Steve Keogh: Murder Unpacked

About Steve Keogh: Murder Unpacked

Hosted by former Scotland Yard homicide detective Steve Keogh, Murder Unpacked explores murder investigations to understand how detectives think and work. www.murderunpacked.com (https://www.murderunpacked.com?utm_medium=podcast)

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Exploring how murders are investigated.

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education · true crime

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en

Explicit

Yes

First episode

22 Aug 2026

Latest episode

3 Nov 2026

Latest episodes

14 episodes in the feed.

1. 

   3 Nov 2026

   Ruth Ellis: The Handover

   Ruth Ellis The last woman to be hanged in the UK. More than seventy years later, her name still provokes debate. Most recently, the debate has been ignited by the decision to grant her a posthumous conditional pardon. Understandably, almost every discussion centres on one question: Should she have been executed? However, as I read about the case, I found myself thinking about something I’d experienced many times during my own career. On the evening of Easter Sunday, 10th April 1955, Ruth Ellis took a taxi to a flat in Hampstead where she believed her former partner, David Blakely was going to be. When she arrived, she saw David’s car pulling away. Ruth then walked about a quarter of a mile to the Magdala pub in Hampstead, where she found David’s car parked outside. Ruth waited outside, until about 9.30pm when David came out of the pub and headed towards his car with a friend. She then walked over to David with a revolver in her hand and began firing at him. Although David tried to get away, he was struck several times and collapsed to the ground. A woman at the scene was also injured, when a bullet or bullet fragment struck her hand. Having discharged the firearm, Ruth made no attempt to get away. She just stood there, allowing an off-duty police officer, who’d been inside the pub, to disarm and detain her. She was recorded as saying to this officer, “I am guilty. I’m a little confused.” Local police officers then arrived, and she was taken into custody. David was taken by ambulance to hospital where he was pronounced dead on arrival. A later post-mortem examination showed several vital organs, including his heart, had been struck. It also found one of the shots was fired at extremely close range, causing powder burns on David’s back. At the police station Ruth continued to admit having shot David. With witness evidence, Ruth’s own admissions and the medical evidence establishing the cause of death, detectives charged Ruth Ellis with David Blakely’s murder. On the face of it, the police had a very strong case and would have had no problem producing the evidence to prove it. But an important element to any murder investigation isn’t just evidencing what happened, it’s seeking to understand the reasons behind it. To understand why these events unfolded as they did, detectives needed to look at the relationship between Ruth Ellis and David Blakely. There is a principle in murder investigation: if you want to understand how a person died, you first have to understand how they lived. Most murders aren’t random, and they rarely happen without a motive. The answer to why a person died can usually be found by examining their life and the people in it. So, even in a case that appears as straightforward as this, where the killing was witnessed and Ruth admitted what she had done, detectives still had that important job to do. To build a picture of not just what happened that night, but what led to it. In late 1953, Ruth was the manager of a nightclub called The Little Club in Knightsbridge. It was there that she met David, who was a racing driver. They started a relationship that moved quickly. Despite being engaged to another woman, David moved into Ruth’s flat above the club. Their relationship quickly became volatile, with regular arguments and reconciliations. Alcohol became a major factor in fuelling these arguments, particularly because David was considered a heavy drinker. Jealousy was another recurring theme. David disliked the attention Ruth received from men at the nightclub, while Ruth struggled with David’s relationships with other women during theirs. In 1954, Ruth fell pregnant with David’s baby. She made the decision to have an abortion. During her trial, Ruth said David had regularly assaulted her and that she was often covered in bruises. In early 1955, Ruth began a relationship with another man, Desmond Cussen. Despite this, she and David remained emotionally attached. Ruth became pregnant again and maintained that David was the father. Toward the end of March 1955, Ruth said David punched her in the stomach during an argument. She subsequently suffered a miscarriage. By early April 1955, the relationship was effectively over, although Ruth made several attempts to contact David. On 10 April 1955, those events culminated in Ruth following David to the Magdala pub in Hampstead, where she shot and killed him. By then, detectives had gathered far more than an account of a shooting. They had assembled the fullest picture they could of the events that led to David Blakely’s death. From that point, the investigation was no longer in their hands. And for me, that was the hardest part of a murder investigation. I sometimes find it difficult to articulate exactly what it feels like investigating a murder. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever done in policing or beyond. The one word I come back to is responsibility. The sense of that can, at times, feel overwhelming. At the heart of every murder investigation is a victim whose life was taken from them too early. Alongside them is a family trying to come to terms with that fact. The immense responsibility I felt was to those people. That sense of responsibility was never greater than when I was the Case Officer on an investigation, where the role is both the day-to-day running of the enquiry, and ensuring the evidence is good enough to make an arrest, obtain a charge and obtain the conviction. When I performed this role there was so much weight on my shoulders that I considered it ‘my job’. As Case Officer I would meet the victim’s family, which only intensified the feelings of responsibility. Sitting opposite people when they’re in those early stages of grief, when they’re trying to process the worst news of their lives, when their future looks so bleak and uncertain, I couldn’t help but get caught up in their emotions. I wanted nothing more than to be able to take away their pain. But I knew I couldn’t do that. The best I could do was seek answers to the questions they were desperate to know. Why did this happen? Who did it? What happens next? I couldn’t get their loved one back, all I could do was get them the justice they deserved. It was the motivation I carried into every investigation, which often lasted months, sometimes even years. It’s why I found myself living, eating and sleeping an investigation. I was thinking about on the way to work and on the journey home. When I was eating dinner with my family, putting the kids to bed or watching TV, thoughts of the investigation wouldn’t be far from my mind. When I lay in bed, I would be running through the investigation. What are we missing? What line of enquiry should we follow? In fact, I used to do some of my detective work at night, when the world was quiet and I wasn’t distracted. More times than I can remember I’d bound into the office the next day with an idea of how we can move forward. There were periods when the investigation took over my life. I would find myself working crazily long hours, finishing after midnight and back in for the early morning meeting, day after day, week after week. I didn’t see my own family. My health suffered. The bags under my eyes were more like suitcases. But I did it anyway, and gladly. And it all comes down to that responsibility I felt for doing the best possible job I could for the victim and their family. So, when I’d been doing all of that for so long, invested so much of myself, and pulled together as much evidence as I possibly could, the case was finally ready for trial. I handed that responsibility on. Responsibility that passed from lawyers to barristers and, ultimately, to the court. And all I could do was trust in the system. That all those subsequent people would do what was expected of them. And the result would be the right one. One that reflected what happened. The problem was that experience had taught me the system didn’t always get it right. So rather than trusting the system to get it right, I found myself hoping it would. But why is that? What was it about the … This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit www.murderunpacked.com (https://www.murderunpacked.com?utm_medium=podcast&utm_campaign=CTA_1)

2. 

