Missing, Presumed
By Alan Bailey
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Alan Bailey
Alan Bailey is a retired member of the Garda Síoch´na where he was in charge of the Garda Cold Case Unit. He also spent 13 years working as National Coordinator for the specialist task force, Operation T.R.A.C.E which focused on some of Ireland’s most profile missing persons cases.Alan lives in Dublin with his wife and has three children and five grandchildren. Since retiring he has devoted himself to caring for the homeless and marginalised in our society and also writes a column for the Sunday World.The Grangegorman Murders is his second book. His first, Missing, Presumed (Liberties Press) was a bestseller.
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Missing, Presumed - Alan Bailey
The Vanishing Triangle
1. Body of Phyllis Murphy located at Ballinagee, Wicklow Gap, on 1 January 1980.
2. Body of Antoinette Smith located at Glendoo Woods, Kilakee, Dublin Mountains, on 3 April 1988.
3. Body of Patricia Doherty located at Feather Beds, Glassamucky, Dublin Mountains, on 21 June 1992.
4. Last sighting of Annie McCarrick, Enniskerry, Dublin, on 26 March 1993.
5. Body of Marie Kilmartin located at Barnanaghs, Portlaoise, on 10 June 1994.
6. Site of rape, Powerscourt/Enniskerry, Dublin, 30 December 1994.
7. Last sighting of Jo Jo Dollard, Moone, County Kildare, 9 November 1995.
8. Last sighting of Fiona Pender, Tullamore, County Offaly, 23 August 1996.
9. Last sighting of Ciara Breen, Dundalk, 12 February 1997.
10. Last sighting Fiona Sinnott, Broadway, Wexford, 9 February 1998.
11. Last sighting of Deirdre Jacob, Newbridge, County Kildare, 28 July 1998.
12. Body of Layla Brennan, located at Kilakee Road, Dublin Mountains, on 3 March 1999.
13. Abduction of female in Carlow town by Larry Murphy on 11 February 2000.
A Note from the Author
All names marked by asterisks have been changed, either for discretion or safety.
Introduction
Those friends and neighbours who met and greeted the young teenager, as she strolled homewards down the tree-lined road on that balmy July afternoon, could not have known that theirs would be the last verifiable sightings of her alive. Within six hours, her distraught parents would report her missing at their local Garda Station. Neither could they have imagined that, within eight hours, some of them would be hastily grouped together within search teams, combing the fields and roads near her home, desperately looking for some sign of the missing girl.
By the following morning, her disappearance was being linked, by both media and public, to other cases where females had disappeared, and had either never been seen again, or whose badly decomposed bodies had been accidently found months later. Fears were openly expressed that a serial killer was operating, either alone or with other like-minded predators, in an area of the country where instances of female disappearance had become so common that it had been dubbed the ‘Vanishing Triangle’.
This was the second disappearance of a teenager within the space of a few months. In February of that same year, a young girl had gone missing after leaving her local pub in the south-east of the country, to make the short journey to her rented home. She bid her friends goodnight as she walked out the door, and was never seen alive again.
Although these disappearances would account for just two of some six thousand missing-person reports filed with Gardai that year, the circumstances surrounding them were considered worrying enough to warrant the setting up of a specialised taskforce, to investigate both these and a number of other cases involving the disappearances of females.
The taskforce, codenamed Operation TRACE (an acronym for Tracing, Reviewing And Collating Evidence), were given – among others – six disappearances to investigate: American national Annie McCarrick, on Friday 26 March 1993; Kilkenny girl Josephine ‘Jo Jo’ Dollard, on 9 November 1995; Tullamore native Fiona Pender, last seen on 23 August 1996; Dundalk teenager Ciara Breen, last seen alive on 12 February 1997; Fiona Sinnott, a young Wexford mother, last seen alive on 8 February 1998, and Deirdre Jacob, who went missing from Newbridge in County Kildare on 28 July 1998.
*
The taskforce would eventually reopen investigations into a number of other similar cases, including instances where bodies had later been located. These included the disappearance of Phyllis Murphy, who was last seen alive as she stood at a bus stop in Newbridge, on the evening of 22 December 1979, laden down with Christmas shopping. Her naked body was located on 18 January 1980, hidden in a forest in the Wicklow Mountains.
