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When Anthea Bradshaw was married in April 1994, she had the world at her feet. She'd started her dream career as a teacher of young children and was excited about having kids of her own. But three months after exchanging vows with her high school sweetheart, Jeff Hall, in Adelaide, South Australia, her hopes and dreams were shattered in one unexplained moment. In the country of Brunei, on the northern Coast of the island of Borneo, where Jeff was working at an exclusive medical center, Anthea was brutally killed. A postmortem found she'd been strangled, stabbed, and then left on the floor of an apartment in a pool of blood. Married in April, murdered in July, 5,000 kilometers from home.

There was screaming, loud voices, sounds like people crying. I remember thinking, it's one thing watching murders on the telly, but when it happens on your doorstep to someone you saw alive just a few hours before, there are just no words I can use to describe that feeling that came over me.

And he said that Annie had been killed. I don't know what you say from there, other than it was an absolute shock.

Welcome to episode 2 of Just Married: The Anthea Bradshaw mystery. I'm Ben Avery. I'm an i-News journalist investigating the brutal killing of Anthea Bradshaw. I'm asking why in a tiny Islamic nation where murder is punishable by death, a friendly, likable young school teacher became a rare victim of homicide. What could possibly have gone so wrong in her nine days in the country? A place where she knew no one except Jeff Hall, her newly wed husband. In this episode, I read trace Jeff and Anthea's movements in that small pocket of Southeast Asia. You'll hear about Anthea's final days from the people who were there, four of Jeff's Medical Center colleagues who became important police witnesses and who've never told their stories publicly until now. Okay, Narendjula, are you good to go?

Yes, I think I am.

Thank you for doing this. If you could just start by introducing yourself.

I'm Narendjula Hilliard, and I believe I was the last person to see Anthea alive when I was working in Brunei.

If you could start by telling us how you came to work in Brunei.

Well, I'd been working in Singapore, and my contract had just ended. I was job hunting when I came across the Brunei job ad in the newspapers, and it looked great. Flights and shipping all paid for, fully furnished, private apartment, sounded too good to be true. So I called up my cousin who lived in Brunei and said, Have you heard of this place called Gerardong Park Sports Medicine Center? And I still remember her reaction. She exclaimed very loudly and said, My girl, you'd be working in the midst of royalty. So, well, that sealed the deal for me. I applied for it, had a phone interview, and the next week I It was flown over there.

It was called the Gerardon Park Sports Medicine Center at that time. Is that right?

Yes. At the time, it was called that. There were plans for expansion. Over the next couple of years, while I was there, it became a fully functional 100-bed hospital.

Just tell us what that place was. It was a unique facility, wasn't it? In terms of who could access the care there and who couldn't?

Yes, absolutely. The Gerardon Park area itself, for starters, was very different from the rest of the city, quite a special area. The hospital itself, although it was called a medical center, it was actually more a five-star hotel version of a hospital. It had a massive gym, swimming pool, spa, glamorous suites with ocean views. It was exclusive at the time to the Brunei and Royal family and their VIPs who came to visit, although it's different now. Because of all that, there was an air of mystery around it, and there was nothing ordinary about It was quite a unique experience. In terms of working there, it's really hard to describe it to anyone who wasn't there at the time. But if I was to use one phrase, I would say it was out of this world.

What about it made it out of this world?

Well, it was, for start, as the location itself, it was not visible to the main road. It was tucked away. You had gorkas at the gates, and you had to drive through a long winding path to actually get into it. The The locals were in a bit of awe because they had heard of the existence of this place, but they couldn't access it, they couldn't enter it. There was this whole atmosphere surrounding it. I remember when you'd go around to the shops or something, and the minute you said, I'm working at this place, they were full of questions. They wanted to know all about it. It was just this fascinating thing that existed that was beyond their access.

You had the medical center, but then you also had the apartment complex where the workers would live. Can you tell me about how far away they were from each other? I guess that unique living arrangement in that you had your colleagues that you would spend time with at the medical center, and then you would all be crammed into one, not crammed in, it was big, I think, but you were all in the one spot together when you went home as well.

