S4 Ep11: John Wayne Glover - The Granny Killer

Dezi Freeman Manhunt (VIC) – Police continue their search for fugitive Dezi Freeman in Victoria’s high country. Locals are urged to report even the smallest details, as subtle signs could be crucial in capturing the fugitive. Matt Wright Conviction (NT) – Celebrity crocodile wrangler Matt Wright found guilty of attempting to pervert justice after a fatal 2022 helicopter crash in Arnhem Land. He faces ongoing legal proceedings and has confirmed plans to appeal. Kaiden Morgan Murder (VIC) – The Latrobe Valley mourns the death of 18-year-old Indigenous community leader Kaiden Morgan, fatally stabbed in Morwell. Two teenagers have been charged. Manly West Murder & Assault (QLD) – A 45-year-old man charged with murder and attempted sexual assault after stabbing a man and attacking a young woman in Brisbane. The accused remains in custody. Jayden Selfe Murder (WA) – Three people charged following the discovery of 33-year-old Jayden Selfe’s body in bushland north-east of Wanneroo. All three were remanded in custody. Melbourne Youth Crime & Carjacking Surge (VIC) – Four teenage boys arrested after a high-speed car chase that injured a pedestrian. Meanwhile, Victoria sees a 36% rise in carjackings, with young offenders targeting vulnerable drivers. 15-Year-Old Juvenile Case (VIC) – A teenager accused of multiple armed robberies and threats to kill has been allowed to travel to Europe, sparking debate over juvenile justice and public safety. Teacher Sex Offences (NSW) – Ella Clements, 24, charged with multiple child sex offences involving a student at a private boys’ college. Investigation ongoing. Rapper Accused of Murder (NSW) – Police continue investigating the fatal shooting of Niddal Acherkouk in Surry Hills, seeking information to locate rapper Harley Johan (‘YC EWZY’). Mushroom Killer Appeal (VIC) – Erin Patterson announces plans to appeal her conviction for three murders and one attempted murder, involving poisonings with toxic mushrooms. Firearms Seizure (NT) – Authorities seize more than 240 firearms from 81-year-old former Kakadu National Park ranger Dave Lindner, highlighting ongoing concerns over unsafe storage and licensing breaches. Replica Gun Assault (QLD) – Jarred Drew Heath pleads guilty after pointing a replica revolver at police during a noise complaint. He was sentenced to probation, having already served time in custody. Former Cop Murder Case (NSW) – Beau Lamarra-Condon pleads not guilty to the murder of his ex-boyfriend and partner. Jury trial set for September next year, amid concerns over police firearm access and off-duty gun safety. Brisbane Murder-Suicide (QLD) – An eight-year-old girl and her mother, Dr Tiffany Wilkes, found dead in an Airbnb. Authorities review child safety systems, including school attendance and inter-department communication. Burnt-Out Car Discovery (NSW) – Police appeal for information after a body is found in a burnt-out SUV near Brewarrina. Identity is being investigated, and no further threats to the community are known.

Carl Williams was serving a life sentence, with a minimum of 35 years before he would even be considered for release. From his cell in Barwon Prison, he became an unlikely informant. Williams had begun assisting police, feeding them information that threatened to unravel long-buried crimes and expose those who thought themselves safe. But in the underworld, cooperation with authorities carries a price. On 19 April 2010, that price was paid in blood. Williams was beaten to death inside Barwon’s high-security Acacia unit, struck with the metal stem of an exercise bike. His killer was another inmate—a man already notorious, with his own violent history etched deep into Melbourne’s crime story. That man was Matthew Charles Johnson.

Dezi Freeman manhunt hits grim milestone One month on from the fatal shooting of two police officers in Porepunkah, the suspect remains at large despite one of Victoria’s largest manhunts. Barber accused of involvement in six-hour gang rape granted release Sydney barber Adam Abdul-Hamid, accused of a prolonged gang rape in 2021, has been granted conditional bail, sparking outrage from advocacy groups.  Woman charged with attempted murder after stabbing A 24-year-old woman from Burpengary has been charged with attempted murder after allegedly stabbing a man during a late-night domestic dispute. Two men charged after Brisbane shooting, woman on the run Two men face charges after a drug-related shooting in Slacks Creek, while a female suspect believed to be armed remains at large. Bodies of woman and man found in NSW home Police are investigating the suspicious deaths of Carolyn Campbell and a man in his 60s inside a home near Coffs Harbour. Woman fighting for life after being hit by allegedly stolen car A Logan woman remains in critical condition after being struck by an allegedly stolen car driven by teenagers who were later arrested. More than 1000 mourners farewell boy killed in machete attack Melbourne’s South Sudanese community gathered in mourning to farewell 15-year-old Dau Akueng, killed in an alleged machete attack in Sunshine. Ray and Jennie Kehlet mystery revisited WA Police have returned to Sandstone to re-examine mineshafts and search for clues in the 2015 disappearance of Ray and Jennie Kehlet. Murderer dragged bloodied from Sydney court after guilty verdict Convicted murderer Paul Jason Sultana violently resisted after his guilty verdict, injuring himself and being dragged bloodied from a Sydney courtroom.