Housewife and mother Antoinette Smith disappeared on 12 July 1987, after a night out in Dublin city. Her body was located in the Dublin Mountains on 3 April 1988. There was a plastic bag wrapped tightly around her head.
The murder of another female, whose body was located less than three weeks after that of Antoinette’s, was also under examination. On this occasion, however, the body was located outside of our jurisdiction, in a national park in North Antrim. German tourist Inga Hauser had last been seen alive getting off the ferry at Larne, on 6 April 1988.
Prison officer Patricia Doherty left home on the evening of 23 December 1991, to do some last-minute Christmas shopping. Her body was located on 21 June of the following year, by a man cutting turf in the Dublin Mountains. The body dump site that had been selected was less than a mile from where Antoinette’s body had been located some three years earlier.
There was also the case of agoraphobia sufferer Marie Kilmartin, who disappeared on a dark winter evening, in December of 1993, after inexplicably leaving her house. Her body was accidentally located in June of 1994, in bogland outside Portarlington.
Arlene Arkinson, a native of Caslederg, Northern Ireland, was last seen alive shortly after leaving a discotheque in Bundoran, County Donegal, in August 1994. What the carefree young teenager could not have known was that her escort to the dance that night was, and is, one of Ireland’s most prolific and vicious sex offenders. Her body has never been located.
The conviction of two settled travellers for the violent rape of a young sex worker on 30 December 1994 would also form part of our investigation. Though the culprits had been brought to justice and their victim, in this instance, had survived her ordeal, their crime was nevertheless considered relevant, if only because of the area where they brought their victim. Whether by accident or design, this rape occurred within walking distance of the body dump sites of both Antoinette and Patricia.
*
Shortly after TRACE began its work, the body of a young girl would be located in the Dublin Mountains, after a convicted rapist called to Rathfarnham Garda Station with his wife, and casually admitted to her rape and murder. The crime had, until then, gone unreported. Again, the body dump site selected by him was considered relevant to our enquiries.
Months later, Wicklow man Larry Murphy would be arrested for the abduction, multiple rape and attempted murder of a young woman within the area of the ‘Vanishing Triangle’. There would be no further disappearances following his arrest, a fact which led to him being linked by both media and public alike to the abduction of a number of the other missing-female cases.
Our investigations would bring us into almost daily contact with Irish society’s underworld; one occupied by rapists, paedophiles and other criminals.
A convicted serial killer, serving time in a high-security prison in Canada, would claim to have in his possession naked images of some of the missing females, taken both before and after their murder.
We would meet with and interview men who, outwardly, seemed as if they were doing everything they could to assist in the search for their loved ones. We would become aware, while talking to these same people, that they themselves had questions to answer, in relation to their involvement in the missing person’s disappearance or death.
There would be family members, lovers and friends who would all supply detailed alibis, knowing, deep down, that they were, though perhaps misguidedly, allowing someone to get away with murder.
It is now sixteen years since the establishment of Operation TRACE. The investigations into all these various cases continue. The families of the missing still spend every waking moment hoping and praying that, some day, their loved ones will be returned to them. The family of Phyllis Murphy received some closure, with the conviction of a trusted neighbour for her murder. For the rest, the wait continues.
These are their stories.
Annie McCarrick
During her inaugural address to the nation on 3 December 1990, President Elect Mary Robinson spoke of the various roles she would take on during the course of her presidency. One of her key tasks, she told the crowds gathered at Dublin Castle on that historic day, would be to reach out to the vast Irish diaspora, that is, to the descendants of those Irish who had, through economic necessity, been forced, over the years, to emigrate in search of a better life, both for themselves and for their families. She spoke of placing a lighted candle in the window of Áras an Uachtaráin, as a welcoming sign to these travellers. In those heady days, little did we realise that this welcoming light would ultimately lure one of our diaspora to her death.
Annie McCarrick’s parents, Nancy and John, were very proud of their Irish heritage. They inculcated this love of all things Irish in their only child, Annie Bridget McCarrrick, born in March of 1967. Their family weekends were filled with visits from like-minded friends and relatives, with regular trips to the Irish shows and fleadhs, that were a feature of everyday life in the Bayport area of Long Island, New York City, where the family lived. Bayport was home to thousands of descendants of Irish emigrants. A blue-collar area, many of its citizens worked for the city as policemen, fire fighters, garbage collectors and in other services. Like their neighbours, the McCarricks were practising Catholics, and attended the service at the local church every Sunday.