Yeah. The apartment complex itself was only a short drive, probably three to four in its drive from the actual medical center. It was quite a large complex. We had single-unit apartments, and there were also some larger family units for the married couples. I lived in a single apartment in a block called F at the So all the apartments were set up and furnished identically. So down to the same sets of cutlery and crockery, everything was the same. And it was quite secure at the time. I remember there was a boom gate and security guards posted the main entrance, and the main entry to each apartment block had a keypad, and it had a unique numeric code that you had to enter to get in. So we had a shared laundry, stairs ran up the middle of the building, four apartments on each floor, and the front door to each apartment had a spy hole. Each apartment had a balcony, and my balcony faced the front of the complex. It was my first experience living alone on my own. I'd always lived with family, but at the time, I felt completely safe knowing I was surrounded by the people I worked with.

In a way, we were an exclusive community because of the Royal family connection, all the staff were recruited from overseas. So we worked with the same people, we socialized with the same people. So we were a close-knet community in ourselves.

Narendra, some key points there in the context of what we're talking about on the podcast, and that is that there was a keypad to get into the apartment building, and anyone without that code would not have got in, presumably. It was heavily secure. There was a security guard at the entrance to where you drive in. And it was close to where the medical center was? Yes. You felt completely safe, not just because you had people around you, but it's my understanding that the crime rates in Brunei at the time were incredibly by global standards.

That's correct. Brunei itself was a very quiet and peaceful place, and the locals were peace-loving people, too. A murder was something, yeah, really, I would say, very rare, yeah, over there.

Had you ever heard of another murder happening in Brunei?

No.

Okay, so you arrived in what year?

1994.

What Which month?

It was actually, funnily enough, today is March the 14th, and today was the day 30 years ago when I actually landed in Brunei.

There you go. That's interesting. Thirty years ago today, you arrived in Brunei. Let's go straight now to then a short time later. Would have been a very short time later, a matter of weeks. A man named Jeff Hall arrives to work there. Do you remember meeting him and what do you recall about him?

Well, he was introduced to me along with the when he first started work. He also happened to be housed in my apartment block. I lived in Block F on the second floor, and Jeff's apartment was directly above me on the third floor. And as for Jeff himself, He seemed pleasant enough, but I don't recall having an actual conversation with him. It was more a case of exchanging hellos at work or saying hello when we passed each other in the apartment complex. That was pretty much it.

A short time after he arrived, his newly wife arrived, Anthea Bradshaw. Do you recall meeting her?

Yes, I did. I met her when he brought her to work and introduced her to staff. Again, because they were in the apartment block, our parts would cross and we just say hello and a nod, and that was it very much. I thought she was a nice person, and she actually looked quite happy and excited to be there.

Her plan was to stay there eventually.

That's what we heard, yes, that she was thinking that she would find a job and then return. She was supposed to be there for two weeks, and we were told that she would come back to work there to join Jeff.

Jeff Hall was employed at Jeridong Park Sports Medicine Center as a radiographer. His job was to take X-rays and other medical images to help doctors diagnose diseases and injuries. I spent weeks trying to track down his managers. Some I simply couldn't find, others didn't return my calls and messages. But eventually, I had a breakthrough. Váháis Paulos, who was Jeff's superior in the MRI Department of the Center, responded to a message I sent to him on WhatsApp. These days, Váhguis is an executive in Oman on the Arabian Peninsula. He's busy, but he agrees to an interview. I arrange a video call for that evening. All right. So, Vargas, thank you for agreeing to chat to me. Yes, please. As I say, we'll just record an interview with you regarding what happened in 1994, 30 years ago now. But if you look back, do you remember, firstly, Jeff Hall arriving in Brune on?

Yes.

What do you remember about Jeff?

