One maple tree stood out from the others, so red and orange that it seemed covered in flames. The couple’s lawn, shrouded in dead leaves, was cordoned off with police tape.
Outside the front window, the fall foliage had started changing color. Officers informed her that childcare procedures were already under way. She also wanted to know what would happen to their daughter when she got home from school. That’s precisely the higher power the couple needed when a dozen law enforcement vehicles converged on the property.īefore being taken away in an unmarked cruiser, a visibly shaking Viau requested a moment to switch outfits. The two lived in the countryside beyond Montreal, in the farming community of Saint-Jude (population 1,326), a village named after the patron saint of desperate cases. She had a hard face with sharp eyes and hair as long, dark, and wild as Dion’s was short, thin, and graying. Yearning for a way out of that dead-end job, she’d been taking online courses in business administration and freelancing as a building inspector. His wife, Viau, worked as a cook and cashier at a fast-food chain called La Belle Province.
To make ends meet, he moonlighted for a paving company and refereed minor-league hockey games. Guy Dion was the tall, burly, 48-year-old fire chief of their small Quebec township. “We did what we could with what we had,” she explained, when police questioned her about the cremations. By their own admission, they’d incinerated corpses in their yard in a bonfire. The interception division of the Sûreté du Québec had secretly taped Viau and Dion speaking about how they’d disposed of bodies for members of the Calabrian Mafia. Undercover recordings made by investigators told a different tale. “We’re normal people,” Viau swore to the arresting officers, through her tears, after she and her husband were each charged with two counts of first-degree murder. The pastries were still on the stove top when police arrived at 9:56 a.m. Viau, 44, didn’t have to go to her shift at the roadside poutine restaurant until later that day, so she tried baking something new: blueberry phyllo puffs. A hand-drawn Mother’s Day card hung on the fridge next to family photographs.
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On the morning they were arrested for allegedly burning bodies as part of a series of Mafia murders, Marie-Josée Viau and Guy Dion had already finished breakfast and packed their daughter off to elementary school.
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