Annie’s first visit to Ireland came in December of 1987, when she spent a week in the country as part of a school tour. At the time, she was attending Skidmore College in New York. She fell in love with the country immediately, and on her return home announced to her parents that she wanted to return to Ireland as soon as she finished college, and take up further studies there. At just twenty years of age, Annie possessed a maturity far beyond her years. Her parents, though heartbroken at the thought of their only child leaving home, did not, at the same time, wish to stand in her way.
Between 1988 and 1990 Annie attended teacher training courses in Ireland, initially at Saint Patrick’s College in Drumcondra, and then at Saint Patrick’s in Maynooth. During her time in Drumcondra, she would meet and fall in love with Dublin man Phillip Brady. Though their romance ended amicably after a number of months, Annie and Phillip would remain friends. She was also friendly with the rest of his family, particularly with his brother, Hillary, and Hillary’s fiancé, Rita Fortune.
During her time in college, Annie – always an independent spirit – financed her studies by taking on any job that came her way. She worked for a while as a teachers’ assistant in a school in the Ballymun area of Dublin. Her work there convinced her that she was indeed cut out for the role of teacher. That summer, during school holidays, she travelled with friends to Germany to find part-time employment.
A bright, personable and friendly girl, Annie had a wide circle of friends and acquaintances. If she was swept off her feet by their quaint Irishness, they, equally, were enamoured by this pleasant girl. One friend said she was ‘like a ray of sunshine’. Far from feeling out of place in the Dublin of the nineties, she fit right in, and actually could not get enough of Irish culture and tradition. She would regularly drag her friends to the many Irish music and dance sessions in the city.
Love would once more find Annie, while she was attending Maynooth College. Her new boyfriend was Dermot Ryan, a fellow sociology student. The couple would go everywhere together. However, when she graduated in 1990 with her BA in Sociology and English Literature, Annie announced that she wished to return to New York, to finish up her studies at Stonybrook University. Before parting, the young couple had agreed to remain in touch, and Dermot had even gone out to New York and stayed for a number of weeks in the McCarrick home. However, after his return to Ireland, Annie would diligently apply herself to her studies, and their relationship gradually petered out.
While in college, though totally immersed in her studies, Annie had continued to pine for the life she had left behind her in Ireland. It came as no surprise to her parents when, towards the end of 1992, she announced that she intended to return to live in Dublin, to take a Higher Diploma course which would then qualify her to teach in the country. She was unable to teach before completing the course, as she had, of course, not learnt Irish in school.
In January 1993, Annie, now almost twenty-six years old, once again left her family home. This time, before leaving, she prevailed on her mother to come and visit her, and arrangements were made for mother and daughter to meet in Dublin on 2 April 1993, where she would stay until Annie settled down. As she boarded her plane, little did Annie’s parents think that they would never again see their daughter.
Upon her arrival in Dublin, Annie immediately renewed her old acquaintances. She stayed with Hillary Brady and Rita Fortune for a few nights, until she secured accommodation for herself in an apartment in Saint Catherine’s Court in Sandymount, a quiet suburb on the south side of Dublin. She shared this apartment with two other girls, Jill Twomey and Ida Walsh, with whom she built up an immediate and lasting friendship.
*
Initially, Annie secured work at the Courtyard Restaurant in Donnybrook, Dublin. Although she only worked there for a few short weeks, it would eventually provide a vital clue to her last known movements on the day she disappeared.
She enjoyed working in the Courtyard, but because they could not guarantee her full-time employment, she started looking for work elsewhere. Though she knew that her parents would afford her every financial support if she needed it, Annie refused to be a burden on them. She would much rather pay her own way through college. In the short time that she had been working, she had quickly established a reputation for being a reliable hard-worker, and had no trouble securing another job at the well-known Café Java on Leeson Street. There, she proved herself to be very popular with staff and clientele alike. During the subsequent Garda investigation into her disappearance, a number of the customers would describe her, when interviewed, as ‘the pretty American with the heart of gold’.
