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bank. While sipping drinks beside the bar they were recognised by one of the owners
and told, in no uncertain words, that they should stop snooping around and clear off.
Months went by and the situation got worse. Fights were breaking out at the bus
station and one driver was injured when he was hit by a backpacker bus. The region's
reputation as a tourist destination was under threat and the local authorities took steps
to calm things down. They called a meeting of the warring parties and picked a hotel
as a suitable venue.
The day of the meeting duly arrived and the participants turned up at the appointed
hour. It wasn't difficult to tell them apart. The shire council people wore suits and the
hostel owners were dressed in the smart casual attire that was fashionable in the
tourist industry at the time . They contrasted with the partners in the big resort who
wore silk shirts, gold medallions and expensive watches that dangled ostentatiousl y
from their ample wrists. The meeting got off to a bad start and ended abruptly when
one of the hostel owners had a beer glass smashed in his face.
The attacker was a senior partner in the resort. A charge of assault was brought
against him and he was summoned to appear in court. But, before that could happen,
he fled the country to avoid arrest on drug -related charges. Interpol entered the act
and he was extradited back to Australia.
As far as I can make out, he and his partners were working a scam that went
something like this. The resort was purchased at a time of high inflation with money
loaned from the bank. Black money from the sale of drugs was passed off as hostel
takings and used to service the debt. Interest payments are tax deductible so nothing
was lost to the tax office. If everything had gone according to plan, the black money
would have reappeared as legitimate capital gain when the property was sold.
13 Lesbian vampire killers
Okay. There's a movie with a similar name and you don't believe anything like it
could happen in real life. So did a friend of mine and she has regretted it ever
She was working for a regional TV station and received a telephone call from a
colleague. He had a bizarre story about a pack of lesbians who beheaded a man and
drank his blood. Some women had been taken into police custody and were being
questioned about a headless corpse in a riverside park. He couldn't vouch for
anything but she would have a fantastic scoop if the story turned out to be true.
This was back in 1989. I had just opened a backpacker hostel and my friend knew I
had contacts in the police. Could I make some enquiries and see what I could come
I phoned around and failed to discover anything . My friend wasn't surprised. The
story was too good to be true. It was the sort of false lead that media people give to
others as a prank.
Two days later the story broke. It was true and very nasty. Five young women,
embroiled in a lesbian relationship, had lured a forty-seven-year-old man to a park on
the banks of the Brisbane River with promises of sex. Having got him there, they
stabbed him 27 times. The attack was so brutal that he was almost decapitated .
Uncorroborated testimony alleged that the ringleader of the group, Tracey Wiggington,
drank the victim's blood.
The way in which the police solved the crime was as bizarre as the crime itself . The
victim had undressed and a bankcard was found in his shoe ... but it was not his. The