Darwin. Northern Territory. The 4th of June 2019. 5.39pm The city moved in its usual rhythm, even under the oppressive weight of the late afternoon humidity. The tropical heat clung to streets and buildings like a wet blanket. The scent of saltwater drifted from the harbour, mingling with the faint aroma of frangipani and tropical blooms.  Palm trees lined the streets, swaying gently in a warm breeze that carried the distant hum of cicadas. Tourists shuffled back toward motels after long days exploring the waterfront, the markets, and the lush greenery of the botanical gardens. Some paused at street-side cafes for a final iced coffee, wiping sweat from their foreheads, unaware that the ordinary rhythm of the city was about to fracture. At the Palms Motel on Finniss Street, tucked among low-rise units and tropical foliage, that calm shattered in an instant. A deafening shotgun blast tore through the air, rattling windows and walls, a violent punctuation against the ordinary hum of city life. Guests screamed and scattered, pressed themselves against bathroom tiles, and crawled beneath beds, clutching whatever they could grab. Each blast ricocheted down narrow corridors, bouncing off walls, doors, and mirrors, creating a chaotic, terrifying symphony that seemed to stretch the moments into eternity. The gunman moved deliberately through the motel, a pump-action shotgun clutched firmly in his hands. His heavy boots thumped against the worn carpet, deliberate, steady. His voice cut through the panic, sharp and demanding: “Where’s Alex? Where the fuck is Alex?” Guests froze, faces pale with shock. Every hallway became a trap. Every doorway a potential threat. The air vibrated with fear, broken only by the echoing blasts and the frantic cries of those caught in the corridor. The ordinary calm of Darwin—a city usually defined by its laid-back, tropical ease—had been replaced with sudden, unpredictable terror.

Felon: Debrief Sunday - 21/09/2025 Welcome to Episode 1 of Felon: Debrief. A weekly summary of significant criminal cases across Australia. Ongoing Manhunt – Dezi Freeman: Victoria Police continue the state’s largest ever tactical search for Freeman, accused of killing two officers in Porepunkah. Perth Podcast Murder: Tobias Nuttall, co-host of Waking World, charged with fatally stabbing his fiancée Ali Lauren at their Bassendean home. Clayfield Killing: A 15-year-old faces life under Queensland’s new adult sentencing reforms for the murder of businessman Greg Josephson. Melbourne CBD Drive-By: Two men charged over the targeted shooting of Kwar Ater at Franklin and Elizabeth streets. Cold Case Breakthrough: Human remains unearthed in Port Lincoln lead to the arrest of John Mislov for the 2002 murder of Susan Goodwin. Grafton Murder: A 17-year-old charged with murder after a violent confrontation left a 35-year-old man dead.

On Sydney’s Lower North Shore lies the suburb of Mosman. Tree-lined streets wind between Federation homes and waterfront apartments. From the headlands, you can see across the harbour to the city skyline. It is a suburb known for quiet affluence. Professionals, retirees, and young families share the same streets. Neighbours greet each other at the shops, children walk safely to school, and the elderly often live independently in well-kept homes and apartments. By the late 1980s, Mosman was a picture of suburban stability. To many, it was one of the safest places in Sydney. Crime was something that happened elsewhere. But beneath this polished surface, fear was about to take hold. Elderly women, living alone in what they believed were secure communities, would soon find themselves the targets of a ruthless predator. The streets of Mosman would never look the same again.

By 2004, Melbourne had become a city under siege. On the surface, life continued with the quiet routines of suburbia: parents shuttling children to school, office workers commuting in and out of the city, cafés buzzing with their usual morning trade. But beneath that familiar order was a darker rhythm, one that pulsed through the streets with a steady, violent beat. Carparks became stages for ambushes. Cafés, places once known for coffee and conversation, were transformed into theatres of bloodshed. Even nightclubs, where music drowned out the city’s worries, became hunting grounds where enemies could be cornered and executed. Every public space, no matter how ordinary, carried the weight of possibility—that the next spray of bullets might erupt without warning. The struggle for power played out like a game of chess. Pieces shifted across the board—sometimes with patience, sometimes with violence—each move carrying the weight of risk and reward. The city became an arena where loyalty was fragile, betrayal inevitable, and survival a matter of strategy as much as strength. The story of the gangland war can only be told through the men who moved first—their hungers, their feuds, and the decisions that would stain the city in blood.

