Deborah Richardson

I can see them getting out ballistic vests, grabbing the shotguns.

And I looked at him and I said, is this all for me?

And he goes, yeah, yeah, yeah, you'll be fine.

And I've gone, no, no, like what's going on?

Because this hadn't happened before.

And he said, okay, I better explain to you.

And he took me back into his office and he passed a statement over to me on the desk.

And he said, have a read of that.

And it was from an informer.

A young female, similarly to me, had phoned for a job interview.

She'd met them at a 7-Eleven shop where she was blindfolded.

She had a gun held to her head, driven to a remote location.

And in her words, she was bench tested for the job.

And then she got the job and within a matter of weeks they found out who her boyfriend was and he was beaten up to an inch of his life.

She saw them running drugs.

She saw a murder happen, all of these horrific things.

And I looked at him and I said...

I don't think I can do this, boss.

And he goes, of course you can.

You've been amazing.