*
Saint Patrick’s Day, and the days that followed, would pass in a flurry of excitement and anticipation, as Annie prepared for the visit of her mother. Everyone around her was swept up in her enthusiasm. Given all the arrangements she was putting in place for her visit, her mother was certainly not going to have much time to sit around on this particular holiday!
Annie finished work at Café Java at 3 PM on Thursday 25 March 1993. She was asked by Jean*, the manageress, to wait for ten minutes while she prepared the wages. The lunch trade had been particularly busy, and Jean had not had the opportunity to get them ready. Annie, seeing the pressure that Jean was under, told her not to worry, and that she would call in to collect her wages the next day (Friday). Although that was due to be her day off, she also told Jean that she would prepare some deserts at home on Friday morning, and bring them into the restaurant with her desserts when she called in that afternoon. This was an additional job for which Annie did not receive any payment, but one that she actually enjoyed doing. Officially, she was not due back at work in the restaurant until Saturday 27 March.
Annie had spent the evening of Thursday 25 March visiting a friend’s home. After dinner, they had sat around talking. Once again, the main topic had been her mother’s visit, and she arranged to bring her mother over to introduce her when she arrived. The friends parted around 10
PM
, and the husband and teenage son drove Annie home to her apartment in Sandymount. There, she spoke briefly with her flatmates before going to bed.
The following morning, Friday 26, both Jill and Ida were up early packing their suitcases. They were travelling home to their families after work, and planned to be away for the weekend. They spoke to Annie before leaving the house. She was sitting in bed knitting, a skill she had developed during her time in Ireland. She told Ida that she planned to go for a short walk in the Enniskerry area that afternoon with a friend. She still had a number of last-minute preparations to make for her mother’s visit. She also invited Hillary and Rita over for Saturday-night dinner.
*
Annie may have been delighted with having the time to herself, but there was a downside to her ‘home alone’ weekend. When Annie failed to return home on that Friday evening, there was no one in the apartment to notice that she was missing. Her friends would call on Saturday night to find that she had not returned. Though this was totally out of character, it would be another forty-eight hours before she would be officially reported missing.
At 11
AM
on Friday morning, Annie visited the local Quinnsworth supermarket, where she purchased the ingredients needed to make the desserts for Café Java. Realising that she would have very little time to shop for the meal she planned to serve her guests, she also bought ingredients for that. This was to be a special meal, one of the first she would prepare and serve in her new home, and meant as a ‘thank you’ to Hilary and Rita for their kindness. Her purchases included a number of perishable items, such as cream, meat and butter, all of which required refrigeration.
After leaving the supermarket, Annie called into her local Allied Irish Bank branch. When she arrived in Dublin in January, she’d opened a bank account at the AIB bank in Clondalkin, a short walk from Hilary’s house. During her visit to the bank, she arranged for the transfer of her account from the Clondalkin branch to Sandymount.
Annie’s visit to the bank was captured by the in-house closed circuit television system. Annie was well known there, and can be seen on the footage to be relaxed and cheerful, chatting, as usual, with staff and customers alike. There was nothing in her demeanour or attitude that would give any indication of the events that were to follow. This is the only footage available of Annie, as there were no other security cameras in operation in the area, unlike modern-day Ireland, where almost every shop has their own security cameras. Sandymount, at that time, was considered to be one of the lowest crime risk areas in Dublin city.
On her way back to her apartment, Annie stopped to make a brief phone call from the public telephone kiosk on the Green in Sandymount. The phone in her apartment was only working intermittently at that time. She first rang Hillary Brady at work to confirm their dinner date for Saturday night, and she told him how much she was looking forward to their company.
Annie then rang another friend, Anne O’Dwyer, to ask if she was free that afternoon to accompany her on a short walk in the Enniskerry area, just outside the city. Enniskerry, derived from its original Gaelic name meaning ‘rugged ford’, was a place that held a special attraction for her. Situated beside the Powerscourt Gardens and waterfalls, it was one of the most picturesque areas in the Dublin Mountains. The two of them regularly walked in the Dublin Mountains together. Unfortunately, Anne had injured her ankle some days earlier, and could not go. Annie ended their conversation by saying that she might go out alone for a short walk.
