She was not the sort of girl to wander off. Beautiful, intelligent and wealthy, Janie Shepherd had everything going for her. But in February 1977 the Australian heiress vanished, seemingly into thin air.
The streets of Bayswater thronged with people despite the chilly February evening Janie Shepherd reversed her blue Mini Clubman into a rare parking space in Queensway. Dressed in jeans tucked into a Cossack-style leather boots, the striking blonde drew several admiring glances as she locked her car and strolled through the doors of the Europa supermarket.
The 24-year old Australian was on her way to spend the weekend with her boyfriend at his flat in Knightsbridge. Just before she had set off from her home in St John’s Wood for the 20-minute journey, he had phoned to ask her to pick up some groceries for supper.
The streets of Bayswater thronged with people despite the chilly February evening Janie Shepherd reversed her blue Mini Clubman into a rare parking space in Queensway. Dressed in jeans tucked into a Cossack-style leather boots, the striking blonde drew several admiring glances as she locked her car and strolled through the doors of the Europa supermarket.
The 24-year old Australian was on her way to spend the weekend with her boyfriend at his flat in Knightsbridge. Just before she had set off from her home in St John’s Wood for the 20-minute journey, he had phoned to ask her to pick up some groceries for supper.