   27 Oct 2026

   Jack the Ripper Part 3: Polly Nichols

   Just over three weeks after Martha Tabram was murdered, another woman was found dead on the streets of Whitechapel. Her name was Mary Ann Nichols, but she was commonly known as Polly. And as always, before we get to what happened to her, I want to start with the woman herself. Polly Polly was born Mary Ann Walker in London in 1845. Her father was a blacksmith and, at the age of eighteen, she married a printer called William Nichols. They went on to have five children together. For a time, they appeared to have something resembling a settled family life. But the marriage eventually broke down. Exactly why depends on whose account you believe. William later blamed Polly’s drinking. Her father accepted that alcohol had become a problem, but claimed William had started a relationship with the woman who had nursed Polly after the birth of their youngest child. Whatever the truth, by around 1880 the marriage was effectively over. The years that followed were difficult. Polly moved in and out of workhouses and cheap accommodation. There were periods when she seems to have been homeless. Her drinking continued. And there is evidence that she was earning money through prostitution. William had initially continued to support her financially after they separated but later stopped when he discovered she was working as a prostitute. But Polly’s life wasn’t simply one long downward spiral. There were attempts to start again. Only a few months before she died, the matron at Lambeth Workhouse found her employment as a domestic servant with a family in Wandsworth. And for a while, things seem to have gone well. Polly even wrote to her father, telling him she had settled into her new job, that the family were nice people and that she wasn’t being worked too hard. It sounds like a woman who believed she might finally be getting somewhere. But it didn’t last. A few weeks later, Polly left the house after stealing clothing from her employers. By August she was back in the world of workhouses and common lodging houses. By the end of that month, she was staying around Whitechapel. Polly was about five feet two inches tall, with brown hair beginning to turn grey, brown eyes and high cheekbones. Her friend Emily Holland described her as a clean woman who kept herself to herself. She was 43 years old. And on the night of Thursday 30 August 1888, Polly needed fourpence. The price of a bed for the night. The Last Night It had been a wet night, with heavy rain, thunder and lightning over London. Polly had been drinking and sometime around half past one in the morning, returned to a common lodging house at 18 Thrawl Street. But when the deputy asked for the fourpence needed for a bed, Polly didn’t have it. So, she was told she would have to leave. You might imagine she’d have been worried, but apparently not. Polly, who was wearing a new bonnet, laughed and told the deputy, “I’ll soon get my doss money. See what a jolly bonnet I’ve got now.” And out into the night she went. Around an hour later, Polly was seen again. Emily Holland had been returning to the lodging house when she came across her near Whitechapel Church. Polly was clearly drunk. She was staggering and at one point slumped against the wall of a shop. Emily tried to persuade her to come back with her, but Polly refused. She told Emily that she’d already earned her lodging money three times that day and spent it. She seemed confident she could earn it again. Then Polly headed off along Whitechapel Road. It was around 2.30 in the morning. And that is the last confirmed sighting we have of her alive. What happened over the next hour or so, we simply don’t know. Where did Polly go? Who did she meet? Was she walking the streets looking for somebody willing to pay her for sex? Given her history and the fact she was specifically looking for money to pay for a bed, I think that is likely. But whatever happened during that missing hour, at some point Polly ended up in a narrow street called Buck’s Row. And she wasn’t alone. Buck’s Row There is something we need to understand before going any further, because the movements of the policemen that night become important. In 1888, uniformed constables didn’t simply wander around Whitechapel waiting for something to happen. They worked beats. A beat was a defined route through a particular area. The routes were measured, recorded and allocated to individual officers. At night, beats were generally shortened because that was when most crime took place. More officers were put onto the streets, and the idea was that the same areas would be passed through more frequently. The beats also fitted alongside one another. That mattered because there were no radios. If an officer suddenly needed help, he needed another policeman to be close enough to respond. They also carried whistles which could be used to summon assistance. At night they also carried lamps and, as we are about to see, those lamps could be used to signal another officer nearby. At around 3.15 that morning, PC John Neil passed through Buck’s Row as part of his beat. There was nothing there. Around the same time, another officer, Sergeant Kirby, also passed through. Again, nothing attracted his attention, which is important. Because roughly half an hour later, a man called Charles Cross walked into Buck’s Row on his way to work. Charles was a carman, essentially a delivery driver, employed by Pickfords. As he made his way along the street, he noticed something lying near a gateway. At first, in the darkness, he thought it was a piece of tarpaulin. Then he moved closer and saw it was in fact a woman. As Charles stood there, he heard another man approaching, Robert Paul, also a carman on his way to work. Robert later said his first reaction on seeing Charles standing in the dark was concern. This was an area where robberies and gang attacks happened. But Charles called him over and the two men went to the woman lying on the ground. Her clothes had been pulled up almost to her stomach. Lying on the ground next to her was a bonnet. Charles felt her hands, which were cold, and he thought she was dead. Robert touched her face and then placed a hand on her chest. He thought he might be able to feel some movement. Maybe she was still breathing. The street was dark and neither man could see any injuries. They were also late for work so, rather than stay, they decided to find a policeman. A few minutes later they came across PC Jonas Mizen. And Mizen happened to be doing something that sounds rather strange today. He was knocking people up. Before alarm clocks became commonplace, people still needed some way of getting up for work. And one solution was to pay somebody to wake you. Residents would sometimes pay a police officer a small amount each week, and he would remember which house needed waking and at what time. It was officially allowed, provided it didn’t interfere with their police duties. So in the early hours of 31 August 1888, while Charles and Robert were looking for help, PC Mizen was knocking on doors to wake local people for work. The pair told him about the woman in Buck’s Row. Then Charles and Robert continued on their way. Meanwhile, PC John Neil was coming back through Buck’s Row on his beat. Only this time, something had changed. There was now a woman lying beside the gateway. Neil raised his lamp and, unlike Charles and Robert, he could see what had happened. There was blood coming from her throat. He touched her arm. Although her hands were cold, her arm was still warm. Neil knew another constable should be nearby. PC John Thain was working an adjoining beat, so Neil used his lamp to signal him. Thain saw the signal and came across. Neil then sent him for Dr Henry Llewellyn. By the time the doctor arrived, there was nothing he could do. The doctor could see that she’d had her throat cut. Polly was dead. He instructed the officers to remove her body to the mortuary so she could be examined more fully. The Scene Police checked the surrounding area. There was no trail of blood suggesting she had been killed somewhere else and moved. There were no wheel marks indicating that a cart had brought her there. The conclusion was that Polly had been murdered exactly where she was found. That creates one immediate problem. People lived only feet away. Across from the body was a house occupied by a woman and her family. She described herself as a light sleeper and heard nothing. Nearby was Essex Wharf, where the manager lived with his wife, children and servant. His bedroom looked out towards the street and he heard nothing either. A nightwatchman working only about 30 yards away also heard nothing. There was also a slaughterhouse nearby where men were working during the night. Again, nobody heard a woman screaming or fighting for her life. And when we get to Polly’s injuries, that silence becomes very important. Even after Polly’s body had been taken to the mortuary, the full extent of what had happened to her was not immediately apparent. Inspector John Spratling arrived at the mortuary shortly afterwards and examined the body more closely. It was Spratling who discovered that Polly’s abdomen had been cut open and her intestines were protruding. He immediately sent for Dr Llewellyn to return. Only then did it become clear that this had been far more than a fatal attack to the throat. But before we get to the full extent of Polly’s injuries, there is one thing I should deal with. Charles Cross is a name that comes up a lot in modern discussions about Jack the Ripper. His real surname was Lechmere, and some people see his use of the name Cross as suspicious. I don’t. Cross was his stepfather’s surname and he’d used it before. More importantly, he gave police his correct address, remained at the scene long enough to involve Robert Paul, went looking for a policeman and later gave evidence. Having spent thirty years dealing with criminals and looking at what people do before and after serious offences, I see nothing in his behaviour that makes me think he was anything other than a man who happened to find Polly shortly after she was killed. The Injuries Dr Llewellyn later carried out a post-mortem examination. Polly had bruising to both sides of her face, including an injury to the lower jaw which Dr Llewellyn thought could have been caused by a blow or pressure from a thumb. Her throat had been cut twice. One cut was around four inches long. The second was twice that length and much deeper, slicing through the major blood vessels and almost reaching her spine. The injuries to her abdomen were even more extensive. There was a deep, jagged wound to her lower abdomen, with other cuts across and down her body. Inspector John Spratling also recorded two small stab wounds to her genital area. Although Polly’s intestines were found to be protruding from her abdomen, no organs had been removed. All the injuries appeared to have been caused with the same knife. What stands out is what wasn’t there. There were no obvious injuries suggesting Polly had fought back. Yet she had been attacked with extreme violence, disembowelled in the street and left only feet from sleeping residents. Nobody heard her scream. Nobody heard a struggle. That silence is important when we start trying to work out how the killer did it. What I Think Happened With Martha Tabram, I introduced the idea of separating what a killer needs to do from what he actually wants to do. Neutralisation and Main Act. Neutralisation is practical. The offender needs to stop the victim fighting back. Stop them escaping. Stop them screaming. Because only then can he move on to whatever it is he really wants to do. With Martha, I thought the stab through the heart may have served that purpose. If the same person killed Polly, something has changed. This time, the throat is cut. And when I look at Polly’s murder, I think the neck wounds were the Neutralisation. The abdominal injuries simply don’t make sense as the first stage of this attack. If somebody starts cutting into the abdomen of a conscious woman, she is going to move. She is going to fight. And she is almost certainly going to make noise. Yet nobody heard anything. The throat wounds are different. They could stop Polly extremely quickly, allowing everything that followed to happen in near silence. The next question is how. How do you get close enough to a woman to inflict that kind of injury without her reacting first? Polly may have been standing, or she may already have been on the ground. If she was standing, I struggle with the idea of the killer simply facing her and overpowering her without a fight. I’ve restrained plenty of people during my policing career. Trying to control somebody face-on is difficult. They can step backwards. Turn. Drop their weight. Push you away. There are lots of ways to resist. And we don’t have evidence of that sort of struggle with Polly. If the killer attacked while they were standing, I think being behind her would make far more sense. But there is another possibility which, to me, fits the circumstances better. Polly was already lying on her back. Think about why she was out that night. She needed fourpence for a bed. She had a history of prostitution. She’d already told Emily Holland she’d earned the money several times that day and believed she could earn it again. So, on the balance of probabilities, I think Polly met a man who offered to pay her for sex. And if so, we shouldn’t imagine them only trying to find somewhere secluded. In that part of Whitechapel, sex was often taking place outside. In yards, passages, dark corners of the street, and even doorways. I know that because, more than a century later, I policed those same streets and came across sex workers with clients in exactly those sorts of places. Sometimes with little regard for who might be passing by. So, the idea of Polly agreeing to have sex with a man in Buck’s Row would not have been unusual. And if she did, she may have willingly put herself in the very position the killer needed. That means he doesn’t need to overpower her. She goes with him willingly. She takes him somewhere quiet. And she allows him to get physically close, possibly even on top of her. That immediately changes the dynamics. His bodyweight helps control her. His hands are close to her face and neck. She cannot easily see what he’s doing. And if he has a concealed knife, he can easily produce it. The bruising around Polly’s jaw becomes interesting here. Dr Llewellyn thought the injuries suggested pressure from a hand or fingers. So, I can imagine a situation where Polly is on her back, the killer above her, one hand controlling her face and mouth while the other uses the knife. The throat is cut. She is neutralised. And then the real purpose of the attack begins. The Main Act Because once Polly’s throat has been cut, there is no need to open her abdomen to kill her. That serves another purpose. This is what I described with Martha as the Main Act. The behaviour the killer actually wants to carry out. With Martha, that involved repeated stabbing. With Polly, something has changed. Her abdomen has been opened. The attack goes has gone further. But again, we see injuries to the genital area. If Martha and Polly were killed by the same man, I think that change is significant. More than three weeks have passed. Three weeks in which the killer could think about what he’d done. Relive it. Think about what he wanted to do differently. Think about what he wanted to do next. People who seek excitement tend not to stand still. What once gave them a rush gradually stops being enough. They push things further. I think the same can happen with an offender whose crimes are driven by what I call the pull of emotion. The purpose of the violence is to experience something. Power. Control. Sexual gratification. Excitement. Whatever the precise emotion is, the act has to keep delivering it. So, if this is the same killer, perhaps stabbing Martha was no longer enough. Now he wants to open the body. There is another thing I would keep in mind. Polly had two wounds to the throat. Both began on the same side, but one was much longer than the other. Could that indicate the killer needed two attempts? Had he moved from stabbing Martha through the heart to cutting Polly’s throat because he had found a better way of neutralising a victim? Was he still learning? Possibly. Or it could simply mean Martha was killed by somebody else. At this stage, I wouldn’t decide. That comes later. What I would do is record what now stands out. A woman who was almost certainly trying to earn enough money for somewhere to sleep. A killer who appears to have been able to get close to her without causing alarm. A murder carried out in the street, within feet of other people, without anybody hearing it. Deep cuts to the throat capable of neutralising her extremely quickly. Violence to the abdomen after she had already been overcome. Further injury to the genital area. And, if Martha was killed by the same man, the possible development in both his method and what he wanted to do to the body is highly significant to me as an investigator. Polly’s murder, and the increased level of violence, was beginning to spread fear through Whitechapel. Among the women working the streets, one name was starting to be mentioned. Not Jack the Ripper. Leather Apron. A man with a reputation for violence towards prostitutes. The police believed they knew who he was and were trying to find him. But just eight days later, another woman would be found murdered. Her name was Annie Chapman. Thanks for reading/listening to Murder Unpacked. Until next time. Take care. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit www.murderunpacked.com (https://www.murderunpacked.com?utm_medium=podcast&utm_campaign=CTA_1)

