Real Crime - - Contents - Words Tanita Matthews

Emily left a heart­break­ing note for her vi­o­lent, spoiled brat of a play­boy boyfriend be­fore he killed her

Beau­ti­ful Emily Longley was slip­ping from El­liot Turner’s grasp and he felt pow­er­less to stop her leav­ing him, so the spoilt mummy’s boy

threw a deadly tantrum to stop any­one else from hav­ing her

The area of Queen’s Park in Eng­land’s sea­side town of Bournemouth is an af­flu­ent neigh­bour­hood, with homes worth close to £ 1 mil­lion. Con­versely, the once- pas­tel yel­low bun­ga­low be­long­ing to the Turner fam­ily nes­tled in Queenswood Av­enue is rather mod­est in com­par­i­son. But dur­ing the first week of May 2011, the cosy home fell un­der in­tense scru­tiny for more than just its value when the body of a beau­ti­ful fe­male New Zealand stu­dent was dis­cov­ered in­side the bed­room of 19- year- old El­liot. The dead girl was his ex- girl­friend, 17- year- old Emily Longley.

Ini­tially, her death looked like a tragic ac­ci­dent, but as paramedics, po­lice and foren­sic ex­perts scratched be­neath the sur­face, they grew ever- more cer­tain that the pam­pered boy, with a his­tory of drug and al­co­hol abuse and a rep­u­ta­tion as a chau­vin­is­tic show- off, had snapped and killed Emily.

His par­ents, most no­tably his mother Anita, launched an in­tense se­ries of cam­paigns to in­sist on his in­no­cence. But be­hind closed doors they were pre­pared to help him get away with mur­der. While sus­pi­cions mounted against Turner, there was no tan­gi­ble ev­i­dence that would de­liver jus­tice for Emily and her dev­as­tated friends and fam­ily. The po­lice had no op­tion but to go to ex­tremes to catch her killer.

Teenage Re­bel­lion

Born in Lon­don in Fe­bru­ary 1992, Emily had em­i­grated to Auck­land, New Zealand at the age of ten with her jour­nal­ist fa­ther Mark, neona­tal nurse mother Caro­line and younger sis­ter Han­nah. Three years later Emily was told that her par­ents were sep­a­rat­ing. Di­vorce for a child of any age is par­tic­u­larly dif­fi­cult, but just com­ing into her teenage years, Emily found ways to ex­press her dev­as­ta­tion: she be­gan “ticking off ev­ery teenage re­bel­lion” her fa­ther Mark Longley told Chan­nel Five doc­u­men­tary Mummy’s Lit­tle Mur­derer. Caro­line, how­ever, told jour­nal­ists at Bri­tish news­pa­per The Times that Emily wasn’t an an­gry teenager but one that wanted to push the bound­aries. She also re­called her daugh­ter’s thirst for life and the fun things it had to of­fer.

After visit­ing Bournemouth over Christ­mas in 2009, it was agreed that Emily would move to the sea­side town in 2010 to stay with her pa­ter­nal grand­par­ents. She had ap­plied to study for a business na­tional di­ploma at the well- es­tab­lished Brock­en­hurst Col­lege in the neigh­bour­ing county of Hamp­shire and had been ac­cepted. Pho­to­graphs taken of the gor­geous blonde girl, who also as­pired to be a model, show her smil­ing and grin­ning. She ra­di­ates an ami­able per­son­al­ity, a sen­ti­ment echoed by all who knew her. While she was study­ing she was given a job at fash­ion re­tailer Topshop. The store was a few me­tres from the jew­ellery shop that Turner’s fa­ther owned and Turner some­times worked in. It was just three months after she be­gan col­lege that Emily met Turner on a dou­ble- date with another friend.

A spoilt ‘ mummy’s boy’, Turner was born in Birm­ing­ham on 25 May 1991. The wealth he boasted about as a teenager was de­rived from his grand­fa­ther Ger­ard Broad­way,

who owns the Birm­ing­ham- based jew­ellers Broad­way Sil­ver­smiths – one of the coun­try’s old­est sil­ver re­tail­ers. Turner moved with his par­ents to the south of Eng­land in 2000, where he was en­rolled in a £ 12,000- a- year pri­vate school. By the age of 16, Turner was al­ready dis­play­ing abu­sive per­son­al­ity traits – he was is­sued a ha­rass­ment warn­ing let­ter by Dorset Po­lice in Jan­uary 2008 after he bom­barded an ex- girl­friend with calls and texts. One friend later told the courts that Turner had ex­pressed a de­sire to smother an ex- girl­friend with a pil­low.

