Ash Gordon murder: Teen who kicked doctor shared bragging video on social media
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A teen thug who kicked Melbourne doctor Ash Gordon in the face as he lay dying on the ground after his friend had stabbed him bragged on social media about being released from custody.
The Herald Sun can reveal details about the boy's involvement in the killing of the 33-year-old Box Hill GP after his 17-year-old co-offender was found guilty of murder on Wednesday.
Originally charged with murder himself, the teen, who cannot be named due to his age, pleaded guilty to lesser offences including assisting an offender, aggravated burglary, common assault and car theft.
He spent fewer than 18 months in youth detention before being released this year.
In March, he celebrated his new-found freedom with a video posted on social media showing him being escorted out of a youth justice centre by staff.
In the footage, the teen grins as he ducks under a garage door, carrying two plastic bags, believed to hold his clothes, while a staffer warns the person filming to stop.
The clip is soundtracked by the rap song Talk of the Town, which includes the lyrics: 'Man's way too lit to be walkin' around, talk of the country, not talk of the town. Get the drop on an opp, stalkin' 'em down.'
The Herald Sun was barred from linking the released teen to Dr Gordon's murder until after a verdict to avoid prejudicing his co-offender's trial.
He and his co-offender had been attending a house party a few doors down when they broke into Dr Gordon's Doncaster home in the early hours of January 13 last year, having earlier spotted his black Mercedes AMG in the garage.
They stole several items, including Nike shoes, laptops, headphones, necklaces and a wallet, before returning to the party boasting about their loot.
Just before 5am, the pair and two others returned to Dr Gordon's home intending to steal his car. The intruders woke Dr Gordon, whose bedroom was on the ground floor.
'Hello, boys,' he said, prompting the group to bolt.
The doctor gave chase in his car, finding three of the teens hiding in a nearby driveway in Eildon St.
'There's no point running, the cops are on their way,' he told them.
The released teen and another boy jumped a fence.
But the co-offender – now convicted of murder – stayed behind and stabbed Dr Gordon six times during a scuffle. After the stabbing, the released teen returned and kicked the injured doctor in the face with such force Dr Gordon's eyes rolled into the back of his head before he and his co-offender fled.
The released teen later burnt their clothes, while his co-offender filmed.
'We're done for, done for, psych, no we're not. Where's the evidence, cuz? Where's the evidence?' the teen says in the clip, as his friend laughs.
The pair also discussed fleeing to the Gold Coast then Papua New Guinea, though the plan never eventuated.
The teen's co-offender remains in custody and will face a pre-sentence hearing in October.
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