*
Her decision to take this walk alone is a classic example of one of those random, seemingly harmless choices, made by so many people on a daily basis, little knowing that they were about to put in motion a series of events that would, ultimately, cost them their life. These ‘spur of the moment’ choices are reflected in a number of the cases that we looked at in the TRACE taskforce.
The call to Anne would be the last contact that Annie had with any of her friends. Our enquiries show that she then headed back to her apartment in Saint Catherine’s Court.
Sometime after 1
PM
on that same date, plumber Bernard Sheehan, who was doing some repair work in a separate apartment in the complex, observed Annie leaving the building through the front door. They had exchanged a brief greeting, and he watched her leave, heading in the direction of nearby Newgrove Avenue, where the public-bus terminus was located. If she wished to travel to Enniskerry, Annie would first have to get the Number 18 bus from Sandymount across the South City to Ranelagh. Once in Ranelagh village she could then take the 44 bus into Enniskerry village. Shortly after returning from America, Annie had bought herself a car. She had not, however, mastered the use of the stick shift and right-hand drive, and the car was left sitting outside Hillary’s home.
As Annie approached the 18 Bus Terminus at Newgrove Avenue, the bus was just beginning to pull away from the stop, and she broke into a run, shouting at the driver to stop. Bruno Borza, the owner of the Borza take-away in Sandymount, later told Gardai that he had observed Annie running to catch the bus, which had stopped in response to her shout. He watched as she boarded the bus, which then drove away.
It is almost certainly the case that, had Annie missed this bus, she would not have gone to Enniskerry on that fateful day. The next available bus would not have left for almost an hour, at which stage, it would have been getting dark as she arrived in Enniskerry, and would certainly have been too late to set out walking.
Events such as catching or missing the bus, Anne hurting her ankle, the apartment being empty over the weekend, are all those imponderable ‘if onlys’ that, in their own way, each contributed to Annie being in the wrong place at the wrong time that day, thereby putting her in a situation which, undoubtedly, contributed to her death. This, as I have said, is a recurring theme that can be found in a number of the other cases.
All the witnesses who recalled seeing Annie that afternoon would describe her as wearing a tweed jacket and jeans, dark red boots, and carrying a distinctive tan shoulder bag. Given her statuesque bearing and height of 5 foot 8 inches, Annie would stand out in any crowd.
*
Annie was due to work at the Café Java on the morning of 27 March. By noon of that day, she had not arrived, nor had she contacted any of the staff. This was totally out of character for her; she was a stickler for punctuality, and her absence was commented on by other staff members, who had expected her to call in with her home-made desserts. She had also not turned up to collect her wages on Friday afternoon.
At 8
PM
on that same Saturday evening, Hilary and Rita arrived at Saint Catherine’s Court to keep their pre-arranged dinner date with Annie. Both of them were looking forward to the night ahead. As well as being good company, Annie was also an excellent cook. To their amazement, there was no response to their knocks on the apartment door. This was not something you expected from Annie.
They waited outside the flat for about twenty minutes, and then went to a nearby pub, where they stayed for half an hour before returning to Annie’s flat. Once again, they did not receive any response, and Rita suggested that they should go home to Clondalkin and ring Annie from there. When they later attempted to ring the apartment, they realised that they did not, in fact, have the phone number. They rang Nancy in New York City and she gave them the number. In a brief conversation they mentioned the broken dinner date, but thought no more of it.
On a number of occasions throughout that Sunday, they rang Saint Catherine’s Court. They received no response. Rita then rang Café Java, and was told that Annie had not turned up for work that day. As the afternoon progressed, their concern for her well-being began to grow.
Later that same evening, Jill and Ida returned to their apartment. They were surprised not to find Annie waiting there to greet them, full of questions about how their weekend had gone. They were equally surprised to find a plastic Quinnsworth shopping bag propped against the wall just inside the front door. The bag was full of food that should have been refrigerated. Gardai later established that the bag contained all the shopping that Annie had purchased on Friday morning.
This can be interpreted as a clear sign that, on arriving at the apartment that Friday morning, Annie had merely opened the door and left the shopping propped just inside, with the full intention of returning later to put it all away.
