EXCLUSIVE EXTRACT It was guilty until proven innocent: The darkest hours
one of the boys opened the door and gave her a spray.
I don’t know exactly what was said but the message was for her to go away and leave them alone.
We could still see her through the glass. One of the boys in my room opened the window. “Get lost,” he yelled. “Just go home. We don’t want you here. F--k off.”
The woman started to scream and swear, but eventually she left and I went to sleep.
My alarm went off at 6.45am. I jumped out of bed, still half drunk.
“Let’s go,” I said to my roommate. “We can’t be late.”
Our recovery session was to be held at an Olympic-sized pool located in a training facility that was part of the hotel.
I grabbed my towel and goggles before braving the daylight.
“Hey, there’s that bird from last night,” a teammate said as we made our way to the pool. “What the hell is she still doing here?”
I looked over and saw the young woman in black sitting on the side of the road, not far from the hotel office.
She appeared to be wet and looked like she was crying.
I shrugged. “Who cares?” I said. And I didn’t, not until Monday when all hell broke loose.
We were ushered straight into a room when we arrived at Belmore for training on Monday morning.
Apparently a story had broken on radio that morning, but most of us were oblivious.
“Boys, we have a very serious matter to address,” said Garry Hughes (Gaz), the Bulldogs Football Manager in 2004. “I was approached by two detectives iv in Coffs Harbour b yesterday. They T informed me