Sex, crime and dogs
Posted: Fri Jan 16, 2004 3:06 am
Dear all
No this is not about a new novel or scandal, but a sad tale of woe with a heart-warming twist and a moral to boot.
Last night my wife called me from our home Carlyn Lodge in a panic, informing me that three masked bandits with cutlasses had confronted her in the garden, plus she had called the police.
I was working late at Mount Hay Retreat but rushed home, asking our security company (wonderful M.I.4) to send armed response to my home, despite having no domestic contract with them.
I reached home armed with the Mount Hay Retreat Scythe, picking up a couple of local lads en route, and not intending to garden! We checked out the grounds but the bandits were long gone. M.I.4 arrived shortly afterwards, followed by the police, at which point the beaten, bruised and cut UK family of guests staying at our downstairs guest apartment felt safe to emerge, minus their cash and all jewellery/rings including the engagement/wedding ring from their wedding at the Kariwak Village a couple of days previously.
Here is what transpired: the family had taken to liming in the garden late most nights. The best man, a single guy, had been picked up by a teenage girl at Sunday School last Sunday. He brought her back to the apartment – and she left in the morning with a bottle of aftershave and tt$750 from his wallet.
During the following couple of days she hustled him for a few hundred dollars here and there until he said no more. Then she claimed she was 14, not 18 as she had said, but that for tt$1000 her family would not report him to the police for underage sex. He paid up, but drew a line in the sand and told her to clear off (I knew nothing of any of this, unfortunately, as he was clearly being blackmailed).
Meanwhile her boyfriend/pimp (?) was released from jail following a two year stretch for burglary of a villa. The police figure that he then planned the robbery of the family, using her advice on the layout, their cash-laden wallets etc etc.
He recruited a couple of friends and carried out the attack last night. They climbed over our 5’ fence (razor-wire now imminent, sadly), hid behind the shed but were rumbled by our dog Sausage who, although tethered so as not to disturb the guests’ BBQ in the back garden, was at the foot of our stairs. My wife Caroline emerged down the stairs to check the cause of his commotion (NEVER do this! Use a torch from a window) and was confronted by the three masked bandits with cutlasses. Sausage leapt to her defence despite his size (about a small Labrador size), narrowly missing a chop. Caroline screamed that she was calling the police (amongst unprintable Sarf London greetings!) and ran back upstairs to lock herself in with our baby. Sadly, the guests heard none of this due to their music and liming, and were then set upon quick time, beaten with bamboo sticks and the flat of the cutlasses until they ceased resistance and agreed to hand everything over indoors.
Things would have been worse had the thieves not been in a hurry to escape before the police arrived (due to my wife, who continued to shout Sarf London greetings at them from upstairs and triggered our alarm), but the two female and three male guests were bruised, threatened with bad things and in two case bleeding from small cuts.
By the time I got home the neighbours were all out and offering help, in typical Tobago village style (a small aside is that the village gossip-mill now has me down as a hero who chased them off single handed and was badly beaten – I never even saw them but will bask in glory for a while).
M.I. 4 gave us a free guard for the night and no less than two undercover anti-crime squads were crawling all over the area within 30 minutes, looking for the culprits. A senior officer arrived, plus uniformed police and CID officers. All said that such an aggressive and brazen, well-planned group attack against 5 tourists was virtually unprecedented.
This morning one team returned to take statements etc when we were all a bit less shocked. The story of the teenage girl quickly led to the bandits, since she was daft enough (as well as being over-age) to leave the lad her real name and telephone number on a bit of paper (“Precious” my ass!Gentlemen should remember that name). By the time 18 hours had passed after the attack she and the boyfriend/ringleader were assisting the police with their enquiries. Now that 24 hrs has passed the rest of the gang are also in his president’s pleasure house, and I await the latest news tomorrow. The family want justice (unlike some crime victims who just want to return home and do not wish to give evidence), rightfully infuriated at the ruination of their previously wonderful wedding/honeymoon. It looks like they will get justice and most of their things returned, we hope. One officer chuckled tonight when I asked him if the suspects will confess: “we always make them talk if they did it”. (Don’t tell Michael Mansfield QC).