Well, Jeff is a very pleasant looking person who is a very friendly person. One time, he told me that he's an adopted son of his parents. He has connections and friends in Indonesia. When Indonesian patients comes, I notice he speak a little bit Malay. I was happy that one of the foreigner who speak local language and it is helping our patient. I was very close with him because I was the Chief of the department and he worked directly under me. I did help him, and he did help us in managing CT scan and X-ray. He was an all-rounder.

That shows that you've got a good memory because he is adopted, I'm told. He is an adopted child, and he had spent time in Indonesia. Those two things are correct, what you've said. What about Anthea, his partner. She arrived a little while after he arrived, and she was going to stay with him for a short period and try to find work as a teacher before then going back to Australia, packing up her things, and then moving back to Brunei. Do you remember meeting Anthea Bradshaw at all?

Yes. She arrived in Brunei, if I am not mistaken, a week after or a month after. I don't remember. But what I remember, there is something very peculiar. On the day when she arrived in the clinic, Jeff Hall requested me, Can I do an ultrasound on her? She did. But Jeff is not an ultrasound technician. Jeff cannot do an ultrasound. So I said, Well, it's not an issue, but just the record purpose, just make sure he enter proper name and everything and do it.

Why do you think that Jeff, when Anthea arrived, wanted to give her an ultrasound?

Well, I have no clue about it. I asked him. He did not mention it, no.

Vagis says he liked Anthea, and he was keen to help her find a job in Brunei so that she could eventually return and live with Jeff permanently.

I guided both of them to approach International School of Brunei. If I am not mistaken, I I was given a telephone number of one of the coordinator of the school and through that, because that time they were looking for Australian English native speaking people.

Anthea would spend time meeting with schools during her visit. She'd also go out jogging with Jeff, and she socialized with his new workmates.

My name is Lindy, and I had dinner with Annie, Jeff, and a work colleague the night before Annie was murdered.

For For privacy reasons, Lindy has asked me not to share her surname, but from the moment she learned I was doing this podcast, she was eager to help and agreed to record an interview. In 1994, Lindy was a Medical Secretary at the Gerardong Park Sports Medicine Center. Prior to Anthea's arrival, she'd struck up a friendship with Jeff.

The friendship, I believe, started because we were both from Adelaide. I've certainly noted in my diary that the 22nd of June, I put a note in my diary saying, Jeffrey has arrived from Mount Barker, and he seems very pleasant. And as it turned out, and I believe it was sheer chance, we were on the same floor of the flats when we moved in next to each other.

You were both from Adelaide. You were directly next door, so he was your neighbor. But also, it sounds like you smoked cigarettes together as well.

Sorry. Yes, we did. Sorry, I had forgotten that. We were both smokers. I think probably when we were out having a cigarette at the flats or elsewhere, yes, we would have been chatting over a cigarette.

As you say, you found him quite pleasant.

I did. I found him A very pleasant, well-mannered young man. Yes, I thought he was a very nice man.

You showed me letters that you sent back home at the time, and you said that a lot of the nurses, a lot of the female nurses, took a bit of a liking to Jeff.

Absolutely. He was not an unattractive young man. He was tall, well-spoken, and there were a lot of young nurses. And yes, if you would ask me at the time, I would have thought that Jeff was a popular man amongst the nurses.

Did he give them attention back?

I've thought about this many times, and I don't believe that he did. I believe it was one-sided. I never saw Jeff, can I say, flirt. I saw him happy and getting on very well with various women, nurses, admin staff, like myself or whoever. But no, I did not see him make advances towards any women.

Looking back, Lindy does recall one unusual moment with Jeff. You might remember from the first episode that Jeff had expressed concerns to Anthea about phone tapping in Brunei. Well, according to Lindy, that paranoia, if indeed it was only paranoia, extended to a belief or a fear that people were listening to him inside his apartment.