Rita and Hilary had checked with both Jill and Ida, and also, once more, with Annie’s place of work on the morning of Monday 29. At this stage, they decided that there was something seriously wrong, and rang Nancy in New York to ask her if she’d had any contact from Annie. When she heard that they had not been able to contact her daughter all weekend, Nancy immediately changed her travel arrangements, and flew to Dublin that evening. It would be nearly two months before she would once again return to America.
*
Nancy was met by Rita and Hilary at the airport and, on hearing that there still had been no contact from her daughter, immediately went to Irishtown Garda Station, and formally reported her missing. It was now almost eighty hours since anyone had last had contact from Annie. An investigation under then Detective Inspector Martin Donnellan was immediately launched.
By the end of that week, Annie had been missing for seven days, and it was decided to make a formal appeal to the public for assistance. Her photograph was published in the media, with information being sought in relation to her whereabouts and well-being. The appeal elicited two very important responses.
The first response came from a most unlikely source. A Sam Doran contacted Irishtown Garda Station, and told Detectives Tom Rock and Val Smith that he worked as a doorman at Johnny Foxes, the famous traditional Irish music pub situated on the Ballybrack Road, in the tiny village of Glencullen nestled high in the Dublin Mountains. It is a thirty-minute drive from Dublin’s city centre, and about three miles from Enniskerry village. Established in 1798 and touted as the ‘highest’ pub in Ireland, Johnny Foxes was and remains one of those ‘must-see’ places on the itinerary of most visitors. Indeed, it was one of the places that Annie was considering bringing her mother to see when she arrived on holidays.
Sam said that he had been working on the main door of the function room attached to the pub on the night of 26 March 1993. The traditional folk group, The Jolly Ploughmen, were playing a concert there that night with the doors due to open at 8
PM
. They were a very popular group, and normally drew a huge crowd of trad fans. There was an admission fee of £2.00 (about €2.50). As part of their duties, Sam and fellow security man Paul O’Reilly supervised the collection of monies from patrons as they entered.
He said that some time after 8
PM
that Friday evening, a young female had walked into the function room. She paused briefly inside the door and looked around, as if trying to find a seat. She had then strolled past the pay kiosk desk without paying the entry fee. From her demeanour he believed that she seemed to be unaware of the fact that there was an admission fee being charged, and she appeared surprised when he stopped her. A short queue formed as he spoke with her. Sam said he told the female that she had to pay, and she immediately apologised and put her hand into her pocket. Just then, a man standing directly behind her in the queue addressed Sam, saying ‘I’ll get that’. She had turned and smiled at him, acknowledging his generosity, and then walked on alone into the room. The stranger paid £4 (€5), to cover the entry fee for the two of them, and followed her in.
Sam Doran was of the opinion, from her reaction to this offer, that the girl did not appear to either be in the company of or to know the identity of her ‘benefactor’. His intervention had appeared to take her by surprise. It looked to him like it had been a chance encounter. He was, in his words, ‘certain’ that the girl was Annie. It had been a particularly busy night in the pub and, with it being so close to St Patrick’s Day, there had been a large number of visitors and tourists in and out all week. Nevertheless, he vividly recalled the tall and attractive American he had spoken too, and was adamant that it was indeed Annie.
His colleague, Paul O’Reilly, could only vaguely recall some of the episode as described by Sam, as he had been dealing with another customer at the time. He was not as certain that the visitor had been Annie. More significantly, neither of them could recall seeing either the female or her ‘benefactor’ again during the course of the night.
In one of those coincidences that often bedevil investigations, there was an American tourist at the show that night who bore a passing physical resemblance to Annie, and even dressed in a somewhat similar style. In fact, their dress sense was so similar that investigating Gardai would subsequently ask her not to wear certain items, as they became inundated with calls about sightings of Annie, that would turn out to be this other woman. As recently as 2010, myself and Christy Mangan, the Superintendent then in charge of the Garda Cold Case unit, would interview a witness who claimed to have met Annie a few days after the sighting in Johnny Foxes. From the location given to us and the description of the clothing, we were satisfied that this had, in fact, been another sighting of Jane. On the night of 26 March, Jane had been accompanied by her mother, and had definitely not been involved in any incident as described by Sam Doran.
