Bring Devon’s Killers to Justice: Support Our Investigation

Bring Devon’s Killers to Justice: Support Our Investigation

For three long years, I’ve stayed silent, holding back the truth about my brother Devon’s murder to protect the integrity of the investigation, hoping that the justice system would do its job. At the beginning of Devon’s disappearance, my family and I were ready to hire a private investigator to help find answers, but the Integrated Homicide Investigation Team (IHIT) assured us it wasn’t necessary—they told us they had everything under control. Trusting their expertise, we stepped back, believing justice would come for Devon. But now, after all this time, the case remains unsolved. IHIT has stopped contact with us, ignoring critical leads because they don’t want to jump through hoops.

In the years since Devon’s death, our lives have been shattered. We missed over a year of work—not just because we were grieving, but because we were investigating our own loved one’s murder. Sleepless nights became our new normal as we organized rallies, gathered evidence, and desperately tried to make sense of the reality that we will never see Devon again. He was the glue that held our family together, and every day we’ve had to learn to live without him. The system that was supposed to protect us has failed us in every way.

That opportunity to act immediately with a private investigator has now passed, and sadly, my family has been struggling ever since. Financially, it has been difficult to catch up after taking so much time away from work to mourn, grieve, and fight for answers. That’s why we’re asking for help now. We need your support to hire a private investigator and gather the evidence that IHIT has overlooked, so we can finally get justice for my brother.

Here’s Devon’s story:

On Friday, September 24, 2021, Devon returned home from a work trip and went to grab some beer at a liquor store near his house. That’s where he bumped into Chris McLean, Andrew Nofield, and Alex McLean. I received a Snapchat from him with them, and a bad feeling came over me instantly. Andrew had just gotten out of jail for a violent offense, and Devon hadn’t spoken to them in years. I offered to pay for an Uber to bring him to me, but Devon told me not to worry—he said they were old friends, and they were just going to play pool.

By the next morning, Devon was missing. No one had seen or heard from him. Desperate, I started reaching out to Chris, Andrew, and Alex. People close to Chris wouldn’t even give me his number, even though at the time, none of us knew what had happened to Devon—but they seemed like they already did. When I finally tracked down Alex McLean, he was shaking, staring at the ground, claiming he was so drunk he couldn’t remember anything. He took us to the spot where Devon supposedly got out of the car, but I could tell he was lying. Alex was my good friends cousin and i was around him growing up, i started getting into his head asking him if he remembers the games we use to play. he starting crying and said "i didnt know it was your brother" my heart sank. Later, when I spoke to Alex again, his mother had convinced him not to say anything, changing her story repeatedly to protect him.

By this time i also filed a police report and took it to facebook stating my brother is missing and was last seen with these individuals, my inbox became flooded with messages from people saying that Chris Mclean has been telling everyone that he would kill my brother if he saw him. i begged the police to take it seriously as Chris had ill intentions toward my brother and it still took IHIT two weeks to get involved.

I eventually found out where Andrew was staying and confronted him, begging for answers about Devon’s whereabouts. Andrew claimed they dropped Devon off in the middle of nowhere, near 192nd and 28th, with a dead phone. His mother, realizing the gravity of the situation, spoke up, saying, "Why were you, Chris, and Alex cleaning the vehicle so thoroughly Saturday morning?" That’s when Andrew’s girlfriend at the time, Mackenzie, jumped in, trying to cover for them by saying they had cleaned the vehicle the week before, and that Andrew’s mother was “mistaken.” My heart sank—I knew then that Devon wasn’t coming back.

A few days later, I met with Chris. One of his friends reached out to me and said he would allow me to see Chris but just me alone. he picked me up, made me put my phone on the dash where he could see it and Chris chose the spot. He was dressed all in black, wearing a mask, a hood, and with his hand in his waistband like he had a gun. I begged him for an hour to tell me where Devon’s body was, but he showed no emotion, no remorse. The only time I saw a reaction was when I told him, “You didn’t just take my brother’s life, you took your little brother’s life by involving him in this.”

What made everything worse was how much evidence there was, and how little the police did with it. I learned that Chris’s mother had also been cleaning the car Devon was last seen in, using bleach and Pine-Sol late into the night. That car was later found burnt to the ground. All their stories didn’t match. The only part that stayed consistent was that they were all at an A&W, but the reasons for why Devon supposedly got out of the car changed every time. I even found footage of Devon alive with them at the A&W, which proved Alex’s family was lying when they said he was home in bed. At this point, I had more leads than the police—and I’m not the one trained to investigate murders.

Another critical piece of evidence was Devon’s Snapchat. Moments before his phone pinged for the last time, he saved a video of himself in the car with Andrew, Chris, and Alex. In the video, Chris can be seen grabbing Devon’s phone, telling him to “delete that.” I believe my brother knew what was about to happen to him, and that’s why he saved the video.

Then, about a month after Devon went missing, a man came forward. He had been in the car with them the day before Devon disappeared and said they were looking for my brother to kill him. He later saw Devon’s missing posters and realized they had followed through on their plan. He gave a full statement to the police, but even with all this evidence, no one has been interrogated or arrested.

At one point, Andrew called me from jail, saying he wanted to come clean. He told me that Chris had been looking for Devon, and they used Andrew to get him in the car. After driving and drinking for a while, Devon got out to pee, and that’s when Chris shot him in the back of the head. They left, came back to drag his body into a ditch, left again, and eventually returned to put him in the back of the car. They drove towards Kamloops, found a wooded area, and left him in the forest. Andrew gave this exact story to the police—and still, no one was held accountable.

My family and I have done everything we can. We even tracked down the location where Devon’s phone last pinged. But despite all this, IHIT has told us they’ve reached a dead end. For three years, we’ve put our faith in the justice system, only to be met with silence and inaction. It feels like a monkey could figure this out, but our trained homicide investigators either can’t—or won’t.

I’m done staying quiet. I’m done waiting for a system that protects criminals over victims. If anyone knows what more we can do to find justice for Devon, please help us. We need changes to the laws so that families like mine can get justice, even without a body. This system is teaching people that they can get away with murder if they hide the body well enough. My family and I are still waiting for answers, and I refuse to let Devon’s story be forgotten.

Two weeks ago, just two days before the anniversary of Devon’s death, we came face-to-face with his killers. They were sitting in a cab when we approached, and immediately, they tried to get the driver to speed away. Chris started threatening me, gripping his bag like he had a gun, and telling me, “You don’t want trouble with me. you're not about this life.” But I wasn’t scared—I stood my ground and told him, “Go ahead. Shoot me in broad daylight in front of everyone. Maybe then they’d finally take another look at my brother’s case.”

He got out of the cab, and in a moment of frustration and anger, I threw my coffee at him. The police detained him, he was released just down the street not long after.

What kind of world are we living in where families like mine have to put their lives on the line just to seek justice for their loved ones?

Any donation to help us hire a private investigator could bring us closer to finding the answers and accountability we’ve been fighting for. Thank you for your support.