From James William Miller’s book ‘Don’t call me killer’
On the night of Thursday, December 23, 1976, all the shops in Adelaide stayed open until later than usual.
Chris (Christopher Robin Worrell) and I decided to do some Christmas shopping and although we walked around the stores until 9 pm, neither of us bought anything.
We had left the car in the Harris Scarfe Car Park in Grenfell Street and Chris told me to pick it up saying he would meet met outside the Majestic Hotel in King William Stree
I collected the car. When I reached the Majestic and saw no Chris I drove around the block two or three times before I noticed him.
It was no surprise to see him talking to a girl. She walked over to the car with him.
Chris climbed into the front seat and the girl sat in the back seat.
Then Chris introduced us. Her name was Veronica.
“Where to?” I asked.
Veronica asked if we could drop her off at a boarding house she was staying at and I headed the car in that direction.
Veronica was telling us she had left some parcels in a city store but they had disappeared when she went back for them.
Chris then invited her to come for a little drive. At first she seemed to oppose the idea, saying she.had to be in by a certain time – I think 11.30. pm.
But she agreed after Chris assured her she would be home well before.
She was a tall, fair girl with brown hair. We drove towards the Adelaide Hills for a few miles when Chris pointed to a dirt track leading off the road.
He asked me to drive about 30 yards down the track before telling me to stop.
He continued talking to Veronica before he leant over from the front seat and began kissing her.
There was nothing new although Veronica seemed a little shy at first although she did not appear to resist him.
Needing no hint to buzz off I left them in the car and went for a walk down the track. I sat down and waited for as long as I thought it would take him to have sex with her.
Then I walked back to the car without having heard a sound to suggest anything was wrong: or different from the other occasions like this.
When I got back Chris was sitting in the front passenger seat. There was no sign of the girl
I asked him where she was. His voice was hard. “She’s in the back on the floor,” he said.
By the look on his face I guessed something was wrong. I looked over the back to see if he was telling the truth.
I could see Veronica lying on the floor, but I could not see her too clearly.
I said: “What happened?”
He said: “I killed her.”
Without thinking I grabbed him by the shirt yelling.”Why? Why?”
He said: “Lay off or I’ll kill you too.”
By the tone of his voice and when he produced a knife I knew he meant it.
The knife was about one foot long and sharp with a wooden handle, I was shaken up. I couldn’t believe this was really happening. I then let go of him.
He told me to get into the driver’s seat. Still holding the knife he told me he had to get rid of the body.
He told me to drive towards Gawler saying: “Don’t try anything. I’d kill my own mother if I thought she’d put me in.”
I did not argue with him in that mood, I just followed his directions.
At Gawler he told me to take the road to Nuriootpa.
Just past Truro we went down a dirt road on our right. We had gone a quarter of a mile.
Then Chris told me to stop and asked me to help him carry Veronica over to some trees about 50 yards away.
It was when we were carrying the body I noticed that Veronica’s hands were tied but I did not see with what nor did I see Chris untie them but he may have done: At the trees he asked me to help him cover her with the only material around, a few branches.
On the way back from Truro he barely said a word and this has led to many questions asked of me since those times.
Why didn’t you discuss the murders with Chris when they happened, what did he say to you about them,what did he tell you about the girls before he killed them, did he. say he raped them, bound them, what?
The answers are not easy for me to find. It was as if perhaps, when the satanic moods took him over, he did not know what he was doing, or he could not stop what he was doing, or he was being driven by forces he did not understand but afterwards he would have to remember but he didn’t want to remember.
I think the most Chris ever spoke was after the first murder and then it seemed to based on getting over to me that he had nothing more to lose and that to kill me to keep quiet was by comparison no more than what he had already done.
Eventually, I parked the car around the corner from my sister’s place and looked across at Chris.
His body was slack. He had gone to sleep. I must have slept myself eventually.
I remember waking to realise that what had happened was not a very bad•dream and I wanted to talk about it but firstly I wanted to find out if his mood had passed.
I asked if we were going to work. He said simply: “Why not?”
His faced had changed, his mood had gone. I asked him why he had killed Veronica.
But all I heard were words I was to hear again: “I don’t want to talk about it.”
I had never felt lonely in Chris’ company but now I felt more lonely than I ever had.
I asked him if he had ever done it before.
It was then he told me that he had killed a couple of girl hitch-hikers on his way from Perth to Adelaide on one of his leaves when he had been stationed Pearce in WA in the Air Force.
I remember him saying in a voice that was not his normal voice that he had knifed one of the girls and it was messy, blood spurted everywhere. He said he had killed the other girl by bashing in her head with a rock.
He also claimed that once when swimming he had watched a friend drown before his eyes without lifting a hand to help him.
Chris was talking quietly and by looking at him I believed it to be the truth.
The 42-year-old actress Winona Ryder for Red Magazine April 2014 in front of Max Abadian’s lens.
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