De­spite his bullish per­sona, his par­ents felt he could do no wrong and pam­pered him be­yond be­lief. The fam­ily ma­tri­arch, In­done­sian na­tive Anita, was a rep­utable phar­ma­ceu­ti­cal sales rep, and her hus­band Leigh ran his fa­ther’s jew­eller’s shop in the town cen­tre. They also owned a home in East Cliff, a stun­ning area only a stone’s throw from the fa­mous yel­low sands of Bournemouth beach, which El­liot used to throw wild par­ties with his friends. When Turner crashed his first car at the age of 17, they gifted their son with a brand new black Mini Cooper. At 19, he at­tended Southamp­ton So­lent Uni­ver­sity but dropped out after only a few weeks. Most young peo­ple who make such choices would nor­mally be ex­pected to get a job and sup­port them­selves, but for Turner work was a la­bo­ri­ous chore, and one he needn’t con­cern him­self with be­cause his par­ents would foot the bill for the lav­ish life­style he en­joyed.

He and his friends, a group of former pri­vate school­boys dubbed ‘ The Firm’, spent their week­ends glug­ging ex­pen­sive vodka and cham­pagne in Bournemouth night­clubs and min­gling with pretty women, or “birds” as Turner re­ferred to them. Turner boasted to friends that his par­ents had shelled out £ 30,000 on a re­ha­bil­i­ta­tion course at The Pri­ory, an ex­pen­sive pri­vate health­care cen­tre, for his co­caine ad­dic­tion. But ‘ The Firm’ had a name for the se­rial blag­ger and brag­ger: ‘ All- Talk Turner’. A beau­ti­ful girl like Emily was ex­actly the kind of ‘ tro­phy’ Turner wanted on his arm.

Los­ing His Grip

After meet­ing Emily in De­cem­ber 2010 Turner re­lent­lessly pur­sued her, in­tent on mak­ing her his girl­friend, and by March 2011 their re­la­tion­ship was of­fi­cial. His big ro­man­tic ges­tures had once flat­tered Emily, but within weeks things be­gan to sour. Turner tried to tell Emily how to dress, where she could go and who she could and couldn’t be friends with. She re­fused to lis­ten to him – a nov­elty for Turner, whose own par­ents bent to his ev­ery whim and whose friends hu­moured his bully- boy an­tics. One friend of Turner’s told the doc­u­men­tary Mummy’s Lit­tle Mur­derer that his abuse of al­co­hol and chronic smok­ing had been harsh on his body and Turner had be­gun to grow in­se­cure. A photo of Turner iron­ing his shirt in his box­ers by no means shows a fat young man, but it is clear his body bears the signs of his ex­ces­sive life­style. Emily in com­par­i­son was a stun­ning young woman, and she was no­ticed ev­ery­where she went. Turner didn’t like the at­ten­tion she re­ceived, and he started to make com­ments to Emily in an at­tempt to bring her down.

In March 2011, Emily was in­vited to model for a pho­to­shoot hosted by a friend of hers. One pic­ture shows Emily in a scar­let dress with her arms around two scant­ily clad male ‘ buff but­lers’. After he saw the pic­tures on so­cial me­dia, Turner hurled abuse at Emily’s friend for set­ting the shoot up. “Stop try­ing to fuck­ing fuck up my re­la­tion­ship by mak­ing Emily look [ like] a whore,” he screamed over text mes­sage. “Do you know who I am? A lad who’s been ar­rested for every­thing six vi­o­lent ha­rass­ment charges, two re­strain­ing or­ders de­cep­tion, GBH I’m in­volved in every­thing. I don’t want her go­ing out with pervy lads or my ene­mies ‘ cuz I’ll fuck­ing kill them, so fuck off you cunt.”

After a rough time ar­gu­ing with Emily over his pos­ses­sive be­hav­iour, Turner per­suaded his mother to pay for him to take Emily away on a ro­man­tic mini- break to the Isle of

Man. The ef­fort was short- lived, and staff at the ho­tel where they stayed re­ported hear­ing the pair ar­gue. After the pair de­parted, they found Turner had punched the wooden door in a dis­play of rage – an at­tempt to in­tim­i­date Emily. A jury later heard how Turner had or­dered Emily out of the room “for her own pro­tec­tion”. Dur­ing their stay she penned a let­ter to Turner that read, “I love you”. But the words that fol­lowed were in­cred­i­bly dis­turb­ing: “Don’t say you’ll kill me.” She pleaded with Turner to tone down his ag­gres­sion and con­trol­ling be­hav­iour. After they re­turned from the trip, Emily had se­ri­ous con­cerns about their re­la­tion­ship.

