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The coroner testified Deacon suffered multiple blows to her head with a baseball bat sometime late March 6 after she came home from a shift at the King Henry Arms pub in Aurora. She was alive. on her kitchen floor. for 30 minutes to six hours Their morning tryst is how her DNA ended up on a single fingernail of his left hand. he said. Otherwise the blood that mvomd Kenyon's body was all his and the result of crawling through broken windows in an attempt to flea the burning Gonnley home. Deacon was inside. He said. once York Reg'onal Police found out he was a fonner OPP ofli- cer with a “shady background." they stopped looking for other suspect; Wearing an orange jumpsuit. blue laceless and a red wrist- band with his photo on it. Kenyon told The Sun-Tribune he got sucked into the worid of illicit drugs while an OPP drug investigator in Pan-y Sound mom than two decades ago. Kenyon joined the OPP in 1990 and was stationed in the Georgian Bay community. That's when he first tried drugs -â€" crack. cocaine. pot and bush. He also took to smoking cigatenes then. Does he regret getting too involved in his job? “Big time.” he said. “I wish I could turn my life around." he said. noting his goal ls to become a public speaker to chil- dren. warning them of the pltfalls of After a couple of years on the force. he was accused oftelling deal~ ers in Parry Sound about an under- cover operation another officer was conducting: 7 That 6mcer was omed and Kenyon resigned. according to his sister. Darlene Murray. Around 1995. he jdined a Braceb- ridge insurance company as a policy salesperson. 7 He took the premium payments from his clients to pay his own bills He was charged with insurance fraud and theft. He was sentenced to eight months in Mmbmok. He served two-and-a-half months Despite this. his wife of about mreeyears.1hmmy.tookhlmback. “I worked my ass off for the Killer hopes to lecture kids on drug abuse gamma? 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I'le'was told the boys visited him while he was in an induced coma in hospital in Richmond Hill a few days following Deacon's death. but he has no recollection of it. His oldest buy. now 20. was at a McDonald‘s with his friends shortly after Deacon‘s death and saw cover- age of him being charged in connec- tion with crime. he said. He has sent letters. binhday and Christmas cards to them. but has not received a single reply. They have not visited him In 'IWo years ago. Kenyon called their home and the youngest boy. now 16. answered. Kenyon asked if he should get his mother's permis- sion forthetwototalkShewasn't home. They didn't speak further. “I think they‘re just scared.” he said. “l'll never give up" Deacon and Kenyon met in WWW December 2005. As a salesman for Leon's lnsula: tion in Stoufiville. Kenyon often took clients to The Lion on Main Street for lunch. He got to know one of its waitresses quite well. who suggested he meet one of her friends -â€" Dea- con. He said sure. Their first date was a Toronto Maple Isafs' gamq. “Marion was a beautiful woman. She's way out of my league.” Kenyon recalled ofthe first time he set eyes on the blonde mother of three teen- aged daughters. who was also an aerobics instructor and waitress At one point early on. he recalled she told him “you don't fit into my The pair dated on and off. Kenyon was simultaneously dating another woman in Oshawa. But in September 2006. things got mow serious and Kenyon moved into Deacon's (ionnlcy home she shared with her daughters. "In their eyes i wasn‘t good enough for their mom." he said. Deacon didn't know he was a cocaine addict atthetime. Any possible relationship Kenyon could have forged with the girls was derailed by stealing money from them to help pay for his cocaine addiction. “She always stuck with me. Her attitude was I was going to fix him.” Kenyon said he wanted help but "when someone bugs you all the time about it (like Deamn did). my attitudewas I might aswell godo it.” “You can get crack delivered to thedoorius‘aseasflyasyoucan get a pim.” he said. At a sentencing hearing in June. Judge Michelle Fuerst gave Kenyon the oppommity to address the court. He stood and said his lawyer told the court all the same things he would have said and “thank you for helping with the pmceedmgs“. Kenyon had a two-page letter he wanted to read to the [bacon family. But because he was appealing the conviction, his lawyers advised him nailing»! it. he said. « 'I’heyneedtokntmlwasnot the wlelder of the baseball bat that took Man‘on's life and I believe in my hemmeyknawmat . [would not physically hun their mom." Kenyon solemnly said in jail. This was the only time during the one-hour conversation Kenyon's m «I! to choc-o «6m. MWhMQme mr ‘_\ P“ ‘~ "(‘1 Iashmm tone veered from gregarious and My. to quiet and downcast. “I never. ever. in our five-year rela- tionship. touched Marion in a physi- cal. hurtful way," he said. "Emotion- ally I'm sum 1 devastated her.