag was leaking. He put his foot over the drops of blood on the floor and the smears of blood on the seat blended into the red fabric. The suspicious onlooker said nothing and just got off the subway.
When Briere dropped the bag with the torso into the water he thought it was heavy enough to sink. He knew the bag with the head and arms was too light to sink so he added a dumb bell, but being in a panic he chose the lightest dumb bell he had. The legs he just put out with the garbage at his building.
And then cleaning, cleaning, cleaning. The work never ends for child raping killers.
On July 17, 2004, Michael Briere pleaded guilty to 1st-degree murder. He received a life sentence with no possibility of parole for 25 years.
In addressing the court Michael Briere admitted, “I have failed as a human being,” and he added, “for my actions which were cruel, inhuman and nightmarish, I do apologize.”
Apologies mean nothing. Holly Jones, a lovely worthwhile human being full of potential is gone and Michael Briere, the useless, worthless, murderous hellbeast remains.
Do us all a favour, Michael Briere, and join your fellow hellbeasts in hell really soon.