Buried truth

A lovely lady, a peaceful street… and a chilling home discovery

Why was the monster who killed my nana freed to prey on other women?

It’s been more than 25 years and yet one memory of my late sister Claire remains embalmed in my mind. It was a month before she jetted off to her backpacking adventure in Australia, in October 1999. C

All these years on, I still don’t know I how I got out alive

WHAT d’you reckon, sir?” Sergeant Winner sidled up to his long-time inspector with a worried look. His grey eyes swivelled towards a swelling crowd of newspaper men. Under an early-morning sky which t

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