Jeff, when he would come in in my flat, would say that we should have a cigarette, or maybe a drink or a coffee, but certainly a cigarette, out on the balcony because he thought that the apartments were bugged. They have had what's called, I think, concealed lighting, where the bulb is in the roof, and he believed that there might have been bugs behind there. When the federal police asked me if I thought that was unusual, quite honestly, I didn't. It was a royal facility. I would have assumed the security would have been very tight. There were also visitors from around the world who played polo, who were very important people. Whilst now it seems, sitting in Adelaide, it seems Well, sitting in Adelaide, it seems far-fetched. There, it just didn't seem that way to me. Also, I thought, if one wasn't doing anything wrong, okay, so we're here. They could listen to the intrusive for sure. No, I did not think it was unusual. Also shortly after, and I can't tell you how long, a week, two weeks, but certainly before Annie arrived, absolutely no question of that. If I made a guess, it would be halfway between or something between us going into the flat and Andy arriving.

Jeff asked me to hold his legs while he got... We were on a third floor apartment, fourth floor? Third, I think. Okay, thank you. On the railing, stair railing, while he got into the manhole with at least neck level, probably more chest level, to look for bugs. What's the other word for when someone's listening devices? I was holding his feet. And again, now it seems to have much more relevance than it seemed to have to me then. Not only that, when I was interviewed after Annie was murdered by the Brunei police, I didn't mention it. I genuinely didn't... If I would have remembered it, I just didn't think much about it. There were two Asian staff members who were on the same floor as us, and quite rightly told the Bruneite police, well, she was holding her legs. His legs? His legs, sorry. He said, Am I looking up inside in the roof. I told him exactly what I've just said, basically. He was frightened. That's interesting. I'm using the word frightened, but yes, he was frightened of listening devices. And that's what he told me he was looking for in the ceiling.

Do you have any idea why he was frightened of listening devices?

No, and I wish I did. No, I can only say, No, I don't. No.

In only a few weeks in Brunei, Anthea Bradshaw's husband, Jeff, had become friends with a number of colleagues at the Gerardong Park Sports Medicine Center, where he was employed as a radiographer. One of them was Lindy, a medical secretary who was also living in the apartment next door to his, and happened to be from his home city of Adelaide, South Australia. Jeff's wife, Annie, arrives in July of 1994. What do you remember from that time?

The most I remember about Annie was that she was immediate. I'm sorry, you can still... It stays raw. Sorry. It stays raw. She was immediately likable. She laughed a lot. She smile a lot. She's young, happy, intelligent. I wrote in a letter home a couple of days after her murder that it was as if she'd come, and I'd never met her family, but from a loving family. She had the confidence, not arrogance, confidence that comes from knowing that one's loved. I met her the night before we went out to dinner. Annie and Jeff came in to help me fix, set up my video. We had arranged to have dinner the next night. I really met her those two times before she was murdered.

So she was murdered on the 21st. You went up to dinner on the 20th, and that means that you first met her on the 19th? Yes. When she came to help you fix your VCR.

In my VCR. However, she had been in Brunei prior to that. I don't know when Annie arrived. I knew she was arriving. I thought Jeff was excited, but I don't know exactly when she arrived, even though she was obviously staying right next door to me. But I've checked it. I don't have a notation in my diary about seeing her before they came in to fix my video.

Then so on the 20th, the day before the murder, you say in your witness statement here that it was around 6:20 PM, you get together with Jeff, Annie, and a friend for drinks. If you can just talk me through that.

I only just have My memories of the specifics of that aren't fabulous, but certainly the drinks were in my place. It was not illegal for non-Muslim people to drink in Brunei, but it was illegal for Islamic people to drink in the open in Brunei. Most of us had what was usually fairly cheap wine or beer, and it was quite normal to have people in for drinks before dinner.

The other friend with Anthea, Lindy and Jeff this night is a woman named Xanada C. Victoria, or Xennie for short. Xennie was a Medical Secretary at the Gerardong Park Sports Medicine Center. Lindy says after having those drinks, the four of them, that's Lindy, Jeff, Anthea, and Xennie, went to dinner at a local Indian restaurant. So the mood at dinner?

