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By the time Paul popped the big question, they were living together at the Homolka home. Karla was thrilled by the diamond ring, holding it up to the light to see it sparkle. Paul had endeared himself to Karla’s parents, becoming the son they never had. The sisters were divided: Lori, then 17, was suspicious of him while Tammy then 15, was starry-eyed. He was so handsome, and brought her little gifts. He told he things that she wanted to hear: you’re sweet, you’re prettier than your big sister. Karla didn’t like that. Paul was hers and hers alone. It didn’t matter if he was a rapist, those were women he used and threw away. That was all they were good for in her mind. But Tammy was another matter. Sweet and virginal, Karla was not. Paul had been unhappy when he realized he was not her first, and she wished she’d never told him the truth. Watching Tammy giggling on Paul’s lap, Karla narrowed her hateful eyes. She would make sure Tammy understood whom Paul belonged to.

December 23, 1990
Paul adjusted the lens of his new camcorder. Everything looked so crystal clear, and he had plans to make a special video later that night. Tammy sat on the couch, swaying a little. She was confused and felt lightheaded. Karla cut her eyes at Tammy. She seemed to be slurring her words. The halcion sleeping pills she had crushed into the strong rum drinks were working well. After everyone said his or her good nights, Tammy looked at Paul. “Are there supposed to be two of you?” she asked. Karla and Paul sat watching Tammy until she finally passed out. Karla got up and smoothed back Tammy’s fine blonde hair. “She’s out,” Karla said, and Paul jumped up and down. “Here we go,” he replied as he turned on the camera. Karla took a washcloth and poured on it a substance called halothane. It was used on the animals at the clinic, to sedate animals before surgery. Karla hoped it would be enough to keep Tammy unconscious during the rape. As the cloth was held over her mouth and nose, Paul began to rape Tammy, despite the sanitary napkin on her track pants. Karla pushed up Tammy’s bra as Paul continued to rape the unconscious girl. Karla was becoming agitated. “Hurry!” she whispered, as Paul shoved Karla’s head to Tammy’s crotch. Karla did not want to participate in her sister’s rape but she was afraid of Paul waking the household. Paul began to penetrate Tammy anally when suddenly Karla checked her breathing. Her neck was crimped; her face blue from lack of oxygen, and Tammy suddenly began to vomit. The pills did not mix well with the liquor and she was choking. Karla turned her upside down to clear her airway. Paul panicked and hid the evidence, while Karla dressed her and called 911.

As the police and paramedics came screeching to the house, Lori, Karel, and Dorothy woke up and ran downstairs. “What happened?” Lori shrilled. “Tammy stopped breathing!” was the answer. The paramedics got Tammy on a stretcher and wheeled her out, as Dorothy and Karel got ready to follow the ambulance. As they were leaving, there was a phone call from the hospital. There would be no need to rush. Tammy Lyn Homolka was dead. The house was thrown into chaos. Between the police, the medics, the sobbing, and the shock, an officer decided to question Paul and Karla. Paul became indignant. They had done nothing, he stated angrily. No drugs and no foul play. The officer raised an eyebrow. There was a huge magenta stain on Tammy’s face that looked like a freebasing accident. They eventually had to go to the station for a formal statement, but no charges were filed.

Paul and Karla worried that the truth would catch up with them, after all they had videotape themselves raping the unconscious girl. There could be no evidence more damning. While Paul and Karla were at the police station, Dorothy and Karel planned their youngest daughter’s funeral. Instead of celebrating Christmas and the Canadian holiday, Boxing Day, they said good bye to Tammy Lyn.

There was no toxicology report, so no one knew about the drugs she had ingested. The medical examiner told them the mark on her face was from gastric acid that came from her vomit. Paul knew he was lucky, he and Karla had covered up the rape, but he was devastated. Once, during a pool party, Paul was going to buy more booze, when Tammy jumped up, wanting to go too. After they made the purchases, Paul drove to the falls and embraced Tammy. He told her she was the only pure thing in his life and kissed her. They continued kissing and lost track of time. They didn’t get back until after midnight, and Karla was livid, drunk and demanding answers. Paul just laughed at Karla, and Tammy went straight to her room and locked the door. Paul took her death harder than anyone else did, and Karla acted the part. Secretly, she was satisfied that they had not, would not, be blamed or held responsible for Tammy Lyn’s death. It would take years before Paul and Karla had to answer for the murder and rape of Karla’s baby sister.