3. 

   20 Oct 2026

   Chris Watts: Truth or Lies?

   As I approached the car I gestured for the driver to join me on the pavement. In the UK, the police don’t normally speak to you through the window, it’s much safer to both be standing. That way you can see their hands, and they’re not able to suddenly speed away in the car. This was early in my career, when I was still in uniform. The man was on his own, and so was I. I hadn’t stopped him for anything he’d done wrong. It was just what we call a routine check. I can’t even remember now what brought him to my attention. So, here we were. I introduced myself, with the usual smile I always gave to people. It’s far better talking to a relaxed person than an agitated one. He smiled back, but there was something not quite right about him. He gave me his name, date of birth and address, all of which seemed to come naturally to him. But my gut was telling me there was something off. Do you have ID on you? A driver’s licence, credit card? No No problem, I’ll check the car. It wasn’t registered to anybody. No worries. If you give me the phone number of someone you know, I’ll get my control room to give them a call so they can confirm what you’re telling me. He couldn’t remember one (and this was before the days of mobile phones). The more I pressed, the more his smile faded. I was starting to get a bad feeling. I was on my own and looking at the size of him, I wasn’t sure how it would turn out if things went south, so I discreetly asked for back up. Then I brought out my trusted curve ball question. So, what star sign are you? He just looked at me. Then I saw his eyes flicker over my shoulder. I knew what was coming. He suddenly turned and was about to run, when I jumped on him, both of us going to the floor. I’m glad I wasn’t in the position of today’s police, with people filming arrests and plastering them all over the internet, because I’m not sure how dignified I’d have looked rolling around on the floor with him. Thankfully, my back-up didn’t take long to join me, and we soon had him detained. Why had he tried to get away? The name, date of birth and address he’d given me were all false. He was wanted for stabbing someone a few days earlier. I had no idea when I stopped him. But that’s not the point of this story. It was nothing special. In fact, I could’ve chosen any number of similar incidents. The point is, I was using something a mentor told me when I first joined. Don’t try to prove a person is lying, try and prove they’re telling the truth. Because that’s the best way to unmask a liar. And it was something I carried with me throughout my career. Monday 13th August 2018 At around 1.40pm on this day, Officer Scott Coonrod was sent to 2825 Saratoga Trail in Frederick, Colorado, to carry out a welfare check. It was the home of Chris and Shanann Watts, and their two daughters, Bella aged 4 and Celeste aged 3. A friend of Shanann, Nickole Atkinson, had called the police out of concern. When the officer arrived, Nickole was there and told him she had dropped Shanann home at around 1.48am after a business trip to Arizona. Shanann was 15 weeks pregnant, had not been feeling well, had failed to attend a 10am doctor’s appointment and was not responding to calls or messages. Nickole had gone to the house with her adult son, Nicolas. They had seen Shanann’s Lexus in the garage, with the children’s car seats still inside. She had already contacted Chris Watts who had agreed to make his way home. When Watts arrived, he gave Officer Coonrod permission to enter and search for Shanann, Bella and Celeste. They were not there. Other items belonging to Shanann were found in the house. Her purse was there. Her wallet contained her driving licence, cash and bank cards. Her mobile phone was found between cushions of a sofa in the upstairs loft area. Watts gave police permission to examine it, and Officer Coonrod recorded that there had been no outgoing calls from the phone that morning. Nickole told him that it was extremely unusual for Shanann to leave without her phone because she used it for work and normally took it everywhere. Watts’ account was that Shanann had arrived home from her trip at around 2am. He had been asleep and woke at around 5am to get ready for work. He and Shanann then began talking about separating. According to Watts, the conversation was civil. They weren’t arguing, although both were emotional. He said they had been talking about separating for several weeks. He said that at around 5.27am he backed his work truck towards the garage to load tools. Shanann was still in bed at that point and had told him she was going to take the girls to a friend’s house. He said he hadn’t asked which friend. He then drove to an Anadarko oil-well site beyond Hudson, where he was alone for a period of time. Later, Detective Dave Baumhover asked Watts to walk him through the period when he had last seen Shanann. Watts gave a broadly similar account, but the detective recorded the separation conversation as taking place at approximately 4am, with both of them upset and crying. Watts again said Shanann had told him she was going to a friend’s house, and that he backed his truck into the driveway at approximately 5.27am before leaving for work. Detective Baumhover noted that the master bed had been stripped of its bedding, which was lying on the floor. The bedding was checked for signs of foul play, but nothing was found. The officers reported seeing nothing inside the house, vehicles or garage that gave the appearance of an altercation. Officer Coonrod began checking with neighbours to establish whether anyone had seen somebody coming or going. A neighbour showed him footage from his home CCTV system that showed Nickole’s car leaving at 1.48am. At 5.27am, it showed Watts’ work truck backing into the driveway and leaving a short time later. The rear of Watts’ truck was obscured by the garage from the camera’s view. It also showed no other vehicles coming or going from the house. Officer Coonrod also recorded some observations about Watts. He described his demeanour as nonchalant. He said Watts asked whether he should go and look for his family. Officer Coonrod told him to remain there for the time being. He noted that Watts didn’t ask again and didn’t appear overly concerned. He also said Watts mentioned the garage door being left open at least three times, which the officer found unusual. Nickole gave a different assessment. She told the officer she thought Watts appeared extremely nervous. Shanann’s mother called while Officer Coonrod was at the house. She was adamant Watts had done something and told him to check the GPS on Watts’ work truck. The officer was able to establish that the work truck did indeed have GPS. Officer Coonrod also canvassed the neighbourhood. Nobody he spoke to reported seeing vehicles coming or going or anything unusual. At the same time, he asked residents to provide footage from any CCTV cameras they may have had. He also circulated a welfare-check BOLO for Shanann and the children, meaning other officers in the area knew to be on the lookout for them. Shanann’s phone was transported to Frederick Police Department for examination. By the end of Monday, police hadn’t located Shanann, Bella or Celeste. Tuesday 14th August 2018 By Tuesday morning, Shanann and the girls still hadn’t been found, and the investigation was beginning to grow. Frederick Police requested assistance from the Colorado Bureau of Investigation and the FBI. Officers continued searching the house and surrounding area, including using search dogs and a drone. Nothing was found that explained where Shanann and the girls were. But there were other things they could check. The previous day, police had established that Watts’ work truck was fitted with GPS. So, CBI Agent Tammy Lee contacted Watts’ workplace and requested the GPS information from the truck. Police were also continuing to investigate information coming in from the public. There was a reported sighting of Shanann and the girls, but when investigators viewed the CCTV footage they were satisfied it wasn’t them. That Tuesday evening, Watts voluntarily attended Frederick Police Department, where he was interviewed by FBI Special Agent Coder. This time, Watts was questioned in much greater detail. Watts said he and Shanann had not been getting along for around six weeks. He described the conversation they’d had after she returned from Arizona. Shanann had wanted to know what was wrong with him. He told her they were no longer compatible, and he wasn’t sure their marriage could continue. He said they were both crying. When asked by investigators if either of them had been having an affair, Watts said no. The agent then went back over Monday morning. Watts said he had left the house at around 5.30am. He described loading his work truck before leaving. He said he had driven directly to an Anadarko oil site known as Cervi 319. He hadn’t stopped anywhere along the way. When he arrived, he said he was alone for a period of time. Watts continued to maintain that when he left for work, Shanann and the girls were at home. He said Shanann had planned to take the girls to a friend’s house, although he didn’t know which friend. And he continued to say he had no idea where they were. The interview lasted several hours. Before the interview ended, Agent Coder asked Watts whether he would be willing to take a polygraph test. He agreed. It was arranged for the following day. During the evening, police took possession of Watts’ mobile phone so it could be examined. Watts also agreed to stay somewhere else that night so investigators could continue searching and examining the family home. By the end of Tuesday, Shanann, Bella and Celeste were still missing. Wednesday 15th August 2018 Early on Wednesday morning, police received some important information. CBI Agent Tammy Lee was contacted by the regional security manager at Anadarko, Watts’ employer. He told her he had found emails between Watts and a woman called Nichol Kessinger, who worked as a contractor for the company. The security manager said the emails suggested the two had been in a relationship since June. Later that morning, Watts returned to Frederick Police Department for the polygraph examination he had agreed to take. Before the test, Agent Lee went through his account again, and he maintained not knowing where Shanann and the girls were. Agent Lee then conducted the polygraph. She asked Watts whether he had physically caused Shanann’s disappearance, whether he was lying about the last time he had seen her and whether he knew where she was. Watts answered no to all three questions. Agent Lee assessed the results as showing deception. The questioning continued, during which Watts admitted to the affair. The investigators then told him they were already aware of this. They raised the possibility that Shanann may have done something to the children, but Watts rejected that suggestion. Later, Watts asked to speak to his father. Afterwards, he gave investigators a very different account. Watts now said he had told Shanann he wanted to separate and admitted he had been having an affair. He claimed he then saw Shanann strangling one of their daughters on a baby monitor. When he