23 In early 2007 the Coroner at Westmead proposed conducting an inquest as it had been by then presumed that Ms Clymer had died. The inquest was set down for hearing on 26 and 27 April 2007. The offender was nominated as a person of interest and had been subpoenaed to appear. On 24 April 2007 the offender made a serious attempt to take his own life. At some stage before doing so he wrote a number of notes and letters. One such letter was addressed to Detective Barr and was said to be "an honest account of Lisa Clymer's disappearance". It included an account of having been physically abused by his father, sexually abused by a man called Wally and his friend, and being "beaten and abused" by Ms Clymer. It included:
"I was never violent towards Lisa, even when struck. When she gave me herpes I wasn't violent. When she gave me warts I wasn't violent. Even when she had at least three affairs I didn't hit her. I yelled and cried a lot, but didn't hit her. Lisa was the one to hit me … I had many black eyes, broken rib (sic) and assorted other injuries and still never touched her.
Even now that its too late, I want you to know that what happened was a terrible accident. I feel so guilty about it I am compelled to truly punish myself.
Since that night I have been racked by remorse and loathe myself totally.
If it wasn't for my girls, I would have come clean straight away.
Lisa and I had been arguing that night … about why I wouldn't sleep with her anymore. I went upstairs to end the dispute and hide away for a while. Shortly afterwards, Lisa came upstairs and cornered me between the bed and the wall. I don't remember exactly what she said, but I vividly recall her bulging eyes, her red cheeks and spit flowing from her mouth as she screamed at me. Suddenly she dashed her coffee in my face and began to hit me. I closed my eyes, seeing the faces of Lisa, Wally and my father strobing into my brain. I struck out, yelling "Stop it, stop it". It seemed to me the next moment she stopped hitting me and I released her. She fell onto the bed, not breathing. I just stood there, stunned, slowly realising what I had done.
Because I still loved her, I couldn't just dispose of her. I bought (sic) her home with me and I often visited her.
Lisa's remains lie in a red and blue nylon tote bag located in the far corner of my mother's back yard shed.
…
You probably won't believe me, but this was a terrible accident that I have anguished over for years. I never meant to hurt her, I still love her"