The last her fam­ily in Auck­land saw of Emily was in

April for three weeks over the Easter hol­i­days. While back home, it was clear that Emily was dis­tanc­ing her­self from Turner. She barely spoke to him, pre­fer­ring to be out with her friends or spend­ing time with her fam­ily dur­ing the trip. On her Face­book page she posted pic­tures of her in a black dress danc­ing with her friends, some of which were her ex- boyfriends. The pic­tures sent Turner into a jeal­ous rage ac­cord­ing to his friends. After Emily’s death, her mother Caro­line would look back on the fi­nal few days with her daugh­ter in New Zealand and re­veal that it felt as though Emily was say­ing good­bye to them one last time. She gave her favourite faux fur coat, which at one stage had been her trade­mark, to her younger sis­ter. As she walked through the de­par­ture gate she sent her mother a text read­ing, “I’m so sad, Mum, I miss you al­ready.”

On the evening of 30 April, Emily and Turner went to ‘ Bella Rosa’, a night­club owned by one of Turner’s friends.

A beau­ti­ful girl like Emily was ex­actly the kind of ‘ tro­phy’ el­liot Turner

wanted on his arm

Turner be­gan dis­cussing ways in which he could kill Emily. They started prac­tis­ing stran­gle­holds

at turner’s re­quest

After a few hours an al­ter­ca­tion in the club broke out be­tween the two. En­raged, Turner grabbed Emily’s head and smashed it onto the ta­ble be­fore storm­ing off. Dis­tressed, Emily left with her friends shortly after. Days later Turner hacked Emily’s Face­book ac­count and saw a se­ries of mes­sages be­tween her and another boy ar­rang­ing to meet at a night­club in Bournemouth. That evening, armed with a me­tal lump ham­mer, Turner walked through the doors of ‘ Klute’ night­club. Emily wasn’t there after all, but Turner ap­proached the male he be­lieved to be the one who Emily was messaging and con­fronted him. To en­sure that he got the mes­sage loud and clear to stay away from Emily, Turner flashed him the ham­mer tucked in the waist­band of his jeans be­fore leav­ing.

Turner’s next des­ti­na­tion was his friend’s house, where he broke out in sobs as he de­scribed how he had smashed Emily over the head with the ham­mer mul­ti­ple times and killed her. Out of nowhere he broke out into a laugh, re­veal­ing that he was only jok­ing and that Emily was fine. The fol­low­ing morn­ing, hav­ing learned of Turner’s sick and twisted joke, Emily fi­nally ended things with him. “I ac­tu­ally hate you,” she told him. Turner found her ac­tions “dis­re­spect­ful”: in his mind he was some­one to be feared and re­spected. In a wooded area with his friend a few hours later, Turner be­gan dis­cussing ways in which he could kill Emily. They started prac­tis­ing stran­gle­holds at Turner’s re­quest. Pent up and buzzing with ag­gres­sion, Turner al­most ren­dered his own friend un­con­scious dur­ing their rough­hous­ing.

That same evening he went look­ing for Emily in Bournemouth. At ‘ Café Shore’, a bar close to the af­flu­ent area of Sand­banks, Emily was pre­par­ing for an evening out with her friends, dressed in shorts and a waist­coat. CCTV shows Turner ar­riv­ing shortly after her. When he saw what she was wear­ing Turner be­came even more en­raged and told her she was dressed like “a whore”. She threw her drink over him and left, re­treat­ing to a friend’s home to watch a DVD. He texted his mum Anita, say­ing, “I could fuck­ing break Emily’s neck and beat the fuck out of her. I’m go­ing nuts the only rea­son I didn’t flip was coz my best mate was with me.” In­stead of recog­nis­ing that her son was on the brink of mur­der, she sim­ply paci­fied his urges: “don’t do any­thing that is in­ap­pro­pri­ate El­liot”. She tried to rea­son with him be­fore sign­ing off that she was go­ing to bed.

But Turner was de­ter­mined to get Emily alone, and he fol­lowed her. More ar­gu­ing en­sued when he found her at a friend’s home, but as the steam be­tween them cleared Turner be­gan ma­nip­u­lat­ing the sit­u­a­tion once again and con­vinced Emily to get in his car. It is be­lieved that Emily had thought Turner would drive her home, but in­stead he drove her to his par­ents’ place in Queen’s Park. They ar­rived just after mid­night. Less than nine hours later a text mes­sage from Anita to her hus­band read, “come home, Emily is dead.” A 999 call was placed roughly 40 min­utes later.