On June 21st, 2005, the body of Kristy Scholes was discovered in the bedroom of her grandparents’ home in West Dubbo, New South Wales. She was twenty-four years old, living with her partner and young daughter. Police quickly determined that she had been strangled, and the circumstances of her death were immediately alarming. The home showed no signs of forced entry, and nothing appeared to have been stolen, suggesting that the perpetrator had a familiarity with the house or its occupants. Kristy’s partner had been absent at the time, leaving questions about who could have accessed the property and how the crime had been committed without interruption. The shock of the discovery rippled through the Dubbo community. Neighbours and friends struggled to reconcile the violence of the act with the normalcy of suburban life. For investigators, the case presented immediate challenges. They needed to consider not just potential intruders or opportunistic offenders, but also those who had pre-existing connections to the family. Given the nature of the crime, attention quickly turned to individuals known to the household—family members, close friends, or acquaintances—anyone with the means and opportunity to commit such an act. The investigation required careful examination of relationships, movements, and behavioural patterns. Earlier that year, on January 4th, 2005, another member of the extended family, Lateesha Nolan, had disappeared under circumstances that were, at the time, equally confounding. Lateesha was also twenty-four and a mother of four children. She had been last seen leaving her home in Dubbo to run errands, and when she did not return, immediate concern arose among her family. Within hours, relatives began contacting authorities, describing her sudden absence and the unusual nature of her disappearance. As the investigation unfolded, the community watched closely. Rumours circulated, sightings were reported and discounted, and the tension in Dubbo grew. Two women, both young, both connected to the same family network, were either missing or dead. The reasons for their suffering were unknown, and the question of who could have committed such acts—and why—loomed over every lead, every interview, and every search. It was the beginning of an investigation that would stretch for years, involve multiple law enforcement agencies, and eventually expose the extraordinary lengths one man would go to evade capture.

In the wilderness, there are no rules. No law. No mercy. Only need. Out there, beyond the reach of cities and courts, where the trees crowd thick as secrets and the sky closes in like a lid — survival becomes the only religion. It doesn’t matter what you believe. It doesn’t matter what you were. Soldier or shepherd, priest or prisoner — the wild doesn’t care. It strips you down to something simpler. Hungrier. And in the deepest wilds of 19th-century Tasmania — back when it was still called Van Diemen’s Land — that need could become something far more dangerous than any animal, or any outlaw, or any desperate soul with shackles around his ankles. It could become hunger. But this isn’t the kind of hunger that comes at the end of a long day without lunch. This isn’t the ache of a skipped supper or the pangs of a rationed winter. This is hunger as obsession. As madness. As transformation. This is the kind of hunger that claws through your guts until it speaks for you.  Until it walks in your skin, whispers in your thoughts, and tells you that you don’t need bread… You need flesh.

Melbourne’s underworld had always been a precarious balance—alliances held together by fear, grudges measured in decades, and violence reserved for those who miscalculated their position, who overstepped unspoken boundaries, or who failed to respect the intricate hierarchy of power. It was a delicate ecosystem where one wrong move could trigger a chain reaction, and where loyalty was never guaranteed, only earned and enforced through blood, intimidation, and reputation. But by the early 2000s, that fragile equilibrium began to shift, slowly at first, then with a sudden, irreversible momentum. The spark came in May 2002, on what appeared to be an ordinary sunny Monday in Port Melbourne. The city, as always, went about its routines—the hum of trams, the chatter of pedestrians, shopkeepers arranging their displays. Yet beneath that veneer of normalcy, tension simmered. Violence had been brewing quietly for years, a storm gathering strength in the hidden corners of alleys, warehouses, and suburban streets. Victor Pierce, a man whose name was etched into the darkest chapters of Melbourne’s criminal history, pulled up outside a modest fruit shop on Bay Street. To the casual observer, he was just another man in a car. But anyone who knew the city’s underworld—or its police—understood the weight of his presence. He was a survivor, a man who had defied justice more than once, a figure who carried with him the memory of Walsh Street, the infamous murders that had claimed the lives of two young police officers and left the city and the force reeling. Then came the shots. Five in rapid succession. Four found their mark. Two struck him in the head. The sound echoed through the street, terrifying in its suddenness, brutal in its precision. Pedestrians froze. Shopkeepers ducked behind counters. Children, unaware of the intricacies of the adult world, sensed only the fear, the chaos, the violence erupting in their midst. By the time anyone could react, Victor Peirce was gone. Instantly. A figure once untouchable, a symbol of resilience and fear, reduced in seconds to a lifeless body on the pavement, a stark reminder that in this world, even legends could be brought down. Pierce was more than just a criminal. He was a bridge to the old guard, a link to an era when the rules of the underworld were written in blood, when certain names commanded both respect and terror. He had survived the Walsh Street trial, had walked free while two young police officers lay murdered, and had endured decades of feuds, grudges, and shifting allegiances. His death was not just the loss of a man—it was the removal of a keystone, a shift that left a vacuum in power, a gap that would not go unnoticed, a signal to anyone waiting in the shadows that the old order was vulnerable. And from those shadows, a figure who had been quietly observing, calculating, and biding his time began to move. A man who had spent years navigating the margins, learning the lessons of the streets, studying the mistakes and vulnerabilities of others. His time had come. His patience had been rewarded by the chaos around him. His ambition would not be delayed.  That man was Carl Williams.