‘She put the plan together and set him up nicely, cold-blooded as you please’
OF all the evil women I’ve seen, and I’ve seen some bad ones, the worst was not only one of the youngest but the best-looking.
Her name was Tanya. She had an angel’s face, but underneath the good looks she was a cunning, treacherous slut. I have never worked out how some women can have so much going for them and yet turn out such twisted bitches. If Tanya had played life straight, good men would have done anything for her, but that wouldn’t have been enough. She didn’t just want more. She wanted it all.
Tanya started out as a teenage runaway. Then she was a street pro, but instead of ending up in the gutter with a needle in her arm she climbed the ladder to massage parlors, then escort work and working as a stripper. She was a busy little bitch at the best of times. A real lady of the night, who loved her ‘work’.
She had a schoolgirl face and a tomboy haircut but she was, I admit, very cute and spunky-looking. Then she met Eddy and retired from the game, because she didn’t have to earn an ‘honest’ dollar anymore.
Tanya had been selling her body since she was 12 years old, and she fell in love with Eddy when she was 19. Seven years in that game would harden anybody, but I think she was tough as nails from the beginning, then got even tougher.
Eddy was an up-and-coming gangster from the western suburbs of Melbourne. He drove a Porsche, wore expensive jewellery, carried a gun, and was a pretty tough Italian crook. He made his money from drugs, and was making plenty of it. He was popular and respected, even feared, and his reputation was growing as fast as his bank balance.
But Eddy had a problem: His looks. He was wealthy, well-dressed and a pretty flash bloke who was just a bit too good looking for his own good. The girls loved him, and this burned Tanya up.
Tanya was a jealous lady. In fact, she had the heart of a scorpion and the brain of a snake, a tiny package of pure evil and vice, and it all came spitting out when she found out Eddy wanted to move her out, so that he could move a 17-year-old in.
Eddy’s lust would sign his own death warrant.
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IT was Tanya who approached me about Eddy. She put the plan together and set him up nicely, cold-blooded as you please. She told me what she wanted and she gave me the key to his flat.
When I walked in the door with Dave the Jew, no-one heard a thing. When the bedroom door opened, Eddy looked up to see me and a sawn-off, double-barrel shotgun. He had his head between Tanya’s legs, and as he looked up at me, Tanya screamed: ‘Kill the dog, kill the dog!’ He thought she was screaming for him to kill me, but he was wrong … she was screaming for me to kill Eddy. But he must have realised the truth when she lifted her leg up and kicked out with her foot, catching him hard across the face.
I gave Eddy a slam across the face with the barrel of the shotgun. Dave stepped in and gave him a slight touch-up, then handcuffed him, hands behind his back and face down.
Tanya was on her feet by this time. She took me straight to the stash, and what a stash it was. There was cash, jewellery and drugs. She wanted the drugs, which was fair enough. Let her kill herself. There was a pound of pure speed and a 28-gram bag of heroin. She took that plus some personal jewellery and all Eddy’s gold chains – there were about 10 – and added them to the dozen she was already wearing.
There was about $4000 in notes. That went in my pocket. Tanya told me Eddy had two guns and another $4000 hidden in the car. She wanted the Porsche, but she got the keys and gave them to Dave and he went and got a .45 calibre automatic and a Colt .32 calibre revolver, plus some ammo and a bankroll of cash that would choke a horse.
While this was going on, Tanya was busy. Wearing only high heels and a dressing gown, she was running around packing her clothes – and grabbing anything else she wanted. Dave helped her pack the Porsche up with her things, and the various goodies she had her eye on. Then I said to her: ‘Hang on, we will take Eddy with us, so you can clean the flat out in your own sweet time. He won’t be back.’
We had planned to take Eddy back to a friend’s hotel in Fitzroy where we could deal with him in the cellar in our own way. It was a proven winner for us. But Tanya wanted to be there for the kill. Her eyes were ablaze. ‘Let me watch,’ she begged. Then she started to stab the sharp heel of her stiletto shoe down into Eddy’s back and shoulders, and she got down and bit him so hard it drew blood.
She wanted to stab him. We had to pull her up. Then she said, ‘Sit him up and you can screw me while he watches. Come on, Chopper.’
