were on the way; MacVicar had said theyâd been called by the taxi dispatcher, but Cleary wanted to be certain.
Next came the question of going inside. Henry Jantzen would be there any second, but Cleary still needed to decide whether or not they would go in. His first reaction was to call for Emergency Response Team backup, but that would take more than a hourâeven if the team was able to fly from Halifax on a momentâs notice. The Sydney RCMP subdivision once had its own ERT, but it had been disbanded; the Halifax-based squad now handled the entire province. ERT members were trained to deal with armed assailants inside a building, but Corporal Cleary knew his first duty as a policeman was the protection of lifeâand there were injured people inside. Cleary decided to sweep the building alone. Grabbing the portable radio heâd taken from his car, he reported his intention. âIâm going in to see whatâs in there. We have several injuries at least.â Clearyâs throat was dry as he released the transmit button and prepared to go in. Before he could move, his radio came to life with a response. âYou want me in there with you?â It was Henry Jantzen. The burly, heavy-set constable was on portable radio as he ran across the parking lot to join Cleary. The corporalâs âYesâ was the last radio transmission Stan Jesty would hear from the two officers for several agonizing minutes.
The first ambulance rolled into the parking lot behind McDonaldâs as Kevin Cleary and Henry Jantzen inched inside the restaurant with their guns drawn. At the same moment, Derek Wood ran out from between an Irving gas station and the Sydney Video Entertainment store on Kings Road, about a half-kilometre away from McDonaldâs. He ran across the road and headed for a tiny strip mall that housed a fried-chicken franchise, a submarine sandwich shop, and Kings Convenience, a twenty-four-hour variety store with video poker machines that Wood had played a few times before. On familiar ground now, he burst through the door of Kings and ran to the counter, demanding to use the phone. The startled clerk was irritated at firstâWood had interrupted a couple purchasing cigarettesâbut when he recognized the young man and saw the state he was in, he left the other customers. âThereâs been a shooting at McDonaldâs. Call the cops. I need to call the cops,â Wood blurted as he reached the counter.
The clerk checked the list of emergency numbers next to the phone, dialled, and handed Wood the receiver. Wood thought the clerk had made a mistakeâhe didnât think he was talking to the policeâbut by then he was genuinely panicked and couldnât be sure. It sounded more like the guy said âAmbulanceâ when he answered, not âPolice.â Whoever it was, the guy said they had people on the way, so Wood hung up. He paced and lit a cigarette and worried, and finally decided he should call the police again. This time a second clerk dialled the RCMP number from memory. Whichever call connected Wood to police, it was Stan Jesty he reached. Jesty recorded the incoming call at 1:21 a.m.
âRCMP Sydney. Emergency.â Jestyâs voice was clipped; he was in the process of directing officers to the scene and was waiting to hear from Cleary and Jantzen.
Derek Wood quickly got Jestyâs attention. âHello, yes, I just called a ⦠like, reported fellows shooting.â
âYes.â Jesty was listening.
âI was wondering, like, Iâm fuckinâ scared shitless here, eh, âcause I, like, fuckinâ I was there.â
âWhatâs your name?â
âAh, Derek Wood.â
An officer stands guard outside the employeesâ entrance to the Sydney River McDonaldâs, where Jimmy Faganâs body was found. [RCMP crime scene photo.]
âWere you at McDonaldâs, Derek?â
Wood seized the opportunity
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