went into the room, he said both girls were blue and apparently dead. Watts said he then strangled Shanann to death. He told investigators he had put her body in his work truck, along with Bella and Celeste, and driven them to Cervi 319. Watts said he buried Shanann near the oil tanks and put Bella and Celeste inside separate tanks. Investigators showed him an aerial photograph of Cervi 319, and he marked the locations where the bodies could be found. Whilst the interview was taking place, police were already searching the Cervi 319 site. Using a drone they had found a bed sheet that matched other bedding recovered from the home. An area of disturbed earth was also identified. With the new information from Watts, the search became more focussed. The following day, the bodies were recovered. Shanann was found buried in the spot he’d identified. Bella and Celeste were recovered from separate oil tanks close by. That advice when I was a young, fresh-faced officer of don’t try to prove a person is lying, try and prove they’re telling the truth, was one of the most important nuggets of wisdom I ever received. The reason it was so valuable is simple. I can’t think of many professions where you’re lied to as often as the police. For virtually my whole career, no matter what role I was performing, somebody was trying to pull the wool over my eyes. Which must mean I can look at someone and know they’re lying, right? Nope. Not one bit. Now, this is just my own opinion, but I don’t believe anybody can know a person is lying simply from their body language, or whatever observational skills they use. And that’s because I don’t believe there are any foolproof tells that mean someone isn’t telling the truth. For this article I ran a quick internet search for signs a person is lying and this is a sample of what I found. Changes in speech pattern Saying too little Saying too much Avoiding eye contact Making too much eye contact Touching the face Fidgeting Standing unnaturally still Apart from the obvious contradictions in that list, there’s a fundamentally bigger problem. All those signs, that may or may not be because a person is lying, can also be signs of stress. So, if as a police officer, I’m questioning a person about something, where there could be significant consequences for that person depending on their answer, are they going to feel stress regardless of whether they’re telling the truth? Absolutely they will. I see the same when famous people are being interviewed on TV and there’s a topic they know everyone is tuning in to see what they have to say about it. When the interviewer gets to that topic, that person is naturally going to feel pressure, which can translate into any number of stress indicators. Then body language experts pick up on those signs to conclude they’re lying. Ignoring the amount of stress they must have been under when giving that answer. Don’t get me wrong, in my career I was absolutely looking out for those signs, but not as proof a person was lying to me, but as an indication I should be digging a little deeper. Because there’s a big difference between spotting something that makes you think a person might be lying and actually catching them in that lie. It’s not spotting a tic on someone’s face that will reveal them as a liar. It’s what comes next. Now you have to test what they’re saying. And for me there were three ways of doing that. Facts. Changes. Detail. Facts When a person lies, one thing they are in complete control of is the story. They don’t control everything else. A clever liar may try and align their story with the known facts, but there are things that are out of their control. For instance, questioning a murderer who is trying to talk their way out of the situation. To persuade you of their innocence. By the time you speak to them, they’ve probably had time to think about what they’re going to say. They will also have thought about what detectives can prove. So, rather than coming out with something a million miles from the truth, they will try and weave their lies into what happened. They will know about DNA and fingerprints, so may come up with an explanation that factors that in. They may know we can track the movement of mobile phones, so their story could include places they have been to. Any aspect of evidence that may later come up, a proficient liar may weave into their story in the hope of explaining it away. And this is what my mentor had meant all those years earlier. Don’t try to prove they’re lying. Try and prove they’re telling the truth. If they said they were at a particular location, is there CCTV to corroborate it? Are there witnesses? Does their car or phone track there? What about their explanations of physical interactions with the victim? What does the forensic evidence say? Does their account align with the post-mortem examination? Any aspect of a story I could attempt to verify, I would. And if I couldn’t? Well, that didn’t mean it was a definite lie, but I could start building that picture. I would bank it. I wasn’t necessarily going to challenge them there and then. I’d just put it away for later. Changes If you lie enough, you forget what you lied about. Or so the saying goes. It’s not absolutely correct, because there are people who could lie for their country. But there is an element of truth to it. Because if you’re going to lie to me, you have to remember what you’ve told me. Not just now. But tomorrow. Next week. Or whenever I ask you about it again. And that’s why I would always pay attention to changes in a person’s account. If you tell me one thing today, and something different tomorrow, I want to know why. That doesn’t mean you’re lying. People make mistakes. They remember things they’d forgotten. Sometimes they realise they got something wrong the first time. One way I would test this was by moving around in their story. If someone had given me an account in chronological order, I didn’t necessarily ask them to tell me exactly the same story in exactly the same way the next time. I might start somewhere in the middle. Ask what happened immediately before something they’d already told me about. Or work backwards through parts of their account. Sometimes I’d even pretend I hadn’t quite understood something, just to get them to tell me that part again. All the time, I was listening for changes. Because if their story changed, there was a reason for it. My job was to find out what that reason was. And if their account changed in a way that mattered, I’d bank that too. Detail With many of the liars I tripped up, it wasn’t because of the big things they’d made up. It was the little things they hadn’t considered. Because if you’re going to make up a story, you’re probably going to think about the obvious questions you might be asked. Where were you? Who were you with? What were you doing? You might even rehearse the answers in your head before you speak to me. But you can’t prepare for every question I might ask. And that’s where I would start drilling down into what we called the fine-grain detail. Say someone claims they were in a pub when the murder happened. You don’t just accept “I was in the pub.” You start drilling down: What time did you arrive? How did you get there? Who was working? What did you order? How did you pay? Where were you sitting? Who did you speak to? What time did you leave? How did you get home? All those little details that someone might not think about when they’re making up a story. And the more detail they gave me, the more I had to work with. Because now I had more things I could test. More things that had to remain consistent with what they’d already told me. And more things that had to fit with the facts. Again, not being able to remember something didn’t mean they were lying. Very few of us have photographic memories. But if something didn’t add up, that was another thing I could bank. And eventually it was time to use what I’d banked. If someone is absolutely committed to a lie, it can be difficult to get them to admit the truth, especially when there may be serious consequences. If I point out the odd fact that didn’t fit with their account or a couple of inconsistencies in their story, or some detail that was wrong, each of those may be brushed off. But by waiting to challenge them. Saving them all up and then presenting them all at the same time, you have a much better chance of making them reconsider their position. Of making them realise how flimsy their account now looks. I would take them back through what they had told me. The facts I couldn’t verify. The things that didn’t fit. The changes in their account. The detail that didn’t stand up. Then give them the opportunity to explain it. And this isn’t just theory. It was a technique I used time and time again. And it worked. But I wasn’t doing this as some kind of mind game, or ego trip to prove I could catch them out. It was done because unchecked lies can have serious consequences. If a witness lies, an innocent person could be wrongfully convicted. If an alibi witness lies, a guilty person may get away with their crime. And if I could get a suspect to move away from a false account, what they told me next could lead to important evidence being found. In the case of a murder, that can even include the recovery of a victim’s body. The post-mortem examinations provided investigators with another opportunity to test what Watts had told them. Shanann had died from manual strangulation. Bella and Celeste had died from smothering. Watts’ story would change again. He later admitted he had killed all three. His account was that he strangled Shanann at their home before taking her body to Cervi 319 in his work truck, with Bella and Celeste still alive. At the oil site, he buried Shanann and killed the two girls, before placing their bodies inside separate oil tanks. That was Watts’ account of what happened. On 6th November 2018, he pleaded guilty to murdering Shanann, Bella and Celeste, along with the unlawful termination of Shanann’s pregnancy. As part of the plea agreement, prosecutors agreed not to seek the death penalty. He was subsequently given five life sentences without the possibility of parole. In the UK, as is the case in the US, suspects have the right to remain silent. Many choose to exercise that right. But some don’t. Among those who went on to be found guilty, I saw a regular pattern. When they spoke, it was nearly always self-serving. It was to try and talk their way out of the situation. To try and explain something away. To minimise their actions. To provide a defence. Any number of reasons, but rarely to be completely open and honest about their crimes. Even after I’d exposed one lie, I never assumed what came next was the truth. And that’s why I have a problem with the various accounts Chris Watts has given of what happened inside that house. Some of what he says may be true. Some of it may not be. But as Chris Watts is the only person left who knows the answer, I’m not sure we will ever know which is which. Thanks for reading or listening to Murder Unpacked. Until next time. Take care. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit www.murderunpacked.com (https://www.murderunpacked.com?utm_medium=podcast&utm_campaign=CTA_1)