Meanwhile I made a few calls this morning to see what could be done to salvage anything of the family’s holiday. The Secretary of Tourism, Neil Wilson, was informed of this rare and ferocious group attack and dispatched an envoy at once to meet me to see what could be done. Within an hour the family (and other wedding guests totalling 11 in all) were booked into the Hilton Hotel this evening with an all singing and dancing champagne dinner provided by the government. They are to enjoy a free all island tour too later this week, hopefully by Harris Macdonald, who could make a corpse smile.
That to me was the most moving thing of all. And there was even an offer to assist with media publicity of the family’s desired reward offer for the return of the rings etc (so, the THA was not merely hoping to brush things under the carpet). The police too have been marvellous – in all my years of UK law enforcement I seldom witnessed such embarrassment at the behaviour of fellow nationals to foreigners, and fiery determination to catch the evil perpetrators of this crime.
Impressive too was the THA’s tourist crime liaison officer, Joan, who acted so fast to ease the situation and who works closely between victims and the police – including assistance with airline when tickets need changing for witness evidence etc.
Clearly, writing this report will have a detrimental effect on my ability to attract visitors to Carlyn Lodge, despite numerous happy/uneventful previous rentals, my new security contract and plan to get Sausage a “big brother” (can any dog lovers recommend a breed that is large and protective but won’t eat babies or guests?) but I couldn’t fail to pass on the overriding moral of this story, as reiterated by the police: although crime against tourists on Tobago is still rare and violent crime even more so (and the proof is the incredible reaction to this event by the authorities) one should never invite a person of either sex who you barely know back to your guest accommodation! The kind of Trinbagonians who would be willing to accompany you are unlikely to be one of the honest, shy but dignified majority, but are highly likely to be after the contents of your wallet/purse alone.
All the best
No this is not about a new novel or scandal, but a sad tale of woe with a heart-warming twist and a moral to boot.
Last night my wife called me from our home Carlyn Lodge in a panic, informing me that three masked bandits with cutlasses had confronted her in the garden, plus she had called the police.
I was working late at Mount Hay Retreat but rushed home, asking our security company (wonderful M.I.4) to send armed response to my home, despite having no domestic contract with them.
I reached home armed with the Mount Hay Retreat Scythe, picking up a couple of local lads en route, and not intending to garden! We checked out the grounds but the bandits were long gone. M.I.4 arrived shortly afterwards, followed by the police, at which point the beaten, bruised and cut UK family of guests staying at our downstairs guest apartment felt safe to emerge, minus their cash and all jewellery/rings including the engagement/wedding ring from their wedding at the Kariwak Village a couple of days previously.
Here is what transpired: the family had taken to liming in the garden late most nights. The best man, a single guy, had been picked up by a teenage girl at Sunday School last Sunday. He brought her back to the apartment – and she left in the morning with a bottle of aftershave and tt$750 from his wallet.
During the following couple of days she hustled him for a few hundred dollars here and there until he said no more. Then she claimed she was 14, not 18 as she had said, but that for tt$1000 her family would not report him to the police for underage sex. He paid up, but drew a line in the sand and told her to clear off (I knew nothing of any of this, unfortunately, as he was clearly being blackmailed).
Meanwhile her boyfriend/pimp (?) was released from jail following a two year stretch for burglary of a villa. The police figure that he then planned the robbery of the family, using her advice on the layout, their cash-laden wallets etc etc.
