– A witness has told police he saw a suspicious man “casing” the home of slain mother Kylie Blackwood hours before her twin daughters found her dead.
The witness – a tradesman working nearby – later said he saw the same man running down the street with “something like a parcel” under his arm.
A neighbour has also told detectives she heard screams come from the family home.
Mrs Blackwood’s 11-year-old twins found her on the lounge when returning to their Mccaffery Rise home in Pakenham after school on Thursday.
Neighbour Hanadi Fahd wiped away tears as she told the Herald Sun of how the terrified girls ran into her home screaming “mummy is bleeding”.
“The girls are very good friends with my children,” she said. “They had just come home from school.
“I ran over there and when I went inside I saw her just sitting there on the lounge like she was watching TV.
“I stayed with her and kept rubbing her leg and telling her she’d be alright and that the ambulance was on its way. But there was so much blood. She was already gone.”
Ms Fahd, 41, said paramedics arrived about 4pm. Mrs Blackwood had suffered horrific injuries to her hands, face and torso, believed to be from a knife.
Family friend Jamie Ryder, who lives three houses away, said the usually quiet suburban street would never be the same.
A tradesman working at Mr Ryder’s house could hold the key to police finding Mrs Blackwood’s killer.
He was having lunch in his car parked at the top of Mccaffery Rise when he saw a man acting suspiciously on the street about 11:30am.
The tradie returned to work, but then recalled to police how he noticed Mrs Blackwood’s black SUV return home soon after.
She reportedly opened the garage door and parked the car inside, before going to a wheelie bin in the driveway, and going inside.
The next glance down the street from the young tradesman saw the suspicious man “high tailing it out of the court” and turning left onto Balmoral Way, towards Eagle Drive.
He said the man appeared to be carrying something under his arm.
Another neighbour told police she heard screams shortly after 10am.
Cardinia Shire councillor Kate Lempriere said the Blackwood family had been Pakenham community linchpins for generations.
Cr Lempriere, whose family has a legal firm next door to the Blackwood’s real estate agency, said the tragedy had shocked the area.
The former mayor said Mrs Blackwood was well-liked and respected.
As neighbours and friends left flowers on the Blackwood’s family’s doorstep yesterday, five homicide squad detectives scoured the area, doorknocking homes in hope of finding crucial information that could help lead them to her killer.
Police said on Friday they had found nothing in Mrs Blackwood’s background that offered any motive for the murder.
Mrs Blackwood’s husband, Peter, and their children were last night staying with family – Rebekah Cavanagh & Mark Buttler

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