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   13 Oct 2026

   Jack the Ripper Part 2: Martha Tabram

   Four months after the death of Emma Smith, another woman was murdered in Whitechapel. Her name was Martha Tabram. And although her murder would later become tangled up in the story of Jack the Ripper, I want to resist doing what history so often does with these women: reducing them to a name on a list. Before Martha became a murder victim, she’d already lived quite a life. Martha Martha was born in Southwark on 10th May 1849, the youngest of five children. In 1869, she married Henry Samuel Tabram, a furniture warehouse foreman. They went on to have two sons: Frederick, born in 1871, and Charles the following year. But the marriage wasn’t a happy one. Martha drank heavily and, by 1875, Henry refused to continue living with her. For several years he continued to give her money, but their relationship deteriorated. Eventually, when Martha began living with another man, Henry stopped supporting her altogether. That other man was William Turner. Martha lived with Turner on and off for around nine years but, again, alcohol caused problems. William later told the inquest into Martha’s murder that whenever he gave her money, she spent it on drink. He said they would continually split up and get back together again until, around three weeks before Martha died, they broke up for the final time. By August 1888, Martha was living at a common lodging house, 19 George Street in Spitalfields. She tried to make money selling trinkets and other small items on the street. For women living as Martha was, there was often no single way of making an income. She needed money for drink, for food and, crucially, for somewhere to sleep. When selling stuff wasn’t enough, prostitution could be another way of finding the few pence needed to get through the night. Martha was five feet three inches tall, with dark hair and a dark complexion. She was 39 years old when she died. On Monday 6th August 1888, Martha went out into Whitechapel. It was Bank Holiday Monday. And it would be the last night of her life. The Murder Much of what we know about Martha’s final hours comes from another woman, Mary Ann Connelly, who was more commonly known as Pearly Poll. According to Pearly Poll, she had known Martha for around four or five months, and the pair would sometimes go out together looking for men willing to pay them for sex. That evening, she said they met two soldiers. One was a corporal and the other was a private. From around ten o’clock until shortly before midnight, the four drank together in several pubs around Whitechapel. Their final stop was the White Swan. At around 11.45 p.m., they separated. Pearly Poll went off with the corporal, while Martha went with the younger soldier. That was the last time she was seen alive. It’s worth keeping one thing in mind here. Pearly Poll’s account became central to the police investigation, but it was never independently verified. Detectives later visited the pubs where she claimed the group had been drinking but couldn’t find anyone who remembered seeing them together. Martha’s sister-in-law did remember seeing Martha going into the White Swan, but said she appeared to be alone. That doesn’t mean Pearly Poll was lying. The soldiers may already have been inside. But it does mean we should be careful about treating her account as fact. What we do know is that sometime during the early hours of Tuesday morning, Martha ended up inside George Yard Buildings, a large block of cheap rented rooms and home to dozens of working-class families and lodgers. At around 1.40 a.m., Elizabeth Mahoney returned home to Geroge Yard Buildings with her husband. Shortly afterwards she went back downstairs to buy some food. She noticed nothing unusual. At around two o’clock, PC Thomas Barrett was nearby when he saw a soldier. Barrett asked what he was doing and he told him he was waiting for a friend who had gone off with a girl. That may be important. Or it may have had absolutely nothing to do with Martha. At around 3.30 a.m., another resident, Alfred Crow, came home. As he made his way upstairs, he saw somebody lying on the first-floor landing. It was dark. And in a building like George Yard, finding someone sleeping in a communal area wasn’t unusual, so Alfred assumed the person was homeless or drunk and carried on to his room. More than an hour passed. Then another resident, John Reeves, came down the stairs on his way to work. By then there was more light. And this time there was no mistaking what was there. A woman lay on her back on the landing. And underneath her was a large pool of blood. John went looking for a policeman and found PC Barrett, the same officer who had spoken to the soldier a few hours earlier. PC Barrett made his way to George Yard Buildings where he could see that the woman appeared dead. Her hands were clenched. Her clothes had been pushed up towards the middle of her body. Her lower body was exposed. Her legs were apart. The position gave Barrett the impression that sexual activity might recently have taken place. As per procedure, he sent for a local doctor, Dr Timothy Killeen. Killeen examined Martha and, having confirmed she was dead, instructed for her body to be taken to the local mortuary where he would later carry out a post-mortem examination. There was nothing to suggest Martha’s body had been moved there. Everything pointed to her having been killed on that landing. The soldiers remained the obvious line of enquiry. Barrett was later taken to the Tower of London to see if he could identify the soldier he had spoken to. He eventually picked out two men, but both had alibis. There were problems connecting that soldier to the men described by Pearly Poll. She later said the soldiers she and Martha had been with were Coldstream Guards, while Barrett had seen a Grenadier. Pearly Poll was also taken to identification parades. She eventually picked out two Coldstream Guards she said she was quite positive were the men she and Martha had been drinking with. Again, both had alibis. So, despite considerable effort, the police were never able to identify the soldiers described by either witness. Post-Mortem Before we get to what Dr Killeen found, there are two things worth knowing. First, the doctors carrying out these post-mortems were not forensic pathologists in the way we would understand that role today. They were ordinary doctors, working with the medical knowledge and techniques available at the time. Second, the mortuary was nothing like the sort of place we might picture today. Martha’s body was taken to the Whitechapel mortuary, a very basic facility that could better be described as a shed. So, Dr Killeen’s examination was very different from anything we would expect today. What he found was that Martha had been stabbed 39 times. They were spread across her body. Her lungs had been stabbed several times. So had her liver, spleen and stomach. There were also wounds to her neck and her genital area. But one wound was different. A blade had been driven through her breastbone and into her heart. And Dr Killeen didn’t think that wound had been caused by the same weapon as the others. He believed most of the injuries had been inflicted with a small knife. Something like a penknife. But the stab wound to the heart he believed was made by a much stronger blade, maybe a dagger or a bayonet. And if Dr Killeen was right, two different weapons had been used during the same attack, which is important. That stab wound to the heart would have been fatal. He also said he found no indication that sexual intercourse had taken place. He also found no signs of a struggle. Those are the medical findings. Now we come to the part that interests me most. What do they actually tell us about the crime? What I think happened Whenever I investigated a murder, I was always trying to understand what may actually have happened. Not just how somebody died, but what was happening between the victim and the killer. How did they come together? What happened first? How was the victim controlled? What was the killer trying to achieve? And what does the way they behaved tell us about the person responsible? You are never going to know every detail. But by looking at the scene, the injuries and the circumstances together, you can often build a picture of what may have taken place. And that matters. Because the clearer that picture becomes, the more you begin to understand the behaviour of the person responsible. And that can tell you where the investigation should go next. So that is what I want to do with Martha. There are some murders where I think it helps to separate what the killer needed to do from what he actually wanted to do. In most murders, that distinction simply isn’t there. Someone is stabbed during an argument. Someone is shot. Someone is beaten to death. The violence that kills the person is essentially the event itself. But there is another type of murder where killing the victim serves a different purpose. We often see this with offenders who kill because of what I call the pull of emotion. If you listened to my episode on the Idaho murders, you will have heard me describe that before. It is where the offender is seeking to experience something through what they do. Power. Control. Sexual gratification. Excitement. Domination. And importantly, the killing itself isn’t always the part that gives them what they want. Sometimes the victim needs to be killed, or at least rendered incapable of resisting, so the offender can do what he really came there to do. That first stage is what I call Neutralisation. Its purpose is practical. Stop the victim fighting back. Stop them escaping. Stop them screaming. And do it quickly enough that the offender can move on to whatever comes next without attracting attention. The method can vary. One killer may strangle. Another may strike the victim over the head. And if you read my article on the Yorkshire Ripper, you may remember he used a hammer to achieve this. Another may cut the throat. For the killer, the method is less important than its purpose. The victim has to be neutralised. Only then can the offender move on to what I call the Main Act. And that is different. That is the behaviour he actually wants to carry out. It may involve sex. It may involve mutilation. It may involve repeated cutting or stabbing. It may involve removing body parts. It may simply involve doing something to the victim once they can no longer resist. So, the two stages serve very different purposes. Neutralisation is what he needs to do. The Main Act is what he wants to do. And when I look at Martha’s murder, that distinction helps make sense of something that otherwise seems very difficult to explain. This was an extremely violent attack. Martha had been stabbed 39 times. Yet nobody heard it happen. People were sleeping only feet away and didn’t hear a thing. I find it extremely difficult to believe that a conscious woman was stabbed nearly forty times on that landing without making enough noise for somebody nearby to hear. She may have been asleep, or unconscious, when the attack began. But when I look at the injuries, I think there is a more plausible explanation. The medical evidence can’t tell us the order in which those wounds were inflicted. But when I look at what happened, I think the stab wound through Martha’s heart was the first wound and that it stopped her almost immediately, allowing the killer to inflict the remaining wounds without the same fear of being heard. In other words, I think that was the Neutralisation. And the fact it was caused by a different weapon is central to why I think that. Dr Killeen believed most of Martha’s injuries had been caused by a small knife. The heart wound was different. A much stronger blade had passed through the breastbone and into the heart. That stab wound would have been fatal. Now think about that from the killer’s point of view. If you intend to stop somebody quickly with a single thrust to the heart, you need a weapon capable of doing it. The heart is protected by the ribcage. A small penknife is not the obvious choice. Something like a dagger is. But even then, the killer still has a problem. How does he get close enough to Martha to use it without her realising what is about to happen? Her position when she was found may give us the answer. Martha was lying on her back. Her clothing had been pushed up. Her legs were apart. PC Barrett thought sexual activity may recently have taken place, although Killeen found no evidence of intercourse. But intercourse did not have to happen. If Martha had gone into George Yard with a man intending to have sex, she may have willingly placed herself in exactly the position he needed. And if Pearly Poll is to be believed, she and Martha were out that night looking for men willing to pay them for sex, so that makes sense. Once they were on that landing, he could get on top of her. His body weight could pin her beneath him. At that distance she would have had very little time to react. He could reach for a concealed weapon without making an obvious movement. And when he struck, he was close enough to control her mouth and stop her screaming. For me, that provides an explanation for the contradiction at the heart of this murder. Extreme violence carried out in almost complete silence. It also helps explain the weapon. Repeated stabbing would be a terrible way to neutralise somebody quietly. It creates movement. Resistance. Noise. Risk. A deliberate single thrust to the heart is very different. And in my view, that was only the first part of the attack. If I’m right about the sequence, once Martha had been neutralised the killer didn’t stop. He stabbed her more than thirty times. That, for me, is the Main Act. And the choice of weapon tells us something. Killeen described the other weapon as more like a penknife. A small blade. The killer had already used a much stronger weapon capable of passing through bone and into the heart. So why change to something smaller? For me, that suggests it wasn’t the damage that mattered to him. It was the action itself. The repeated plunging of the knife into Martha’s body. Again. And again. And again. I think that was what mattered to him. Then look at where some of those wounds were directed. There were repeated injuries to the abdomen. There were injuries to the neck. And there was an injury to Martha’s genital area. That last one immediately stands out to me. In all my years investigating murder, I never encountered a female murder victim who had been deliberately stabbed in the genitals. It’s a highly unusual injury. Now, in terms of the emotion he was seeking, can I tell you exactly what that was? No. Power? Control? Sexual gratification? Excitement? Perhaps one of those. Perhaps more than one. But I don’t think we need to give it a precise label. What matters is that these later injuries were simply not necessary to overcome Martha. They were overkill. Serving a completely different purpose. And that brings us back to the two weapons. Some people might look at that and wonder whether there were two attackers. That is possible. But one person can carry two knives. And if that is what happened here, there is an explanation that makes more sense to me. They had different jobs. One strong enough to stop Martha quickly. Another used for the repeated stabbing that followed. And that points towards preparation. It suggests the killer went there already equipped to do what he intended to do. That is where this kind of reconstruction becomes useful to an investigation. Once I have that picture in my mind, I start asking where else I have seen the same behaviour. Has somebody used a stab wound to the heart to quickly subdue a victim before? Have there been other attacks involving repeated stabbing with a smaller blade? Any involving injury to the genital area? Any crimes where more than one weapon was used? And I wouldn’t only be looking at murders. I’d be looking for earlier attacks where the victim survived as well. Unusual behaviour can help link crimes. And linked crimes can point towards a suspect. There is one other feature I would keep in mind. The wounds to Martha’s neck. One account described nine injuries there. I wouldn’t try to force an explanation for them at this stage. But I would remember them. If this killer was thinking about how best to neutralise a victim, was he experimenting? Was the stab to the heart a method he tried and later abandoned? Were the injuries to the neck part of that process? Or is Martha’s murder completely unconnected to what came later? At this point, I wouldn’t decide. I would simply record what stands out. A woman who appears to have gone willingly to the place where she was killed. A murderer who carried out an extraordinarily violent attack within feet of sleeping residents without being heard. A method of quickly neutralising his victim. A separate phase of violence that served a different purpose. Repeated wounds to the abdomen. An injury to the genital area. Wounds to the neck. And two weapons which, to me, appear to have had two different purposes. Those are the things I would have wanted in my mind as the investigation moved forward. Because just over three weeks later, another woman would be found murdered on the streets of Whitechapel. Her name was Mary Ann Nichols. Thank you for reading this article. Until next time Take care This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit www.murderunpacked.com (https://www.murderunpacked.com?utm_medium=podcast&utm_campaign=CTA_1)