Absolutely fine. Again, I noted in my diary, and I keep saying diary, it's only because I've only just read it, that they seemed happy and contented. If you'd ask me the next morning, I would have said that they were well suited, happy. Either the Bruno police or the federal police asked me if there had been any arguing, and I said not even snied remarks at each other. Nothing. They just seemed contented and happy. The only slight twinge, whatever, was when we were driving home, it's expected in Brunei that if there are black cars and motorbikes, you get off the road. You don't just move to you go off the road and let it pass. It happened, Annie was driving. Jeff said to Annie, You have to get off the road. She said, Why? It's quite normal because we're not used to doing that thing. He said, You really... Again, it wasn't angry or out of the He was just stressing to her that that was necessary, that she must pull the car right over the road until this motorcade passed.

Was that a tense moment, would you say? No.

It was more funny than anything else because funny in that Annie, like all the rest of us when we first arrived, particularly Australians, I think, No, we're not going to get off the road. We can swerve. If it was an ambulance, you would. But in this case, you know it's VIPs, or in the case of Brune IV, VIPs. Or in the case of Bruno IVVPs, and you are really expected to completely get out of the way.

Lindy says it was a good night. Everyone went home safely, and the following day, Thursday, July 21, 1994, started like any other.

I would have got in my car, gone to Duradon, gone to the medical center. There was also a bus transport if we needed it that came to pick everybody up. Worked in the middle of the medical center. There were not a lot of us at that time. We were considered first 50. We generally saw each other round and about this very grand and very beautiful medical center. I then, at lunchtime, went to the closest shopping center to buy some chocolates for my mother and a carton of cigarettes for my father that Annie was going to bring back to Adelaide because she was on her way back to Murray Bridge, where she was teaching. My parents lived at the top of Crossroad, so she was very kindly going to pop the bin for me. Half my lunch hour, part of my lunch hour, was spent in there in the supermarket, came home, had some lunch, went back to work.

Narendra Hilliard, who you heard from at the start of this episode, also worked at the medical center that day. Her version of events would become crucial to the investigation into Anthea Bradshaw's murder.

It started off as a normal workday. For those of us who didn't drive or have a car at the time, they provided a minivan shuttle service that would take us to and from work. It also brought us home during lunch hour, which was usually one hour. On that particular day, I took the minivan home for lunch, and when I was finished, I came downstairs. As I opened the main entry to exit my block, I saw a man outside to the right of the front door. I remember thinking it was odd that he was just standing there, but at the time, it really didn't bother me. I walked over to the minivan, which is parked inside the front entrance of the complex. I got in and sat down waiting for a few others to turn up before we could drive off.

Did you look over to the stranger again?

Yes. As a matter of fact, after I got seated, I looked and he disappeared. I don't know. I was thinking, That's quick. Where could he have gone? Because it would have taken me of one minute to walk up and get in. But then I assumed that maybe he was there. Maybe he had tailgated someone who exited the building and snuck in. I really don't know. It's speculation. Can't say for sure. But he wasn't there when I was seated, so I have no idea. To be honest, when someone else leaves and they don't really close the door behind them, someone could push the door and go in, as you know, with apartment blocks. So maybe that happened, and he got in. I don't know.

Because there are a number of people who, like you, were heading back from their lunch break.

Exactly. People might have been rushing to get to the van and just not look back to see if someone was getting in. That could have happened.

What can you remember of that man who you hadn't seen there before?

I know I had never seen him before. He looked like he could have been Vietnamese or Thai. He gave me a quick, side, long glance as I passed by him, but I didn't get a close look because he had a cap that was pulled pulled right down over his forehead and it covered most of his face. I remember he was slim, not very tall. From his appearance, I remember assuming he was a laborer of some sort, perhaps brought in to fix something. I remember he just stood there as if he was waiting for someone. That's pretty much all I remember about him. Nothing special.

When you say he had his hat pulled down over his face, do you think it looked as though it was enough that he was doing that deliberately to disguise who he was?