He recruited a couple of friends and carried out the attack last night. They climbed over our 5’ fence (razor-wire now imminent, sadly), hid behind the shed but were rumbled by our dog Sausage who, although tethered so as not to disturb the guests’ BBQ in the back garden, was at the foot of our stairs. My wife Caroline emerged down the stairs to check the cause of his commotion (NEVER do this! Use a torch from a window) and was confronted by the three masked bandits with cutlasses. Sausage leapt to her defence despite his size (about a small Labrador size), narrowly missing a chop. Caroline screamed that she was calling the police (amongst unprintable Sarf London greetings!) and ran back upstairs to lock herself in with our baby. Sadly, the guests heard none of this due to their music and liming, and were then set upon quick time, beaten with bamboo sticks and the flat of the cutlasses until they ceased resistance and agreed to hand everything over indoors.
Things would have been worse had the thieves not been in a hurry to escape before the police arrived (due to my wife, who continued to shout Sarf London greetings at them from upstairs and triggered our alarm), but the two female and three male guests were bruised, threatened with bad things and in two case bleeding from small cuts.
By the time I got home the neighbours were all out and offering help, in typical Tobago village style (a small aside is that the village gossip-mill now has me down as a hero who chased them off single handed and was badly beaten – I never even saw them but will bask in glory for a while).
M.I. 4 gave us a free guard for the night and no less than two undercover anti-crime squads were crawling all over the area within 30 minutes, looking for the culprits. A senior officer arrived, plus uniformed police and CID officers. All said that such an aggressive and brazen, well-planned group attack against 5 tourists was virtually unprecedented.
This morning one team returned to take statements etc when we were all a bit less shocked. The story of the teenage girl quickly led to the bandits, since she was daft enough (as well as being over-age) to leave the lad her real name and telephone number on a bit of paper (“Precious” my ass!Gentlemen should remember that name). By the time 18 hours had passed after the attack she and the boyfriend/ringleader were assisting the police with their enquiries. Now that 24 hrs has passed the rest of the gang are also in his president’s pleasure house, and I await the latest news tomorrow. The family want justice (unlike some crime victims who just want to return home and do not wish to give evidence), rightfully infuriated at the ruination of their previously wonderful wedding/honeymoon. It looks like they will get justice and most of their things returned, we hope. One officer chuckled tonight when I asked him if the suspects will confess: “we always make them talk if they did it”. (Don’t tell Michael Mansfield QC).
Meanwhile I made a few calls this morning to see what could be done to salvage anything of the family’s holiday. The Secretary of Tourism, Neil Wilson, was informed of this rare and ferocious group attack and dispatched an envoy at once to meet me to see what could be done. Within an hour the family (and other wedding guests totalling 11 in all) were booked into the Hilton Hotel this evening with an all singing and dancing champagne dinner provided by the government. They are to enjoy a free all island tour too later this week, hopefully by Harris Macdonald, who could make a corpse smile.
That to me was the most moving thing of all. And there was even an offer to assist with media publicity of the family’s desired reward offer for the return of the rings etc (so, the THA was not merely hoping to brush things under the carpet). The police too have been marvellous – in all my years of UK law enforcement I seldom witnessed such embarrassment at the behaviour of fellow nationals to foreigners, and fiery determination to catch the evil perpetrators of this crime.
Impressive too was the THA’s tourist crime liaison officer, Joan, who acted so fast to ease the situation and who works closely between victims and the police – including assistance with airline when tickets need changing for witness evidence etc.
Clearly, writing this report will have a detrimental effect on my ability to attract visitors to Carlyn Lodge, despite numerous happy/uneventful previous rentals, my new security contract and plan to get Sausage a “big brother” (can any dog lovers recommend a breed that is large and protective but won’t eat babies or guests?) but I couldn’t fail to pass on the overriding moral of this story, as reiterated by the police: although crime against tourists on Tobago is still rare and violent crime even more so (and the proof is the incredible reaction to this event by the authorities) one should never invite a person of either sex who you barely know back to your guest accommodation! The kind of Trinbagonians who would be willing to accompany you are unlikely to be one of the honest, shy but dignified majority, but are highly likely to be after the contents of your wallet/purse alone.
All the best