Hutch died in a pool of blood in front of horrified pensioners in brutal gangland hit
Just 24 hours after the daylight assassination of gangland figure Gary Hutch, a few shreds of crime scene tape and bullet-pocked walls were the only reminder of the horror that unfolded at the quiet Angel de Miraflores complex on Spain’s Costa Del Sol.
It has emerged that the hitman fired eight bullets at the 34 year-old from Dublin’s north inner city shortly before mid-day on Thursday as he fled for his life.
At least four hit him the back, chest and head.
Hutch died in a pool of blood in front of horrified pensioners who have retired to live out their days in the sun.
A bullet hole in a nearby wall
His assassin calmly walked past security cameras and through an electronic gate to a waiting getaway car, which was later found torched.
Organised crime is part of the tapestry of life on the Costa del Sol and yesterday it looked as if the daily routine was almost back to normal for residents.
A bullet hole in the wall was a stark reminder of what had happened. But no police were carrying out door to door inquiries, no appeals were being made about the brutal killers and the grounds had been cleaned and returned to normal.
Just last month police in Spain officially closed the investigation into the murder of drug dealer Gerard ‘Hatchet’ Kavanagh. He was shot dead on the terrace of a busy bar near Marbella.
Despite a trawl through CCTV and the many witnesses who saw him die, Spanish authorities admitted they have got nowhere near solving the murder, so decided to shelve it.
The fear for the Hutch family is that this latest killing will go the same way.
The swimming pool where the attack took place
Gary Hutch’s remains are still in Spain and his father Patsy, a carpet fitter, is expected to make the heart-breaking journey over the coming days to bring his son home.
Angels de Miraflores is not the kind of place that those who knew him would expect Hutch to hang out. He was a party animal and loved to live it up in Peurto Banus.
He had lived in a luxury penthouse near the millionaire’s playground for years but his more recent address was a regular two-bedroom flat in a much quieter area, populated by pensioners and serviced by a handful of quiet bars and restaurants.
The road leading up to the apartments
Neighbours say that they rarely saw or heard from him. In fact many didn’t even realise that he was living in a ground floor apartment.
“I thought his name was Finnegan,” one woman said yesterday. “I knew he was Irish, but I didn’t even know his first name. He was in that apartment but we thought it belonged to a relative of his and that he had been in Ibiza or something. We paid no heed.”
Her husband, who didn’t want to be named because of the nature of events on their doorstep, said he was grateful that they weren’t at home when the shotgun blasts exploded on an otherwise peaceful September morning.