ANITA COBBY
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was dragged into the car, indecent acts followed.<br />
She was told to strip. She refused. Her<br />
clothes were ripped off. Money for petrol was<br />
taken from her purse. The process of taking<br />
everything started from her money to her life<br />
itself. They obtained petrol with her money<br />
and drove off as Anita was kept quiet, under<br />
threat, on the back floor.<br />
Since there was no phone call to pick her<br />
up at the station, Anita’s parents thought their<br />
daughter had decided to stay in the city with<br />
friends.<br />
Next day, after a nursing sister from<br />
Sydney Hospital called to find out why Anita<br />
hadn’t reported for work without a call being<br />
sick, her father went to Blacktown Police Station.<br />
He reported his daughter missing.<br />
Out went a description. Aged 26, thin<br />
build, 175cm tall, black wavy hair, hazel eyes<br />
and a light olive complexion. Blacktown Police<br />
had already received reports of a girl being<br />
abducted into a car that night in the area of<br />
Newton Road.<br />
They were starting to put two and two<br />
together. One of the most extensive Australian<br />
manhunts was on. Time was of the essence.<br />
When I heard about what happened to<br />
Anita Cobby like many others, I found it hard<br />
to believe. Not even a crime writer could have<br />
thought of something like this.<br />
Even after five years in the Ambulance Service,<br />
10 years in Police Rescue and Detectives,<br />
I thought I’d seen it all.<br />
Was it possible that in Sydney in the 1980’s<br />
a woman could be restrained, bashed, raped,<br />
tortured, brutalized, have her throat slashed<br />
so badly she was almost decapitated, have her<br />
fingers broken and all this happen while she<br />
was still alive?<br />
Defense wounds from the sharp blade of<br />
the knife on her hands and fingers proved that<br />
she fought for her life to the bitter end.<br />
As I looked at the crime scene I found<br />
it hard to believe anything like the rape and<br />
murder of Anita Cobby could happen. It was<br />
a somewhat isolated place with dairy farming<br />
and grazing land with eucalypt trees.<br />
It also had long grass which helped to<br />
hide the crime scene. There was blood, Anita’s<br />
blood, on the blades of grass. It was not that<br />
far from the Great Western Highway, a busy<br />
motorway.<br />
Yet far enough away so that no one heard a<br />
cry for help as Anita fought for her life.<br />
A herd of dairy cows first found her body.<br />
They gathered around her almost like a curious<br />
protective cordon when the dairy farmer,<br />
Mr Reen, investigated and found her. He had<br />
seen his cows in a circle facing inwards which<br />
was unusual causing him to “sus it out’.<br />
My thoughts turned to the police who<br />
had to tell Anita’s family that a body had been<br />
found and was believed to be Anita’s.<br />
No longer a missing person but a found<br />
person in the worst possible condition, dead.<br />
The missing person investigation had regrettably<br />
turned into a homicide investigation; a<br />
family’s worst nightmare.<br />
How would we tell them that all that’s left<br />
of their beautiful missing daughter?<br />
I remembered the many times when as a<br />
police officer I’d had to knock on a door to tell<br />
a family their loved one was not coming home.<br />
I used to pray, swallow hard and take deep<br />
breaths as I approached the front door.<br />
Then I had to watch as I delivered the<br />
terrible news to a stunned family. It was often<br />
late at night or the early hours of the morning<br />
when people were awakened from their sleep<br />
and expected to comprehend what I was telling<br />
them.<br />
Often babies woken by people in the<br />
lounge room added to the already hard job.<br />
Then I watched as the terrible news was delivered<br />
and began to sink into stunned minds.<br />
Tenderly, with God’s help I comforted the<br />
people and often prayed with them. I’d wait<br />
for the reaction which was accompanied by<br />
denial, disbelief, anger, bargaining with God<br />
and shock.<br />
It was like the family was hit by a freight<br />
train they didn’t know was coming. Some<br />
thought it was a practical joke or a prank.<br />
Many said: “Come on Inspector you’re having<br />
a lend of me”.<br />
Some would walk out of their door, look<br />
around for their loved one thinking they were<br />
hiding and would jump from behind the<br />
bushes as a surprise.<br />
Although, sometimes with drug users or<br />
crazy drivers the family would say to me: “We<br />
knew one day this knock on the door would<br />
come.”<br />
That wasn’t the case with the Lynch or<br />
Cobby family. Their knock on the door had<br />
no forewarning although Anita’s father had an<br />
inkling that something was wrong with Anita’s<br />
unusual disappearance.<br />
She was a very responsible person and<br />
would never not come home or be absent<br />
from work without notifying someone. The<br />
shock still resonates whenever Anita’s name is<br />
mentioned.<br />
The sheer horror of what was to be revealed<br />
to Anita’s parents is hard for us to even<br />
start to imagine.<br />
At the time of the murder, I was out of<br />
Sydney on an investigation with Detective<br />
Tony (Muddy) Waters. We were urgently<br />
called back to Blacktown Police Station. Once<br />
there we were briefed on the murder.<br />
I was given the job to hit the streets go<br />
gather information and get leads on possible<br />
suspects for the murder. My task was to find<br />
out as much as possible about individuals<br />
who’d recently been released from gaol, mental<br />
health units or juvenile institutions that<br />
may have the Modus Operandi (MO) and be<br />
capable of committing such a crime.<br />
With other Detectives I was instructed to<br />
leave no stone unturned to get information.<br />
A vital lead on the case was out there on the<br />
streets just waiting to be found.<br />
Junkies, drug dealers, gang members, the<br />
homeless, prostitutes and thieves were all to<br />
“<br />
The paddock had become<br />
a torture chamber. Even<br />
though I looked at the<br />
photos forensically,<br />
I couldn’t help but<br />
contemplate what Anita<br />
went through; those last<br />
hours.”<br />
be approached. A sense of urgency hovered<br />
over us.<br />
The killers were on the loose and they<br />
could rape or kill again, especially if they knew<br />
they’d get caught and spend a long time in<br />
gaol.<br />
They may use their short freedom to cram<br />
in as much evil pleasure as possible. The other<br />
detectives and I were afraid the offenders<br />
might go on a frenzy feed of violence before<br />
they were captured. A last perverted fling.<br />
Like many others close to the investigation,<br />
I saw them as monstrous criminals who<br />
attacked a woman in an uncontrolled frenzied<br />
outburst.<br />
They’d acted like a pack of wild animals,<br />
although wild animals have a reason to attack;<br />
being food or self-defense. This pack didn’t<br />
have that reason or any other reason except<br />
their self-gratification. They must be caught,<br />
and caught soon.<br />
Looking back, there was fear throughout<br />
Western Sydney. You could just about smell<br />
the fear in the air around Blacktown. Fear the<br />
crime might be repeated was front of people’s<br />
minds.<br />
The crime was taken so seriously many<br />
stayed home, locked, barricaded their doors<br />
and windows, especially single women or<br />
those with children.<br />
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