Sorry being busy, will do soon.
How do you start a story that does not end good, telling the truth nothing but the truth
20th April 1984, I wanted to get out of the house, I was living with my parents my mum and dad at the time in Glebe, I walk to the corner pub ,Glebe Point Road and Bridge Road the ancient Britain Hotel ,that it was known at the time, i sat in small room with small around table, drinking a schooner of beer, on top of the table was a newspaper daily telegraph,how do I know this was the date the 20th April, I was skimming the pages of the paper not really interested in reading any article or story, one of the pages , there was a story on Adolf Hitler it was his birthday as stated I wasn't really interested in the story of Hitler, then a man and woman came into from the door he looked at me and said do you know me I said no ,I lied to him,I said who are you, he said he was a policeman.
I have seen this man many times at the new town Leagues Club as he worked there, I also saw him as a driver of the van that night Lynette Dawson disappeared, on the 8th of January 1982 8.30 9pm, 2 weeks before Lynette Dawson disappeared two barman a lady and older man both elderly pointed out to me that he was a policeman and he worked at the club, about a week after Lynette disappearance,which I did not know she was missing the same man was seeing outside my block of Flats looking at the windows balcony I saw him.
Now back to the story where the man asked did I know him, I said no , i lied ....Twitch I said who are you ,he said I'm a policeman then he said come on we'll buy some beers the woman that was with him was a younger woman he was much older, we walked to the main bar she was sitting just opposite me on a stool he grabbed a stools for me and then went to get some beers the young lady kept on putting her hand over her mouth at the start, he introduced her as Monica but did not say his name ,after buying two Schooners and talking about me, I got scared and frightened and tried to work of ways of getting out of this situation,by going to the toilet and running, I made an excuse that and my way to the toilet and left the room, I knew what I was going to do and leave ,I left the toilet I made my way to the room with the pool tables , the young lady was sitting on a stool against the wall she was wearing a black dress , we both looked at each other she smiled the policeman was no longer there I looked at her and got really scared and I left very quickly. I never saw her again after that night ,New South Wales police know this story, New South Wales police do not know this, a week or so later her picture was in the paper that she was missing from Darlinghurst hospital woman's hospital ,I saw the photos and I recognized Monica i don't know why I did this ,I drove to Darlinghurst Women's Hospital and looked around. Why maybe because I knew that this was not the last place she was on the 20th of April 1984 maybe I thought I could solve a crime, but she was with the policeman ,and now she's disappeared .....maybe it's better to keep quiet since he knows me.
Israeli intelligence Mossad,uses pretty girls that they call Honey pots to lure a target away so they can be kidnapped or Murdered this has happened to me twice.
if her evidence matched yours - I wonder if that would have made a difference. 
