CRIMS HUNT KILLER – Friday August 9 2013

– Criminals disgusted by the murder of a mother in her own home have contacted police about the sickening crime, as her husband paid tribute to a “beautiful” and “devoted” woman.
Mother of three Kylie Blackwood was murdered in her Pakenham home last week while her children were at school.
Homicide Squad Detective Inspector John Potter revealed Crime Stoppers had received more than 100 phone calls about the murder of Mrs Blackwood, including outraged law-breakers.
Detective Inspector Potter previously revealed police were looking for a hooded man seen outside Mrs Blackwood’s Mccaffery Rise home as she returned home from shopping.
One theory is that the murder was a burglary gone wrong, but hit remains unclear whether police have been able to to determine whether anything was stolen.
“We’ve had a lot of assistance from people who live various lifestyles, who think they might be able to help with individuals, and we encourage that type of caller to ring again,” Detective Inspector Potter said.
Asked if some of the calls were from outraged criminals, he replied: “Yes, we have, and they are. The sentiment expressed is ‘this is not right’ and ‘we, the police, need to catch this guy’.”
He added: “We’re looking at the possibility that this is a burglary gone wrong and if it is, and there are people who know about those things in the area, they need to contact us and tell us a bit more about what they know.
“We’ve had some calls, we’ve spoken to some people that we think can help, but at this stage we haven’t been able to identify our suspect.
“We would certainly offer whatever it takes for people to come forward if they think it can help us, whatever it takes, including protection, anonymity, whatever it takes,” Detective Inspector Potter said.
But he vowed the killer would be caught.
“We are reviewing CCTV in neighbouring suburbs and neighbouring streets, but at the moment we have not been able to identify who that person is. But we again appeal, if anyone can help us, to ring Crime Stoppers.”
Revelations that even the criminal underworld is outraged at the murder come as Ms Blackwood’s husband described her as a beautiful and devoted mum.
Real estate agent Peter Blackwood yesterday left a touching tribute to his 42-year-old wife in the Herald Sun.
“To my beautiful darling wife and best friend.
“My love, you have been taken so tragically from us.
“Thank you for always being the the most devoted, loving mother to our three wonderful children. Our lives will never be the same again,” he wrote on behalf of his family.
Mrs Blackwood will be farewelled at St Patrick’s Church in Pakenham on Monday at 10:30am. A private cremation will follow – Jon Kaila & Wayne Flower


About Jumpin' Jack Cash

Deep connections are the most important aspect of my existence. I don’t care if people don’t know what they want. I love books. I’m cynical of love stories, although I’m romantic. I adore gardens. I like women who challenge me. I love the rain as an excuse to stay inside and dream. I'm furiously impatient. If I ask you a question best to tell me the truth as I'm likely to already know the answer. I'm a carnivore. I continuously underestimate the magic of fresh flowers in my home. I love warm rain in the summer. My mood elevates to epic proportions when the sun shines. Tell me not to do something and I'll do it twice and take photos. Running is my antidepressant. I loathe lies. I rarely forgive a lie. Loyalty and honesty are my most noble virtues, and I value them more than anything in other people. I love to love, and am able to fall in love very quickly, although it's only ever happened once. I understood myself and fixed myself only after destroying myself. My greatest excitement comes from deliberately getting lost in foreign cities. I can be extremely loud and frighteningly silent. I hate insinuations. I love storms. Justice for all. I'm a proud man, but welcome the influence of the feminine soul. I have two sisters. I’m a dreamer. I’m a deep thinker. Don’t deal with guilt trips or drama that well. I'm extremely stubborn and persistent. I'm brilliant at keeping secrets. I love driving. I become absolutely and completely lost while watching a burning fire. When the toast pops from the toaster I’m never ready and shit myself. I play the guitar, but require much improvement. Solitude and warmth of the sun are perfect together. I’ve been married once and now divorced. I’m a music junkie. Chocolate mousse is the shit. I curse too much. I find it difficult to make friends. I spent four years as a firefighter. I’ve run my own company since 1991. Bright lights, big cities. I’ve been an executive producer of a feature film. Some people don’t care, and that’s the biggest let-down of the human race. There are cures and solutions for many evils, but no remedy for the worst of them all - the apathy of human beings. The sound of the Italian language being spoken is as good as my favourite music. I hate corrupt cops. I relentlessly and passionately pursue anybody and anything that sets my soul on fire. I'm a dog lover, and all my dogs are considered family members. I have an obsession with photography. I have some close friends who are household names, but shall always remain anonymous. I’m crazy but not lazy. Losing a soulmate has hurt me badly. My two young sons are the nucleus of my universe. I love airports. I love freedom. If you are dishonest or disloyal, I can erase you from my life and memory immediately and permanently. I yearn to explore, dream about and discover as many friendships, deep connections and places, one possibly can in a lifetime.
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