Actually, it could be because it wasn't... Normally, you put on a hat and it just hovers at the top of your forehead. But the way his cat was, it was actually almost purposely pulled down, so you couldn't even see his eyes. It was actually right down. So it could have been.

Then you make another sighting while you're sitting in the bus. Yeah.

I had a window seat and I happened to look and I saw Anthea on the balcony of Jeff's apartment. I recognized the balcony definitely because, like I said, it was the apartment directly above mine and the balcony faced the front of the complex. I remember seeing her and I remember thinking, Oh, she's going to leave the next day because that's what we'd been told. That was it. Little did I know that that was the last time anyone would see her alive.

Now, we will detail Jeff Hall's full version of events in the next episode of the podcast, but it's important to note that he says he was at work between 12:00 noon and 05:00 PM. According to Nour Angela's original statement to Brunei police, this sighting of Anthea on the balcony happened around 1:50 PM. So while Jeff says he was at the medical center. Only minutes after this, another woman who lived in the apartment complex says she heard a commotion. This woman is Caroline Chilkot, at the time, a 27-year-old English nurse who also worked at the medical center. From her home in the UK, she has described to me over the phone exactly what she heard that afternoon but didn't wish to be recorded for the podcast. Instead, here is a reading of her witness statement as given to Brunei police.

Just before 2:00 PM, when I was in my apartment, I heard a click sound, just like the door being opened or closed. I was in the bathroom at the time. I came out and saw nobody was outside. About 10 minutes after that, I heard somebody screaming very loud. I can't remember clearly, but it just sounded like a man and woman having a domestic fight. I heard things being smashed and furniture being moved. I did look through my peep hole, but I couldn't see anything. About five minutes after these things going on, my friend Claire Foster called me up. I told her that somebody upstairs had a really big fight and I could hear screaming and things being smashed. She told me to go and have a look. Then I looked through the peep hole again and saw nothing. During this time, I was speaking to my friend Claire, the noise stopped. I think the noise had gone on for about seven minutes. Then I again look at the peep hole and saw nothing. A few minutes after the noise upstairs stopped, I heard what I think were very light footsteps running down the stairs, but I was still talking with my friend Claire.

I didn't hear the main door of the flat shut up. After talking to Claire through the phone, I went down the flat at the main entrance, then I saw nothing, no cars moving, nobody.

Okay, so A stranger is spotted outside the apartments at 1:50 PM. Anthea Bradshaw is apparently seen on the balcony around the same time. Then from 2:10 PM for a period of around seven minutes, there are sounds of a dispute between a man and a woman and furniture being moved before someone is heard running down the stairs and out of the complex. Now, we fast forward almost 3 hours to 05:00 PM. Jeff Hall is standing outside Jeridong Park Sports Medicine Center, telling his workmates that Anthea is coming to pick him up so they can have dinner. Anthea would never arrive. It's 05:00 PM at Brunei's exclusive Jeridong Park Sports Medicine Center, and staff are either leaving for the day or heading out on a dinner break. One by one, they're punching their time cards. Among them is Vagis Paolos, the head of the MRI Department, Jeff Hall's direct manager.

All the staff started leaving. And that time, the punching was not automatic. It is a manual punching. So everybody was lining up. And normally, you get some privilege as the head of the department. When I went, people just give me the way. So I punched and came out. I was in the car, me and my wife, and I was driving along the way. Suddenly, I noticed Jeff is waiting because he's He's a little bit muscular and very thin body, not very fat, but a very tough body. Very tough body. He was standing like this in the street, just maybe 5 meter away from the main hospital building. I stalk my car and ask, Jeff, do you want me to drop you? Because I know he's waiting for his wife. He said, No, she's coming. Even my wife come out from the car. My wife, normally in Indian culture, if my friend is a male, she give respect, so let him sit in the friend and she will sit in the back. Then he said, No, no, no, Virgie. No, no, she's coming. My wife is coming. So that's it. Actually, in fact, I was not staying in the apartment area.

