MURDER in the SUBURBS
By day, she seemed just another ordinary housewife, mother and wife living cheek-by-jowl with the neighbours in a rundown row of terraces in Sydney’s working-class inner west.
She looked like the perfect mum to her two children, and appeared to ignore the gossip that her husband, a known gambler and drinker, was secretly seeing other women. But in the evenings, when Yvonne Butler handed Desmond his favourite beef tea, Bonox, to keep up his health, she had exactly the opposite in mind.
For she was heavily lacing the drink with deadly rat poison and was actually killing her childhood sweetheart with kindness.
Their friends, family and neighbours in the tight-knit street where most had lived for over a decade were mystified about Desmond’s constant illnesses and his deteriorating mental health. Yvonne wrung her hands in despair. No one had a clue what could be going so wrong. So terribly, horribly wrong.
Years later,