Witness recollection being an imprecise science, Gardai had to carefully scrutinise Sam Doran’s story. After all, given the sheer number of persons he must have met on a daily basis at the pub, they had to consider that he might have been wrong. However, what is significant about this encounter is the fact that, if he was mistaken, and if the couple he described had not included Annie, then surely at least one of the persons involved would have come forward, given the publicity that surrounded this claim. Even allowing for the fact that one or other of the couple may not have wanted it to be known that they had been there on the night for personal reasons, it is considered highly unlikely that both of them could have remained silent for so long, especially when one considers the importance that has been attached to the sighting.
Doran described the man as being about five foot eight inches tall, and of average build. He estimated his age at somewhere between twenty-five and twenty-eight. He was clean-shaven, with dark brown hair cut short, in an almost military style. He was wearing a green wax jacket, similar in style to the ‘Barbour’ brand. A photofit was created from the description given by Doran, and was widely circulated in the media. Although photofits are notoriously unreliable as a tool in identifying people, it is nevertheless the case that no one answering that description has ever come forward to say that it might have been him that Doran was describing.
The publicity that greeted the news of a missing American also generated a second, extremely important, piece of information. Eimear O’Grady, who had worked with Annie in the Courtyard restaurant, contacted Gardai, and told them that shortly before 3
PM
on Friday 26 March, she had been standing in line at the 44 bus stop opposite the Ulster Bank in Ranelagh village. Just as the bus pulled into the stop, she saw Annie coming around the corner from the direction of the 18 bus terminus, that same bus that Bruno Borza had seen her catch in Sandymount some twenty-five minutes previous. She stood at the rear of the queue.
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The 44 bus was, by that stage, beginning to load. Eimear, who had previously worked with Annie at the Courtyard Restaurant, was one of the first in the queue boarding the bus. She tried catching Annie’s attention, taking a seat at the rear of the bus, but Annie went directly upstairs before Eimear had the opportunity to greet her. The bus reached Eimear’s stop in Milltown minutes later, and she got off without having spoken with Annie.
This is a very important sighting as it clearly puts Annie on the route to Enniskerry, somewhere she had told Anne O’Dwyer she intended to go. The fact that the sighting was made by someone who knew her lends it greater weight. We would revisit Eimear some years later, and she remained adamant that she had seen Annie on that day. She could recall it vividly, she told us, because she herself was actually returning home that same day, having spent a week visiting family members down the country.
The bus driver, Paddy Donnelly, could only confirm the time the bus left, and the route it had taken to its terminus in Enniskerry. Unfortunately, given the sheer number of passengers he carried on a day-to-day basis, he was unable to recall any one individual. Unlike all modern Dublin buses, this bus was not fitted with internal security cameras.
The sightings of Annie made by Sam and Eimear changed the focus of the Garda enquiries entirely. Up to this, enquiries had been concentrated on the Sandymount area. This new evidence effectively moved the investigation some fifteen miles further south.
After her first few days here in Ireland, Nancy had been joined by her husband John, her brother Tim and her brother-in-law. The family gradually grew frustrated at the lack of progress in the Garda investigation, and decided to start making their own enquiries. They would remain in Ireland for almost two months, staying in a bed and breakfast in the Rathgar area, each day visiting the area in and around Enniskerry, in the hope of finding some trace of their daughter.
As the days progressed, they become increasingly convinced that they would never see their daughter alive again. They hired an Irish-based private investigator to help them in their search, recommended to them by the American Embassy. The group visited the village of Enniskerry and, armed with photographs of the missing Annie, canvassed every house and shop in the area. They visited all the houses on the possible routes she could have taken between the village and the pub three miles away.
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It was actually the family, and not the Gardai, who visited the small sub-post office in the picturesque village square, and there met a female assistant who recalled a lady with an American accent coming into the shop on that Friday afternoon, and buying three postage stamps. This was an area they had been told had already been canvassed – without success – by Gardai. This certainly did nothing to improve the couple’s confidence in Gardai capability in locating their daughter. John, an ex-Parks policeman himself, offered a substantial personal reward for any information they received which could assist in locating his daughter.
Unfortunately, there were no CCTV facilities fitted in the post office in Enniskerry, nor in any of the other nearby buildings on that day. Armed with the new information, though,