“ "‘l'm ashamed of myself for hav. ing caused that to happen." Kenyon said of her [unimer death. Kenyon was incarcerated in Lindsay's Central liast ()onectional Centre since his anest in March of 2010. He spent the first two months in medical segregation. He was then transfened to general population. As he walked thmu’gh’the halls to his cell for the first time “I'm like a deer in the headlights.” One inmate aéked if he was the cop from segregation. 'Umil um point. he had told no one he was a fomler ()PP officer. "I'm embanassai about it. I'm embarrassed for me to lose my camer."he said. He told the nurse about his stint as a police officer and that the inmates found out. He refused to go back into general population. ‘WOULD NOT HURT HER’ "l was fearful for my life." he said. Kenyon was transfem‘d to seg- regation. After a short while. he became the pods cleaner. “To be honest. most inmates are very happy to do that sort of work. The work itself is a said Brent Ross. spokesperson for the Ontario Ministry of Community Safety and Correctional Services. "It's a way to pass the time. break up the day." In January 2011. he moved to an area of the jail where child molesters and people who have a hard time coping are housed. ‘Kefiyon was moved to an Eastem Ontario federal penitentiary shortly after last week's interview. "That's the best thing that's hap- pened in the past four he said at the time of his impending transfer. “This is the worst of the worst. ln provincial (jail) you have no privi- 1 He hopes to eventually be moved to Fenbrook in the Gravenhurst area wherehisfamilylives When he géts out. which could be in 10 years fipamle is granted. Kenyon wants rtoast for breakfzm. "The little things you can't imagâ€" ine you miss." he said. nestiedbehlndlaerushtmesonacoun- tyroadlaadlngtooottageoouptryam womanleavesthelailwlthayoung man. g Wifhahopintheirstepsandvoioesglddy. E WalkinguptomeUndsayjall.michls 3 she drapes her short-skirted self all over him. He does not appear to mind while he - also tries to balance a paper bill. presum- -I ably containinghis belongings. g When you first enter the jail. you have to « sign in with a staff member sitting behind g a wall of darkened glass. You communicate through a speaker. New mles require all visitors to hand over a piece of photo ID before gaining entry. In exchange. you get a visitor’s badge. I was No. 291. A woman. obviously a veteran of the visitors drill, is already in line. lt's shortly before 10 am. and the morning visiting hours run from 10 to 11 on this particular day. This woman. who must have bionic hear- ing. somehow hears the door to the first level of security unlock. She bolts through it before it slams shut and re-locks behind her. One person at a time. lt unlocks for me. I tell them who I'm visiting, get directions and walk through a scaled-down airport screener. No alarms sound. I continue to my appointed visitors area. At the end of the twrsting hallways that meander through the facility that in a dra- gram looks like a space ship. I find another locked door that goes into what one could assume is the visitor’s room. There are no . signs. No one geets me. There are no instructions on the bare. con- crete walls. There is. however. a silver old- school apartment-style intercom. I push the button. Silence. Then a few seconds later I try the door. It‘s unlocked. In front of me is a wall of glass with parti- tions and stools for about 10 inmates and their visitors. A minute or two later. Kenyon comes bounding across the bank of empty visitor bays and waves me to one closer to his entry/exit door. He's gracious. Cheery. Hair looks cornea. The goatee neatly manicured. He's affable. giddy at times and answers everything I ask him. He has with him a folded piece of lined paper with notes written in pencil. His talk- ing points. I have mine. too. i go first. We only have 60 minutes before the phones cut out. The glass is so thick I can‘t even hear Kenyon's thank you or goodbye. Upon leaving the jail, I notice a roadside sign for Crimestoppers in front of the lush green trees that separate cottage goers from jail inmates. VLOZ "l 35" REPORTER ‘IN JAII.’ - Sandra Bolan