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   6 Oct 2026

   Yorkshire Ripper: The Legacy

   Mention the Yorkshire Ripper investigation to almost anyone and several things will come to mind. Most will think first of the murders. The crimes were truly abhorrent. Others will remember the mistakes made during the investigation. But for me, as someone who investigated murders years after Sutcliffe was caught, I find myself thinking about something very different. Not what happened during the investigation. But what happened because of it. In the early hours of 30th October 1975, detectives were called to Scott Hall Road, Leeds, after the body of a woman was discovered on waste ground beside the carriageway. She had been struck repeatedly to the head before being stabbed numerous times. At that stage, there was nothing to suggest the investigation would become one of the largest murder enquiries in British history. The victim was identified as 28-year-old Wilma McCann. As detectives began building a picture of Wilma’s life, they established she was a mother of four young children who lived just a short distance away. In fact, her home could almost be seen from where her body was found. Their enquiries revealed that Wilma occasionally engaged in sex work to make ends meet. When she failed to return home, her eldest child took the younger children out to look for her. A neighbour later found them cold and distressed at a nearby bus stop. Detectives had very little forensic evidence to work with, as DNA profiling was still years away. Standing beside Wilma McCann’s body, detectives had no reason to believe they were investigating anything other than a single, brutal murder. But as further attacks occurred, detectives began to recognise disturbing similarities. The victims were attacked at night, often after being alone with the killer. He typically struck them from behind with a hammer before using a knife, and many of the women were known to engage in sex work. The consistency of the attacks left detectives in little doubt they were dealing with a serial killer. Serial murder is rare in the UK. When it does happen, it attracts enormous media attention. As the investigation grew, the media gave the unknown killer a name. Drawing comparisons with the Whitechapel murders a century earlier, they dubbed him the Yorkshire Ripper. That name, combined with the way many of the victims were portrayed in the media as sex workers, made the attacks seem as though they were happening to ‘other people’. But in June 1977, that belief was shattered. The next victim was 16-year-old Jayne MacDonald, a shop assistant who had spent the evening with friends before beginning the walk home. She never made it. Like the women before her, she was attacked from behind with a hammer before being stabbed. Her body was found the following morning in a playground. She became the seventh victim of the Yorkshire Ripper. As detectives, we often talk about public confidence and public fear. Jayne’s murder had a huge impact on both. Until then, many people believed the killer was targeting a particular group of women. That changed almost overnight. Suddenly, nobody felt quite as safe as they had before. For detectives, the similarities to the earlier murders were obvious. But there was one crucial difference. Jayne wasn’t involved in sex work. That was a significant development in the investigation. When police investigate a serial killer, they’re not just trying to catch them. They’re also trying to prevent the next murder. An apparent change in the killer’s choice of victim meant the measures already in place had to be reassessed. Over the next three years, a further six women were murdered, bringing the total number of victims to thirteen. Some were involved in sex work, others not. There were also attacks where the victim survived. These women became an invaluable source of information that might help identify the killer. How he spoke. The words he used. How he approached his victims. How he escaped. Even what he smelled like, whether he smoked, or whether he appeared familiar with the area. Individually, those details might seem insignificant. Together, they could help bring detectives closer to catching him. Importantly, if detectives developed a credible suspect, these women might be able to pick him out in an identity parade. Now, you may be asking yourself, “why hasn’t he been arrested by this stage?” There were five years between the first murder and the last. At least thirteen women were murdered, and around half as many again who survived the attacks. That meant around twenty opportunities to secure the evidence needed to catch him. All those crime scenes with the potential for clues. Countless witnesses, including some who might be able to pick the suspect out. Surely, they had opportunities to catch this killer? And it is a perfectly reasonable question to ask. The thing is, every opportunity to find that breakthrough piece of evidence also generated more information for detectives to assess, record and follow up. In many ways it’s hard to comprehend just how much work an enquiry like this generates. There were hundreds of detectives working on the investigation, each producing witness statements, reports and countless other documents as they carried out enquiries. The enquiry generated around a quarter of a million names. I can only imagine how many documents and exhibits those enquiries produced. To put the sheer volume into context, at one police station where the enquiry was being run, the floor of the room used to store the documentation had to be reinforced to take the weight. An absolutely colossal amount of information. All on paper. There were no computers. Everything had to be recorded, indexed and cross-referenced by hand. The challenge wasn’t a lack of information. It was finding the one piece that mattered. Added to that, the attacks were carried out across multiple police forces, each with their own investigations. It was hard enough to keep track of the information within one force, let alone across several. So, as much as every attack created new opportunities. It also created an enormous amount of new work. Earlier, I mentioned Jack the Ripper. His murders took place around 90 years before those committed by the Yorkshire Ripper. Yet, in many respects, the methods available to catch a serial killer hadn’t changed as much as you might think. The biggest advance was the use of fingerprints. But if an offender took care not to leave them behind, they offered little help. If we fast forward less than 40 years to the murder investigations I worked on, the opportunities available to detectives were a world apart. DNA. CCTV. ANPR. Mobile phone analysis. Digital forensics. Methods that would have seemed like science fiction to the detectives investigating the Yorkshire Ripper. That’s why I think it’s unfair to judge them by today’s standards. Before I go any further, it’s worth saying that I’ve deliberately not covered every victim and every attack. Not because they’re any less important, but because this isn’t intended to be a complete account of the case. My focus is on the investigation itself and some of the key moments that shaped it. One of those moments came in March 1978. By then, detectives had been investigating for almost three years. Eight women had been murdered, and several others had survived attacks. They were under enormous pressure. Not just from the public, but from themselves. Every day the killer remained unidentified carried the possibility of another attack. And just picture what it felt like being one of those detectives when news filtered through that there was a new victim. I’ve been there. For me, it wasn’t a serial killer, but a series of linked sexual assaults. And over several weeks rather than several years. But each time I heard we had a new victim, it increased the pressure I felt to catch him before he could hurt anyone else. I can only imagine what that must have been like when the victims were being murdered. So, I think it’s important to bear that pressure in mind when looking at what happened next. Detectives began receiving communications from someone claiming responsibility for the murders. Over the course of the next year, detectives received several letters and a tape-recorded message, apparently from the same person. The first letter began, “Dear Sir, I am Jack the Ripper.” The voice recording was to have a significant impact on the whole investigation. For the first time they had something they could actively investigate, a voice. When investigating murders, especially those that are high-profile, you receive all kinds of messages. Some are made up. Others are well intentioned but wrong. Occasionally, one contains the piece of information you need to solve the case. The problem is working out which is which. One way of assessing that is by comparing what a person is saying with what you already know. If there’s corroboration, you might prioritise what they’re telling you, especially if it contains information that hasn’t been made public. And that’s the position detectives now found themselves in. Whoever this man was, he appeared to know things about the murders that he shouldn’t. The kind of details detectives thought only the killer, or someone very close to the investigation, would know. They suspected this really could be the killer. That meant committing significant resources to identifying and arresting him. But where do they start? Well, the man on the recording had a very distinctive accent from the Sunderland area in North-East England, also known as Wearside. So, whoever he was, he became known as Wearside Jack. Earlier I outlined just how large this enquiry had become. Detectives could ill afford to divert officers away from the main investigation, but what choice did they have? If this really was the killer, they had to do whatever it took. Imagine if they had ignored the correspondence and it really had come from the killer. Thousands