Torn Apart - The Most Horrific True Murder Stories You'll Ever Read

233 Pages·2009·1.22 MB·English

by  Miles

Brought to you by KeVkRaY

To my wife Wendy, without whom…
CONTENTS

Title Page

Dedication

Preface

1 ‘I’ve Done Everything I Could for You’

2 Fleeing from the Shadows

3 Candle in the Wind

4 In the Lair of the Beast

5 ‘I Miss Us’

6 They Died Taking a Stand

7 ‘Thou Shalt Not Kill’

8 ‘Burn in Hell!’

9 Where It All Began

10 Death Before Dishonour

11 ‘Your Heart Will Go On’

12 Lamb to the Slaugher

13 ‘Be a Good Little Slut’

14 The Ultimate Betrayal
Copyright
PREFACE

T
he glorification of the criminal is a multimillion-pound industry. TV series,
movies, books and newspapers feed the obsession with predators whose
grotesque acts have earned them a lucrative notoriety. A quick trawl through the
murkiest corners of the internet reveals literally thousands of websites dedicated
to charting in intimate detail the twisted and brutal lives of the infamous.
For decades in which the rights of the criminal have taken precedence over
those whose lives they destroyed, new laws in Britain – based on the experience
of the American courts – allow the families and partners of crime victims to tell
judges and juries of the devastating impact wreaked by acts of evil.
The repercussions of impassioned victim impact statements are being felt
across all sections of society.
As a crime reporter and a former US correspondent for national newspapers, I
covered a number of notable trials in Britain and America over thirty-five years,
ranging from the most savage of murders to terrorist atrocities, abductions and
rapes.
One clear recollection is that of a sexual psychopath accused of raping,
mutilating and murdering a young girl in south London. For over a month within
the confines of the Old Bailey, I got to know her father well over cups of tea in
the courthouse canteen.
He was in despair at how the killer’s defence counsel had muddied the waters,
using every legal manoeuvre and exploiting every loophole in a bid to secure an
acquittal for his client.
What caused the father added anguish was how his daughter had become a
mere sideshow in the trial, a victim with a crime reference number but no voice.
To the prosecution and the defence, she was the subject of dry, unemotional
legal dissection. Nothing of her character emerged from the trial. Moreover, the
searing loss felt by her family was never explored.
Justice was dispensed, the police closed their files, and the day’s dramatic
headlines quickly faded from public memory.
After the verdict, the father told me, with tears in his eyes, ‘No one in that
courtroom learned what she was like, the person she was, her very essence, her
spirit. The whole clinical process in a way dehumanised her further. She was just
another faceless victim. I wanted to tell everyone what we had lost – a loving,
generous, talented, beautiful daughter, someone who would have made a vital
contribution to society, someone whom we deeply loved. I wanted them all to
understand what had been taken from us.’
It would have taken a hard heart not to share his sense of rage and despair at
the inequalities of the system.
During the 1980s and 1990s I watched with great interest as the US
government effected nationwide legislation allowing victims’ relatives to have
their say during the sentencing phase of the trial.
The system there has its vocal critics. Defence lawyers and jurists have argued
that an emotional victim impact statement to the jury prior to sentencing can
make all the difference between a criminal’s incarceration for life or his
execution. The sight of a weeping relative burning with retribution is, say some
detractors, enough to persuade a jury to hand down a death sentence.
Yet, as the voices of the bereaved echo across a courtroom, their raw passion
has struck a resounding chord. From Britain and abroad, I have focused on those
victim impact statements whose acute poignancy and soaring, narrative power
bring to life those they have lost. In many cases, their notable campaigns for
justice have made the world a safer and better place for their fellow citizens,
often at a high personal price.
Lying at the heart of this new approach to victims is the ability to personalise
them so that we are left not only believing we did share part of their lives but
also that their stories, their hopes and their dreams left a lasting legacy. That the
deaths of loved ones created lightness out of the dark. That out of evil came a
force for good.
CHAPTER ONE
‘I’VE DONE EVERYTHING I COULD
FOR YOU’

W
eary from her night shift delivering pizzas, Julie Hogg slumped down on the
sofa and kicked off her shoes. Twenty-two years old, she was a pretty dark-
haired girl and a popular figure in Billingham, a gritty industrial town in
England’s northeast, where she had grown up in a landscape dominated by a
giant chemical ammonia plant and petrol refineries snaking along the River
Tees.
Julie was typical of the area’s 35,000 residents, prepared to put in unsocial
hours to make enough money to get by, a hardscrabble existence that forged in
her a desire to better her life. Despite her looks, she was tough and capable. Her
job took her down some mean streets but she always managed to defuse trouble
with a cheeky smile and warm laugh. Julie, said her friends, was a down-to-earth
lass with an independent, defiant streak.
At 1.25 a.m. on 16 November 1989, a workmate dropped her off at her
Grange Avenue home at the end of the long night at the nearby Mr Macaroni’s
pizzeria. Julie waved goodbye and let herself through the door, and then
vanished from the face of the earth.
But what started that day as a routine missing-person enquiry was eventually
to culminate in one of most radical changes in British law for over 800 years.
The name of Julie’s indomitable mother, Ann Ming, was for ever to become a
symbol of finally achieving justice in the face of overwhelming odds.
Ann, a nurse for twenty years, had telephoned Julie that day at 7.30 a.m. A
close-knit family, they would speak on the phone up to twenty times a day and,
as was often the case, Ann and her husband Charlie, a heavy-goods fitter, looked
after their daughter’s three-year-old son Kevin while she was at work.
Ann wanted to make sure that her daughter was up and ready to attend an
important county court hearing. Julie’s marriage to Andrew Hogg had fallen
apart amid acrimony and she was seeking a legal separation from him.
The phone kept ringing unanswered. ‘I knew almost straightaway something
was wrong,’ recalls Ann. ‘I was going to pick her up at 9 a.m. and take her to the
court. However tired she felt, she would have answered the phone. It wouldn’t