The granny killer

The comforting smell hit me as soon as I walked into my nana’s kitchen. Roast chicken and freshly baked pies – and there was Nana bustling about in her pinny. ‘How was school?’ she asked, wrapping her

This week’s crime story...

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

Our last chance to get justice for Mum lay with a 35-year-old ciggie butt

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

When three women went missing, it led to snaring the infamous ‘Crossbow Cannibal’…