“Leave the money out for the taxi, Mam — I’ll be home later.”

Haunting nightmares will last forever - I wish he could say I love you one  last time, says mum of Keane Mulready Woods

Those were the last words 17-year-old Keane Mulready-Woods ever spoke to his mother. A casual, almost carefree phone call on a cold January evening in 2020. He was wearing his favourite navy Hugo Boss tracksuit, black runners, a bright red-orange Canada Goose jacket and a Gucci baseball cap. Just a teenager heading out, promising to be back soon. He never made it home. Instead, Keane was lured into a house in Drogheda, overpowered, subjected to unimaginable torture, beheaded, and methodically dismembered in one of the most barbaric gangland executions Ireland has ever witnessed. His remains were stuffed into sports bags and scattered across Dublin and back in Drogheda itself — a deliberate act of terror designed to send a message that still chills the nation six years later.

The horror unfolded on January 12, 2020, in the Rathmullan Park estate, a place that should have been just another quiet corner of County Louth. Keane, already caught up in the edges of a vicious drug feud, was enticed there under the pretence of a simple meet-up. What awaited him inside was pure evil. The prime suspect, hardened criminal Robbie Lawlor, had decided the teenager needed to pay — not just for a minor debt, but for what Lawlor believed was Keane’s involvement in the murder of his brother-in-law, Richie Carberry, months earlier. What started as talk of a “punishment beating” spiralled into something far darker. Keane was tortured at length before being decapitated and hacked apart with hand tools and power saws. His body was then carefully separated, packed into bags, and dumped like rubbish to maximise the pain for his family and rivals alike.

The discovery shocked Ireland to its core. The next day, children playing in Moatview Gardens and Moatview Drive in Coolock, north Dublin — almost 50 kilometres away — stumbled upon a black Puma sports bag abandoned on the footpath. Inside were human arms and legs. DNA confirmed the nightmare: it was Keane. Less than 48 hours later, firefighters raced to a burning stolen Volvo in a laneway at Trinity Terrace, Ballybough, Drumcondra. In the boot, more remains — the teenager’s head, hands and feet. The car had been torched in a clumsy attempt to destroy evidence. Keane’s torso stayed missing for weeks until March 11, when it was found hidden in an overgrown ravine near the original murder scene in Drogheda. The sheer sadism left even hardened Gardaí reeling.

This wasn’t random street violence. It was calculated revenge in the heart of the long-running Drogheda feud — a bloody war between rival factions battling for control of the local drug trade. Shootings, arson attacks, kidnappings and assaults had already turned parts of the town into a battlefield since 2018. Keane, though only 17, had become a low-level player. He attended St Oliver’s Community College but dropped out early. By his mid-teens he was known to police, convicted of intimidating a local mother over drug debts owed by her child to the gang. He was out on licence, under a strict curfew to be home before dark, when he vanished. Friends later described him as bright but easily influenced, craving the quick cash and sense of belonging that gang life offered.

Lawlor, a 36-year-old career criminal with hundreds of convictions and links to multiple murders, was obsessed with revenge. Insiders revealed he was convinced Keane had played a role in Carberry’s death in November 2019. Lawlor had reportedly told associates he would only “sort him out” with a beating, but once Keane was inside the house, the violence escalated to levels that shocked even the underworld. An insider later told reporters Lawlor “took his propensity for violence to another level” by dismembering the body and taunting enemies with the gruesome details.

Keane’s murder triggered a wave of retaliation. Lawlor himself was gunned down in Belfast just months later while collecting a drug debt — widely seen as payback in the same feud. But the horror for Keane’s family was only beginning. Elizabeth Woods, his devastated mother, has lived with unimaginable pain ever since. In powerful victim impact statements read in court years later, she laid bare the torment: “No one could imagine the darkness and sadistic evil in our country. I can hear him calling ‘Mam, Mam’ — and the haunting nightmares live forever with us. To lose my child, my son, my baby in a most inhumane, barbaric death is shocking.” She added that a part of her died that day too: “I couldn’t protect him.”

The family’s grief was compounded by the callous disposal of Keane’s body. Knowing his remains were scattered, treated without a shred of dignity, added layers of trauma that ordinary loss could never match. His father spoke of endless nightmares. Brothers and sister struggled to process the brutality inflicted on someone they loved. The funeral in February 2020 drew huge crowds, with mourners pleading for young people to stay away from gangs. Murals appeared across Drogheda, turning Keane into a tragic symbol of how easily vulnerable teens are groomed into deadly criminal worlds.

