28
Samantha Love’s body was fully clothed and laying half on the dirt verge at the side of the bush track and half on the track itself. Determining an age, even a good estimate, was difficult due to the damage to the face caused by carnivorous dingoes. A small travel bag lay upside down four metres from the body.
“You move the body?” Foley asked the stockman who’d stumbled across the woman while out on a station bore run.
Giovanni Bianchi had waited in his vehicle until Foley and Rose arrived. “What …? Oh no … s**t no, I never touched her.”
“You touch anything?”
“No, nothing.”
“What about that bag?” He indicated the travel bag several metres away.
“I touched nothing,” Bianchi insisted.
Foley gestured a short scuff mark in the dirt at the foot of the body, where an attempt had been