Life- Tar­iff- Turner

The Turn­ers claimed to have wo­ken up and found Emily dead. When am­bu­lance tech­ni­cian Stephen Strat­ton ar­rived at the Queenswood Av­enue home, it was clear to him that Emily had been dead for some time. Blood had pooled on her back and legs, and it was later es­ti­mated that she had died at around 1am. Stephen Strat­ton thought to him­self that Emily didn’t look as though she had gone to bed that night, and looked as though she had been placed on the bed, al­most as though she had been “laid to rest” there. Turner claimed to paramedics that Emily had tried to at­tack him in the mid­dle of the night and that he had struck her in the neck in self- de­fence. He in­sisted that the pair had both gone to sleep very much alive, but when he woke up Emily was dead. He was ar­rested and cau­tioned, but un­der ques­tion­ing Turner

re­mained silent. A post- mortem ex­am­i­na­tion could not de­ter­mine a de­fin­i­tive cause of death, and with­out suf­fi­cient ev­i­dence to charge him, Turner was re­leased.

On the other side of the globe, it was the early hours of the morn­ing when Caro­line picked up the phone to be told by po­lice of­fi­cers that Emily had died in a sus­pected homi­cide. Her dev­as­tated mother, fa­ther and sis­ter flew to Eng­land im­me­di­ately. Re­leased from cus­tody, El­liot Turner was mak­ing the most of his free­dom. How­ever, he wouldn’t en­joy his free­dom much longer, as po­lice were deep into the in­ves­ti­ga­tion of Emily’s death, and their num­ber one sus­pect was her ex- boyfriend. Un­be­known to the Turner fam­ily, their home was se­cretly bugged by de­tec­tives. Real Crime reached out to Dorset Po­lice for com­ment about their in­ves­ti­ga­tion but they de­clined to speak with us.

More than 290 hours of covert record­ings re­sulted in shock­ing rev­e­la­tions about what had re­ally hap­pened in the af­ter­math of Emily’s death. Speak­ing to his wife on 18 May, Leigh told her, “I know I shouldn’t have de­stroyed that let­ter, what we did there was de­stroy vi­tal ev­i­dence.” The let­ter he was re­fer­ring to, po­lice later de­ter­mined, was a sup­posed ‘ con­fes­sion’ from Turner for killing Emily. Leigh had doused it in bleach be­fore emer­gency ser­vices ar­rived. “He fuck­ing stran­gled her,” Leigh said to Anita, who tried to claim her pre­cious son had acted in self- de­fence. She ad­mit­ted she had re­moved the jacket he wore that night from the room be­fore any­one ar­rived in the morn­ing.

On 21 May, Turner ad­mit­ted to his par­ents that he “just flipped” and “fuck­ing grabbed her as hard as I could”. Google searches from his com­puter showed he had searched “death by stran­gu­la­tion” and “how to get out of be­ing charged for mur­der”. Foren­sic tests later de­ter­mined that a mark in the crook of the sleeve on Turner’s shirt from the night in ques­tion was makeup, and proved that at some stage Emily’s face and/ or neck had come into con­tact with his arm.

This would be con­sis­tent with the sleeper hold El­liot had prac­tised on his friend only hours be­fore Emily died, and a di­rect match to the way in which Turner told his par­ents he had han­dled Emily. On 19 July 2011 po­lice ar­rested him on sus­pi­cion of mur­der. His par­ents were also ar­rested for per­vert­ing the course of jus­tice. Turner was re­manded in cus­tody while his par­ents were re­leased on bail. While her son awaited trial Anita threw a se­ries of events in hon­our of her son’s in­no­cence, much to peo­ple’s dis­be­lief.

Emily’s par­ents and sis­ter sat through ev­ery day of the trial, which com­menced on 12 April 2012 at Winch­ester Crown Court. Tak­ing the stand in his own de­fence for two

above El­liot Turner pho­tographed at a party. He treated women as ob­jects, and saw his girl­friend Emily as a ‘ tro­phy’be­low A note writ­ten by Emily to Turner while they were still to­gether hints at Turner’s threats, ag­gres­sion and con­trol­ling, dom­i­neer­ing be­hav­iour to­wards the 17- year- old

top Emily Longley was smart and beau­ti­ful and re­fused to al­low her boyfriend El­liot Turner to dic­tate how she should dress and be­haveabove Mov­ing to Dorset in Eng­land, Emily at­tended Brock­en­hurst Col­lege, where she proved a suc­cess and made lots of friends while she was study­ing for her business na­tional di­ploma

above The day Emily broke up with him, El­liot Turner openly dis­cussed ways in which he would kill Emily and even prac­tised the stran­gle­hold that would kill her hours laterbe­low- left When he was ar­rested on the morn­ing of Emily’s death, El­liot Turner al­ready had his bags packed and was car­ry­ing his pass­portbe­low- right The Turn­ers’ house in the af­flu­ent Queen’s Park area was the scene for Emily’s mur­der. Po­lice bugged the home as part of their in­ves­ti­ga­tionop­po­site Emily’s fam­ily: mother Caro­line ( right), sis­ter Han­nah ( mid­dle) and fa­ther Mark ( left) all flew from New Zealand to sit through ev­ery day of Turner’s four- week trial

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