I was staying somewhere else. But just car behind me, Mr. Anthony Amr The Raj, he is no more. Rest in peace. I remember he stopped and ask him that, Can I drop you? Because they are going into the same place, same opposite building. But he refused to take the lift from them. He waited for her to It's gone.

Several employees of the medical center reported seeing Jeff standing there at or just after 5:00 PM. One of them was his friend and neighbor, Lindy.

When I was leaving with a colleague at the end of the day, with everyone else, other than the shift workers, leaving the medical center. In my car, Jeff did wave me over, put his head in the car and asked me for a light, a cigarette light, and said that Annie was late. I can only say there was something about his demeanor that was different. If that seems like this is a convenient recollection, it wasn't. It was just... I can't even find the right words. I don't think nervous is necessarily the right word. Agitated is closer. If I was going to put it down to anything, I would put it down to the fact that he said Annie was late. But she couldn't have been that late because we were just going. We were just leaving. So end of the day for us, but not That late.

So if she'd been late, it was probably five minutes max at that point.

That's an estimate. But yes, it certainly was not a long time because we were all leaving. The way Me that Jeff was at that time is something that stayed with me, and I wish I could define it better. I tried to tell the federal police about it, and it just sounds as if I'm saying something that's convenient afterwards, and I don't mean it to be that way. I didn't find him in that short time the same as I had known him at other times, and I think that's the best I can say, but it was fleeting, it was quick, and that's all.

Lindy says she didn't go straight home. Instead, she and her friends Annie went shopping in Bruneye CPD. Narendra Hilliard, however, went straight back to the apartment complex. And around 5:30 PM, she heard the chilling moment that Jeff Hall would eventually open the door of his apartment.

I came home in the minivan as usual, and everything seemed perfectly normal when I got home. There was nothing strange unusual happening. So I came to my apartment, I showered. And then when I got out of the shower and started dressing, that's when I heard a huge commotion outside my front door. And there was screaming, loud voices, sounds like people crying. And I looked through my spy hole and it looked like chaos outside, just people milling around. Nothing like that had ever happened before, and I couldn't understand what was going on. So I quickly got dressed, opened the door, and there were so many people on the Some of them were crying. Then one of them told me that Anthea had been brutally murdered in her apartment. I just couldn't believe it. It was horrifying. I remember thinking, it's one thing watching murders on the telly, but when it happens on your doorstep to someone you saw alive just a few hours before, there are just no words I can use to describe that feeling that came over me. I remember I was crying. At the same time, part of me felt completely emotionless. I was shock.

It just seemed unreal.

Lindy says she returned to the flats almost 2 hours later, 07:15 PM.

It was very unusual in it. There are several blocks of flats, and there were lights on everywhere around the house and people everywhere, which is normally they were very quiet, and it was just people and lights and noise. And one of the drivers, an Australian man, He came over to the car, my car, I was driving, he didn't drive, and said, I think I said, and he said, Probably me, What's happened? Certainly something had happened because of all the people in the lights. And he said, Now, I'm not sure if he said Annie's been murdered or Annie's dead, but he certainly said that Annie had been killed. And I don't know what you say from there, other than it was an absolute shock for Zane and I. And we got out, joined the rest of the crowd of people, because at that stage, Annie's body was still...

I'm sorry.

Annie's body was still upstairs. And then the body was brought down. And we were eventually lulled back into our apartments.

In episode three of Just Married: The Anthea Bradshaw mystery, the grieving husband's version of events. I have Jeff Hall's original handwritten statement, and I'll tell you what he told Brunei police.

He was just crying his head out and saying he was innocent and he had nothing to do with it.

I got offended by people who suggested it might be him. If you have any information about the Anthea Bradshaw case, you can contact me and the team behind this investigation anytime through our secure email, justmarriedpodcast@protonmail. Com. That's justmarriedpodcast@protonmail. Com. Just Married: The Anthea Bradshaw mystery is researched, written, and hosted by me, Ben Avery. The executive producer is Del Fordem. Senior producer is Hannah Sterling with sound design by the nine podcast team.