Stolen car crashes into luxe store window in smash-and-grab handbag heist
Police were called to the intersection of Elizabeth and Market streets in Sydney's CBD at 3.45am on July 16 to find that the window of a Fendi store had allegedly been smashed.
An SUV had been driven through the window and left on the scene as thieves rushed the store to steal luxury handbags, police said.
The SUV was allegedly stolen from Waterloo the day prior, on July 15.
A white BMW wagon with NSW registration NCA59A and a grey Audi S3 with NSW registration DMR81V were allegedly used as getaway cars.
Police said the BMW and Audi cars were stolen during a break-in at a home in Kingsford just before the Fendi ram raid.
A crime scene has been established and police are determining how many bags were stolen.
Police are urging anyone who sees the two outstanding cars to call police immediately, but not to approach the alleged offenders.
Anyone with information about the incident is urged to call Day Street Police Station or Crime Stoppers on 1800 333 000 or https://nsw.crimestoppers.com.au. Information is managed on a confidential basis.
A group of unknown thieves has allegedly rammed a stolen car through the window of a high-end designer store before fleeing with a haul of luxury handbags in a daring early-morning heist.
Police were called to the intersection of Elizabeth and Market streets in Sydney's CBD at 3.45am on July 16 to find that the window of a Fendi store had allegedly been smashed.
An SUV had been driven through the window and left on the scene as thieves rushed the store to steal luxury handbags, police said.
The SUV was allegedly stolen from Waterloo the day prior, on July 15.
A white BMW wagon with NSW registration NCA59A and a grey Audi S3 with NSW registration DMR81V were allegedly used as getaway cars.
Police said the BMW and Audi cars were stolen during a break-in at a home in Kingsford just before the Fendi ram raid.
A crime scene has been established and police are determining how many bags were stolen.
Police are urging anyone who sees the two outstanding cars to call police immediately, but not to approach the alleged offenders.
Anyone with information about the incident is urged to call Day Street Police Station or Crime Stoppers on 1800 333 000 or https://nsw.crimestoppers.com.au. Information is managed on a confidential basis.
A group of unknown thieves has allegedly rammed a stolen car through the window of a high-end designer store before fleeing with a haul of luxury handbags in a daring early-morning heist.
Police were called to the intersection of Elizabeth and Market streets in Sydney's CBD at 3.45am on July 16 to find that the window of a Fendi store had allegedly been smashed.
An SUV had been driven through the window and left on the scene as thieves rushed the store to steal luxury handbags, police said.
The SUV was allegedly stolen from Waterloo the day prior, on July 15.
A white BMW wagon with NSW registration NCA59A and a grey Audi S3 with NSW registration DMR81V were allegedly used as getaway cars.
Police said the BMW and Audi cars were stolen during a break-in at a home in Kingsford just before the Fendi ram raid.
A crime scene has been established and police are determining how many bags were stolen.
Police are urging anyone who sees the two outstanding cars to call police immediately, but not to approach the alleged offenders.
Anyone with information about the incident is urged to call Day Street Police Station or Crime Stoppers on 1800 333 000 or https://nsw.crimestoppers.com.au. Information is managed on a confidential basis.
A group of unknown thieves has allegedly rammed a stolen car through the window of a high-end designer store before fleeing with a haul of luxury handbags in a daring early-morning heist.
Police were called to the intersection of Elizabeth and Market streets in Sydney's CBD at 3.45am on July 16 to find that the window of a Fendi store had allegedly been smashed.
An SUV had been driven through the window and left on the scene as thieves rushed the store to steal luxury handbags, police said.
The SUV was allegedly stolen from Waterloo the day prior, on July 15.
A white BMW wagon with NSW registration NCA59A and a grey Audi S3 with NSW registration DMR81V were allegedly used as getaway cars.
Police said the BMW and Audi cars were stolen during a break-in at a home in Kingsford just before the Fendi ram raid.
A crime scene has been established and police are determining how many bags were stolen.
Police are urging anyone who sees the two outstanding cars to call police immediately, but not to approach the alleged offenders.
Anyone with information about the incident is urged to call Day Street Police Station or Crime Stoppers on 1800 333 000 or https://nsw.crimestoppers.com.au. Information is managed on a confidential basis.
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