It was all getting a bit kinky for me. It was quite clear that Tanya was a sadistic whore and the whole thing was getting quite sleazy. I am a head hunter, not a perverted killer who has sex with the wives and the girlfriends of men just before they are about to die. Dave wasn’t pleased. He looked at me in a way which indicated total disgust.
Tanya said: ‘Let me come. I know where he has three buckets of junkie gold hidden.’ By this she meant stolen rings and jewellery, sold to Eddy by junkies in exchange for drugs. She also said there was another $5000 and three more guns hidden with the jewels. Little Tanya said Eddy rented a house in Footscray where he kept his gear. ‘I only know the street, not the number,’ she said.
I told her: ‘Tanya, you can’t watch nothing.’ She went mad and kicked the shit out of Eddy’s face. ‘Let me bite the dog’s dick off,’ she screamed.
‘Look,’ I told her. ‘We will take him. You stay here and pack your new car and we will ring you later.’ She wasn’t happy, but she had no choice.
Dave and I took Eddy, who seemed resigned and quiet, almost accepting death. Maybe the fact he knew he had been set up by his own girlfriend had numbed him. Whatever the reason, he was very peaceful. He even told us the number of the house in Footscray. So, instead of taking him to a pub in Fitzroy, we took him to his own rented house. We had him wrapped in a blanket. We got him into the house and found all the goodies and more.
We also found an electric nail gun.
Dave was convinced he was holding out, but I knew he was a broken man. Tanya had broken him. Nevertheless, I put a nail into his kneecap. But before I could reach the other knee, Dave said: ‘Hold on’.
Eddy’s eyes were closed. He was dead.
People don’t die from a knee capping. But Eddy was a heavy user of speed, and the combined effect of the drug, the emotional and mental shock, and the nail in his knee just blew his heart apart.
The nail gun was a fluke, but we kept it. And that’s not all. The house had about $20,000 in handyman’s tools stored in one bedroom.
We had to stack ‘Dead Eddy’ away in the freezer of a friend’s pub. From the time we grabbed Eddy until the time of his death was about 36 hours. I’m cutting this short. I think it is wise for all concerned.
We got rid of the body in a rather unique way. Eddy was left in a strange place or, should I say, four strange places. The Jew handled that. Meanwhile, I had to handle Tanya, which was fortunate for her.
You see, what dear little Tanya didn’t know is that the Jew said she had to die. But I’ve never killed a female, and I never could. Don’t ask me why, but to me it just didn’t seem right. I’m a bit of a fuddy duddy in that area.
So I didn’t kill Tanya, but I did go to see her and got her all sorted out. She had sold the contents of Eddy’s flat, and taken what she wanted. She told her friends and the busy-bodies that Eddy had run away with his 17-year-old slut.
I said to her: ‘If you don’t get in your new car and get your nice new things to some safe place, you are going on the missing list. I don’t want to hurt you, but my blue-eyed mate thinks you’d go well in a hole.’
Tanya was not stupid. She said she was always planning to go interstate, so she may as well get moving right away.
As we parted company she said: ‘Chopper, don’t you want to screw me?’ I looked at her and said: ‘Tanya, you’re one chick I don’t want to screw or screw with. See you later.’
I mightn’t have screwed Tanya, but she screwed me. I later heard that Eddy had kept $30,000 cash stuffed in a vacuum cleaner — a hiding place that Tanya had suggested but conveniently forgot while I was around. So I guess she had the last laugh on all concerned.
Tanya went west eventually and had a business involvement in the escort agency area. She has a string of strippers for bucks’ night, hotels and clubs, and is doing very well financially, I hear.
Although his death and the way he finished was rather sad, shed no tears for Fast Eddy. He was a heavy drug dealer, a killer who specialised in overdosing junkies who upset him, talked too much, or owed him money.
Yes, Eddy was bad news. But he had nothing on his darling Tanya. She was, to my way of thinking, one of the most dangerous and evil women I have ever known. I have seen plenty of sick-minded, black-hearted, cold-blooded sluts, but Tanya was the Devil’s personal whore. That chick was the Princess of Pain.
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FOOTNOTE: While Eddy was lying in the freezer for five days waiting for disposal, me and the Jew did another two other jobs of work.
Busy, busy, busy. Ha, ha, ha.