Justice has been slow but relentless. The investigation, coordinated from Drogheda Garda Station, used CCTV, phone data and witness statements to piece together the conspiracy. Robbie Lawlor was identified early as the chief killer, but he escaped earthly justice when he was murdered in 2020. Others involved were not so lucky.

In February 2023, Paul Crosby, then 27, of Rathmullan Park, Drogheda, was jailed for ten years at the Special Criminal Court for facilitating the murder. He had helped lure Keane to the house and was present during the events. His co-accused, Gerard “Rocky” Cruise, 49, received seven years for the same charge. A third man, Gerard “Ged” McKenna, pleaded guilty to cleaning the murder scene and removing evidence.

Then, in February 2026 — more than six years after the killing — two more men faced justice for their roles in disposing of the remains. Stephen Carberry, 47, and Glen Bride, 32, each pleaded guilty to assisting an offender by transporting the sports bags containing body parts. The Special Criminal Court sentenced both to six years in prison. The judge described their actions as showing “abhorrent inhumanity and disrespect,” noting the grief inflicted on Keane’s family was “immeasurable and permanent.” Carberry’s sentence was adjusted to six years after considering he was on bail at the time of the offence.

Five men have now been convicted in connection with the murder and its aftermath, yet Gardaí insist the probe remains ongoing. In 2024 and 2025 fresh arrests were made, and detectives continue to appeal for information, believing more people may have played supporting roles. The feud itself has been significantly disrupted — some key players killed, others imprisoned or forced into exile abroad. Women linked to the gangs have been convicted of money laundering. Brothers Keith and Josh Boylan fled the country. But the scars on Drogheda run deep.

Keane himself was no hardened gangster. He was a 17-year-old still finding his way, caught in a world far bigger and more dangerous than he could handle. He had recently been complying with his curfew, trying to keep his head down. That final phone call to his mother — so ordinary, so full of everyday teenage nonchalance — haunts everyone who hears the story. He was thinking about getting home safely, about taxi money, about tomorrow. Instead, he walked into a trap.

The broader Drogheda feud had already claimed lives before Keane’s death and continued its bloody cycle afterwards. More than 100 violent incidents were logged in the years surrounding the murder. Gardaí poured resources into the town, with political leaders promising every support needed to tackle organised crime. The case even became a talking point during national elections, highlighting failures to protect at-risk youth in communities plagued by drugs and gangs.

Six years on, Keane would have turned 23 in 2026. Friends wonder what path he might have taken had he survived — perhaps breaking free, perhaps not. His mother continues to speak out, calling for better mental health support for young people and stronger early intervention to stop kids being drawn into crime. Community groups run programmes in his name, warning teenagers about the false glamour of gang life and the deadly reality waiting at the end.

The sheer brutality of what happened in that house in Rathmullan Park still defies comprehension. Torture. Beheading. Dismemberment with power tools. Body parts transported across counties and dumped without care. It was not just murder — it was a calculated campaign of psychological terror, designed to break rivals and send a message that no one was untouchable, not even a boy barely out of school.

Yet amid the horror, Keane’s story has become a rallying cry. Parents in Drogheda still warn their children about certain estates and certain crowds. Young people whisper about the teenager who was hacked apart for a feud he barely understood. His name appears in murals and on social media posts every anniversary, a reminder that behind every gang statistic is a real person — someone’s son, someone’s brother, someone who made one phone call promising to be home soon.

Elizabeth Woods carries the heaviest burden. She still hears that final call in her mind. She still sees the empty taxi money left waiting on the table. The nightmares she described in court — hearing her son cry “Mam, Mam” — never stop. “I couldn’t protect him,” she said, words that capture the helplessness every parent fears.

Ireland has not forgotten Keane Mulready-Woods. His murder exposed the rotten underbelly of gangland crime, where teenagers become disposable pawns and revenge knows no limits. It forced a national conversation about youth vulnerability, organised crime, and the need for tougher measures against those who exploit children.

The investigation may still be open, with detectives hoping new witnesses will finally come forward. But for the Woods family, there is no neat ending. No full closure. Only the knowledge that their boy suffered in ways no human should, and that his final, innocent message to his mother became the last thing he ever said.

In the quiet moments, when the streets of Drogheda fall still, many still wonder: how did a 17-year-old’s simple promise to come home turn into one of the most grotesque chapters in Ireland’s criminal history? The answer lies in the darkness of a drug feud that turned a teenager into a gruesome warning — a warning that continues to echo through courtrooms, communities, and the broken hearts of those left behind.

Keane Mulready-Woods was lured, tortured, beheaded and scattered. But his story refuses to be buried. It demands attention, demands change, and demands that no other family ever has to endure the same unimaginable pain.