Secret diary of a killer

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

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

Olivia had just given birth and her partner should have been doting on her. Instead, he did something terrifying...

My beloved Fiona and me Dear Fiona, ...

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