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he’s told us—if he was with you during any of this offending and he’s told the truth about it, what do you think he’s said?’
Macdonald made one last attempt to deny his involvement, one last feigning of innocence, saying Boe would have told them he had nothing to do with any of the crimes.
‘Well he didn’t say that,’ countered Howell. ‘What do you think he said?’ he repeated.
‘He said he was probably involved . . . He was there doing it all,’ Macdonald replied, his voice now quiet, suddenly stripped of the bravado of denial.
‘Yep, he did,’ continued Howell. ‘With who?’
‘Me,’ Macdonald admitted meekly.
What followed was a humiliating outpouring, as Macdonald put years of lying and hiding behind him and confessed to the arsons, vandalism, poaching, dumping of milk and killing of calves. When asked why, though, he could give little clear reasoning. Shooting Craig Hocken’s stags was a challenge. Dumping the milk, burning the duck-shooting hut and killing the calves were retaliation for being caught trespassing. They burnt down the old McKinnon house because they ‘just thought that it would be funny’. And the attack on Scott and Kylee’s new house? ‘I don’t know, we’re just, you know, doing it,’ he said, before admitting it was ‘mindless stupidity’.
Macdonald did, however, suggest he was harbouring a grudge against Scott, saying the partnership wasn’t fair and he ‘was working my arse off’ while Scott spent a lot more time at home. But while Macdonald was surprisingly forthcoming about the details of these crimes, he staunchly denied any knowledge of the threatening notes, and was adamant he hadn’t killed Scott. ‘It looks obvious these leading up to events, but you know, I’m not that blimmin’—I’m not a psycho.’
Howell and Jackson encouraged and cajoled, appealed to his honesty and any resurrected shred of morality in an effort to get him to confess to Scott’s murder. ‘I don’t see what you’ve got to lose now, Ewen,’ urged Jackson. ‘You know, you’ve laid your cards on the table. You’ve lost, you’ve lost everything that you’re going to lose. This is your chance maybe to save some face if anything.’
‘I wouldn’t take someone’s life, I’ve never been that extreme,’ Macdonald insisted.
The two officers again assailed him with the past crimes and how his desperate attempts at deception had now been completely exposed. ‘And now we’ve found out what we know,’ Howell reminded him, ‘and you’re the only logical person that fits in there.’
‘You can see the finger points at me,’ Macdonald acknowledged. ‘I’m in a bad situation, yeah, but I had nothing to do with that . . . I’m not the murderer . . . I am not guilty.’
Howell was having none of it. ‘I have sat here and listened to you talk to me about those other crimes as if you had no knowledge of them at all, no knowledge—and now you’re expecting me to sit here and believe that you didn’t do the murder when all of the arrows point towards you?’
But by 3.20 pm Howell and Jackson could see Macdonald wasn’t going to give them anything more and started the formalities.
‘I guess I won’t be going home tonight, will I?’ Macdonald asked.
‘I doubt it very much, Ewen. I’d imagine that you’d be appearing in court tomorrow at some time.’
He was charged with the offences he’d admitted to then asked if he had anything to say about them.
‘Oh, guilty, aren’t I,’ Macdonald replied, before being taken to a police cell.
At 6.40 pm Howell returned to see him and asked him to show them on a map of the Hocken farm where he and Boe had killed the stags. Howell then charged Macdonald with Scott’s murder. Macdonald was again read his rights and asked if he wanted to say anything.
‘Nah,’ he responded.
CHAPTER 5
King at court
Kerry Macdonald clearly remembers where he was when he learnt his son had been arrested for murder. ‘I was in
Macdonald made one last attempt to deny his involvement, one last feigning of innocence, saying Boe would have told them he had nothing to do with any of the crimes.
‘Well he didn’t say that,’ countered Howell. ‘What do you think he said?’ he repeated.
‘He said he was probably involved . . . He was there doing it all,’ Macdonald replied, his voice now quiet, suddenly stripped of the bravado of denial.
‘Yep, he did,’ continued Howell. ‘With who?’
‘Me,’ Macdonald admitted meekly.
What followed was a humiliating outpouring, as Macdonald put years of lying and hiding behind him and confessed to the arsons, vandalism, poaching, dumping of milk and killing of calves. When asked why, though, he could give little clear reasoning. Shooting Craig Hocken’s stags was a challenge. Dumping the milk, burning the duck-shooting hut and killing the calves were retaliation for being caught trespassing. They burnt down the old McKinnon house because they ‘just thought that it would be funny’. And the attack on Scott and Kylee’s new house? ‘I don’t know, we’re just, you know, doing it,’ he said, before admitting it was ‘mindless stupidity’.
Macdonald did, however, suggest he was harbouring a grudge against Scott, saying the partnership wasn’t fair and he ‘was working my arse off’ while Scott spent a lot more time at home. But while Macdonald was surprisingly forthcoming about the details of these crimes, he staunchly denied any knowledge of the threatening notes, and was adamant he hadn’t killed Scott. ‘It looks obvious these leading up to events, but you know, I’m not that blimmin’—I’m not a psycho.’
Howell and Jackson encouraged and cajoled, appealed to his honesty and any resurrected shred of morality in an effort to get him to confess to Scott’s murder. ‘I don’t see what you’ve got to lose now, Ewen,’ urged Jackson. ‘You know, you’ve laid your cards on the table. You’ve lost, you’ve lost everything that you’re going to lose. This is your chance maybe to save some face if anything.’
‘I wouldn’t take someone’s life, I’ve never been that extreme,’ Macdonald insisted.
The two officers again assailed him with the past crimes and how his desperate attempts at deception had now been completely exposed. ‘And now we’ve found out what we know,’ Howell reminded him, ‘and you’re the only logical person that fits in there.’
‘You can see the finger points at me,’ Macdonald acknowledged. ‘I’m in a bad situation, yeah, but I had nothing to do with that . . . I’m not the murderer . . . I am not guilty.’
Howell was having none of it. ‘I have sat here and listened to you talk to me about those other crimes as if you had no knowledge of them at all, no knowledge—and now you’re expecting me to sit here and believe that you didn’t do the murder when all of the arrows point towards you?’
But by 3.20 pm Howell and Jackson could see Macdonald wasn’t going to give them anything more and started the formalities.
‘I guess I won’t be going home tonight, will I?’ Macdonald asked.
‘I doubt it very much, Ewen. I’d imagine that you’d be appearing in court tomorrow at some time.’
He was charged with the offences he’d admitted to then asked if he had anything to say about them.
‘Oh, guilty, aren’t I,’ Macdonald replied, before being taken to a police cell.
At 6.40 pm Howell returned to see him and asked him to show them on a map of the Hocken farm where he and Boe had killed the stags. Howell then charged Macdonald with Scott’s murder. Macdonald was again read his rights and asked if he wanted to say anything.
‘Nah,’ he responded.
CHAPTER 5
King at court
Kerry Macdonald clearly remembers where he was when he learnt his son had been arrested for murder. ‘I was in
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