of men were asked to provide voice samples. People whose voices resembled the recording were investigated. The recording was played publicly in the hope somebody would recognise the voice. All of which generated even more information to add to what was already there. But none of that work brought detectives any closer to the real killer. Because the tape and letters were a complete fabrication. That distracted detectives in a way they simply couldn’t afford. It also meant they were looking in the wrong direction. Time and effort were being devoted to finding a man with a Wearside accent rather than following other lines of enquiry. Because the real killer didn’t have a Wearside accent. He had a Yorkshire one. And despite that error in judgement, the right man, Peter Sutcliffe, was arrested in January 1981. What began as an arrest for an unrelated offence quickly became something very different. Thanks to some outstanding police work following his arrest, officers uncovered evidence linking Sutcliffe to the murders. When confronted with it, he admitted responsibility for the attacks. In any large investigation, this is a nervous time for detectives. I’ve experienced it myself. Having spent years looking for a suspect, you now believe you’ve got them. The next stage is to see whether their name has appeared during the enquiry. Very often, it has, in some capacity. What about Peter Sutcliffe? Was his name in that enormous amount of paperwork? Yes. But not just once. He’d been interviewed by detectives on nine different occasions. At the start of this article, I said that when I think about these murders, it’s what came afterwards that my mind goes to. And there’s a very good reason for that. I joined the murder teams in 2009, twenty-eight years after Sutcliffe’s arrest. But it isn’t an exaggeration to say that almost everything about the way I worked had its roots in the learning that came out of this investigation. The way our teams were structured. The computer systems we used. How we shared information about the crimes we investigated. Even how we sought specialist advice. All of it had been influenced, in one way or another, by what happened during the Yorkshire Ripper investigation. One of the lasting changes to come out of this investigation was a consistent structure for running major murder enquiries. It meant I could work on a murder investigation in London one week and Newcastle the next, and the way the enquiry was organised would be virtually identical. The same roles. The same working practices. The same approach to managing information and making decisions. That consistency wasn’t there by accident. Murder investigations don’t always stay within one police force. Detectives from different parts of the country regularly work together, so it makes sense that everyone is working to the same structure from day one. That structure started with the Senior Investigating Officer, who was responsible for the overall investigation. Supporting them was a Deputy, responsible for the day-to-day running of the enquiry, and a Case Officer, who oversaw the investigation office itself. But they weren’t investigating the murder alone. Every major line of enquiry had its own lead officer. CCTV. House-to-house enquiries. Exhibits. Family liaison. Intelligence. Each had someone responsible for driving that aspect of the investigation forward. But they would be supported in their work. Even a relatively straightforward murder enquiry might involve twenty detectives. On the largest investigations, there could be dozens, each working on a specific part of the enquiry. What many people don’t realise is that each of those lines of enquiry also had its own written strategy. Not a generic document, but one tailored specifically to that investigation and explaining what we were trying to achieve. People often imagine the senior detectives spending their time interviewing suspects or searching for clues. In reality, much of their day was spent setting strategy, recording key decisions and making sure every part of the investigation was moving in the same direction. And everything they generated: every exhibit, statement, document, name, vehicle, address and phone number - was recorded onto a specially developed computer system. The same system used by every murder team in the country. A system that didn’t just store information, but cross-referenced everything, addressing one of the biggest failings exposed by the Yorkshire Ripper investigation. If you picture that room with the reinforced floor, it’s easy to understand why it became almost impossible to keep on top of so much information. A computer changed that completely. That computer system was called HOLMES. No, it had nothing to do with the deerstalker-wearing detective. It stood for Home Office Large Major Enquiry System. It still makes me chuckle how much effort went into shoehorning that acronym together. One of the most important aspects of HOLMES was that investigations could be linked together. If detectives in another force were investigating a murder that might be connected to yours, information could be shared electronically rather than relying on phone calls, paperwork or someone remembering to pass something on. Killers don’t respect police force boundaries, so neither should murder investigations. That ability to link investigations becomes even more important when you’re dealing with serial offenders. I said earlier that serial killers are rare in the UK. But they do happen. So do serial rapists. One of the lessons from the Yorkshire Ripper investigation was that there needed to be a national way of identifying those links as early as possible. A specialist unit was set up to collect detailed information about qualifying murders and serious sexual offences from across the country. The level of detail they collected was quite impressive. I must admit, I used to dread filling in the forms because of how much information they asked for. It took ages. But understanding why they needed it, it was something I was always happy to do. That information could then be compared against other offences, looking for similarities in the offender’s behaviour, the victim, the way the offence was committed and any unusual features that might suggest the same person was responsible. That’s incredibly important, not only to identify potential suspects, but also to prevent there being further victims. Then there was one other important change that came directly from the Yorkshire Ripper enquiry: access to specialist expertise. In some murder investigations you need knowledge that simply doesn’t exist within your own team. It would be impossible for every police force to employ every type of specialist they might one day need. It makes far more sense to have a national pool of experts that investigators can call upon when the need arises. That’s why a national unit called Major Crime Investigative Support was created. If detectives need the help of a forensic specialist, a geographic profiler, a behavioural investigative adviser (what most people would call a criminal profiler), a search adviser, an interview adviser, or any number of other specialists, they can contact that unit and be put in touch with the right person. Again, it’s about making sure an investigation doesn’t miss an opportunity simply because the expertise isn’t available within one police force. If that knowledge exists somewhere in the country, investigators can access it. Looking back now, it’s remarkable just how much the way I investigated murders had its roots in this one enquiry. The report commissioned after the Yorkshire Ripper investigation wasn’t simply about identifying what had gone wrong. It was about making sure future murder investigations didn’t repeat those mistakes. Having been arrested for the murders, Sutcliffe was to be interviewed by detectives. He wasn’t compelled to speak but if he chose to, it would be his chance to either deny the accusations or give some kind of explanation. And whatever he said, detectives knew that would need to treated with care. I know from experience that when killers speak, whatever they say is nearly always self-serving. They may want to talk their way out of the situation. Deny they had anything to do with it. Play down their role. Give themselves a later defence for court. Blame others. Protect their image. Rarely do they just tell the truth as it happened. What of Sutcliffe? What did he tell detectives? Sutcliffe admitted responsibility for the murders. But it wasn’t simply a confession. He also offered an explanation. He claimed that years earlier; while working as a gravedigger, he’d heard the voice of God commanding him to kill prostitutes. He described himself as carrying out a divine mission and had been chosen to rid them from the streets. But there was an obvious problem with that explanation. Several of his victims, including 16-year-old Jayne MacDonald, weren’t involved in sex work. Sutcliffe had an explanation for them too. Some, he claimed, had been mistaken for prostitutes. Others had simply got in the way of the mission he believed he had been given. Sutcliffe’s explanation would later form the basis of his defence. He pleaded diminished responsibility, arguing that the voices he claimed to hear meant he wasn’t fully responsible for his actions. The jury rejected that argument. Sutcliffe was convicted of thirteen murders and seven attempted murders and sentenced to life imprisonment. With Sutcliffe’s conviction, the investigation came to an end. I’ve spent much of this article talking about the legacy of the Yorkshire Ripper investigation. The changes it brought about undoubtedly made murder investigations better. But for me, that’s not the most important legacy. It’s the children left without their mothers. Thank you for reading this article. Until next time, take care. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit www.murderunpacked.com (https://www.murderunpacked.com?utm_medium=podcast&utm_campaign=CTA_1)

