The floodgates have cracked wide open in the six-month hunt for missing siblings Lilly and Jack Sullivan, and what’s spilling out is a torrent of lies, half-truths, and a stepfather’s frantic midnight dash that no one saw coming.

Hours after the Sullivan parents’ bombshell CBC interview admitting they’d hidden the kids’ disappearance from a remote Northumberland Shore cabin – not their Gairloch Road home – leaked audio from Daniel Martell’s original RCMP statement has surfaced, painting a far darker picture. In it, the 32-year-old stepdad doesn’t describe a quiet night of s’mores gone wrong. He describes hearing “screams” ripping through the darkness, bolting barefoot toward the treeline, and finding… nothing. Just echoes and an empty beach.

The audio, anonymously dropped on a true-crime subreddit before exploding across TikTok and X, captures Martell’s voice raw and ragged during his May 3 interrogation, just 24 hours after the 911 call:

“I woke up around 2:17 a.m. to use the outhouse. Door was cracked – cold air rushing in. Thought it was the wind. Then I heard it. Screams. Lilly’s voice, high and scared, like when she has nightmares. ‘Daddy! Jack!’ Over and over. I threw on my boots, no flashlight, just ran. Toward the beach, crashing through the brush. Branches whipping my face, feet sinking in mud. Called their names till my throat burned. Nothing. Just the waves. I searched for hours, Malehya crying inside. We… we couldn’t tell anyone. Thought we’d find them by morning. Packed up, drove home, staged it like they slipped out the slider. God, what have we done?”

Martell’s words clash violently with the polished narrative he and wife Malehya Brooks-Murray spun on CBC last night: a innocent “adventure” at the off-grid shack owned by Martell’s late uncle, kids wandering off during flashlight tag, parents panicking and covering it up to avoid child services snatching their baby girl, Meadow. No screams. No terror. Just “silly kids” and a five-hour lie.

Online sleuths – and now RCMP insiders – are zeroing in on the inconsistencies, spotting deception like blood in the water. Body language experts on YouTube have dissected the parents’ interviews frame-by-frame: Brooks-Murray’s averted eyes and lip-biting during mentions of “bedtime”; Martell’s micro-fidgets, clenching fists when asked about the cabin’s isolation. “Classic evasion clusters,” one viral clip claims, racking up 2 million views. Reddit’s r/TrueCrimeDiscussion is ablaze with timelines exposing the cracks: Why did Martell initially tell reporters the kids were “dressed for school” at home on May 2, when the cabin trip means they were in pajamas? And the polygraphs they both “passed” multiple times? Suddenly suspect, with whispers of “coached responses” from a family friend who’s a retired cop.

The timeline of horror, pieced from court docs, leaks, and now this audio, unfolds like a nightmare in slow motion:

May 1, 2025 – Afternoon: Last Public Sighting Lilly (6, light brown hair, hazel eyes, pink sweater obsession) and Jack (4, blond curls, dinosaur boot fanatic) are caught on Dollarama surveillance in New Glasgow at 2:25 p.m., giggling over candy with mom, stepdad, and baby sis. Family heads to the cabin for “one last adventure” – 45 minutes northeast, a forgotten fishing shack on a bluff overlooking the Northumberland Strait. No cell service. No neighbors. Just salt air and secrets.

May 2, 2:17 a.m.: The Vanishing Martell’s audio confession: Wakes to screams. Runs into the woods. Searches in vain. Brooks-Murray, inside with Meadow, hears “something rustling” but stays put. By 7 a.m., couple in full denial mode: Drive back to Gairloch Road (30 km southwest), rumple bedsheets, scatter toys, mark kids “sick” for school at 6:15 a.m. via automated call. At 10:01 a.m., Brooks-Murray dials 911: “They’re gone! Wandered out the back while we slept!”

May 2, 10:30 a.m. – Noon: The Search Ignites RCMP swarms the rural property – thick woods, steep ravines to the East River, pipeline trails snaking like veins. 160 volunteers by day’s end, drones humming, K9s sniffing. But the real bombshell? Within hours, family members “find” a torn pink blanket – Lilly’s beloved security rag – snagged in a tree on Lansdowne Station Road, exactly 1 km from home. Radio chatter leaks: “Canine to blanket site – family says it’s hers.” Martell initially denies it to press: “Not theirs.” By evening, he flips: “Yeah, it’s Lilly’s.”

May 3-4: The Cover Crumbles Audio interrogation: Martell spills the cabin truth to RCMP – off-record, they claim, to “protect the kids.” But whispers say he begged: “Don’t charge us. We hid it wrong.” Meanwhile, a second blanket chunk surfaces – stuffed in a trash bag at the driveway’s end, reeking of bleach. “Who hides half a blanket in trash?” a volunteer posts on Facebook. “And the other half in a tree? Staged AF.” Sniffer dogs hit the tree site: No kid scent. Just fabric and lies.

May 5-18: Massive Hunts, Zero Answers 115+ volunteers grid 8.5 sq km. Boot print (Jack’s dino sole?) near pipeline. Tips flood: 860 leads, 8,000 videos scrubbed. Martell pleads for border watches, airports – “Abduction!” – while Brooks-Murray ghosts to her mom’s, blocks him on socials. Polygraphs start: Both “pass,” but docs note “elevated baselines” on cabin questions. Grandma Belynda Gray: “They’re my peas in a pod. Not in those woods – kids that small don’t hike km in PJs.”

May 28: Public Last Seen Confirmed RCMP drops: Kids with family May 1 afternoon. Dashcam pleas for Gairloch footage April 28-May 2 yield nada. Online fury: “Parents lying about timeline!”

June-July: Forensic Dead Ends Blanket forensics: Torn pre-disappearance? Bleach wipes DNA? No hits. Cadaver dogs blank the property – no remains scent. Reward hits $150K. Martell: “My heart says they’re gone.” But why the screams he never mentioned?

August-October: Polygraph Purgatory Multiple tests: All “truthful.” Bio-dad Cody Sullivan passes too. But court leaks: Witnesses heard “vehicle revving” at 1 a.m. May 2 near cabin – Martell denies visitors. Step-grandma Janie MacKenzie’s poly? “Unreadable physiology.”

November 27: The CBC Crack Parents confess the cabin lie. “To protect Meadow,” they sob. But Martell’s audio drops same day: Screams. Run. Cover-up. RCMP pivots: Teams swarm the shack tonight, dogs on Northumberland beaches. Child services yanks Meadow. Volunteers burn pink ribbons: “Fooled us!”

Who hid the blanket? Fingers point at Martell – audio hints he “staged” the tree piece to mimic wandering, trash chunk a panic dump. “Ripped it in the car ride home,” a source whispers. “Thought it’d sell the story.”

Deception detectors are in overdrive. In interviews, Brooks-Murray’s “we were asleep” crumbles under timeline math – kids “playing” at 9:40 a.m., gone by 10? Martell’s calm pressers? “Sociopath vibes,” TikTok screams. Poly passes? “They studied the questions,” a profiler tweets.

As choppers thump over the strait tonight, the Sullivan saga reeks of buried truth. Were the screams real – a third party snatching the kids mid-tag? Or Martell’s invention, masking something sinister in that shack? The blanket, split like the family, dangles from a tree of lies: Half hidden in trash, half in plain sight, screaming for answers.

Lilly and Jack, if you’re out there – hold tight. The woods lied. But the waves might talk.