What lies beneath

Seeing my little brother’s face squashed up against the glass, I burst out laughing. It was October 2000 and I’d popped to see my mum, Gaynor, then 48, after dropping my eldest daughter, then four, at

Lilie’s killer was calm, collected and brutal

As Lorraine walked home from a night with mates, a sinister stranger wasn’t far behind

A tragedy at playtime or something far more sinister?

She seemed so ordinary but she’d done something unthi nkable

THIS YEAR MARKS THE 20TH ANNIVERSARY OF THE DEADLIEST TERRORIST ATROCITY IN THE UK SINCE LOCKERBIE – THE BLOODY 7 JULY BOMBINGS