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   29 Sept 2026

   Jack the Ripper Part 1: Emma Smith

   Jack the Ripper is probably the most famous unidentified murderer in history. More than 130 years after his crimes, books are still being written about him. Documentaries are still being made. And people still walk the streets of Whitechapel trying to work out who he was. But that’s not where I want to start. Before we get anywhere near suspects, I want to look at the crimes. That’s how I approached murder investigations during my career. The crime scene came before the suspect, not the other way around. So, over this series, I’m going to take you through the murders associated with Jack the Ripper. What happened. What the witnesses said. What the police knew. And what I make of the evidence. Who he may have been. Then you can make your own mind up. And our story doesn’t begin with one of the five women most commonly associated with Jack the Ripper. It begins four months earlier. With a woman named Emma Smith. Whitechapel To understand what happened to Emma, and the women who followed her, you first need to understand Whitechapel. In 1888, London was the most populated city in the world and the capital of the British Empire, but those living in Whitechapel saw little benefit from that. Sitting immediately to the east of the old City of London, it was one of the poorest parts of the capital. There was a lack of housing, severe overcrowding and high unemployment. Those fortunate enough to find regular employment could expect long working days for little money. For others, work was casual. You might earn something that day, you might not. And without money, finding somewhere to sleep became another problem. For a few pence, a common lodging house provided somewhere to spend the night. Conditions varied, but at the bottom end that could mean little more than a filthy mattress, packed into a room with dozens of others. If you couldn’t afford that, there was the workhouse. Or the street. Poverty brought with it all the problems you might expect. Crime. Alcohol. Violence. Prostitution. The population was also changing. Large numbers of immigrants had settled in the East End, including Jewish families fleeing persecution in the Russian Empire. The Whitechapel of 1888 was a hard place to live. And for women like Emma Smith, it could be an incredibly dangerous one. Whitechapel is also an area I know well. Before I joined the murder teams, I spent several years policing this part of London. And although more than a century had passed, in many ways the Whitechapel I knew still had echoes of the place these women lived in. Poverty. Overcrowding. Crime. Addiction. Prostitution. I saw all of them first-hand. I also led teams investigating robberies and later rapes in the area, so I got to see a side of Whitechapel that most people never do. That experience matters when I look at these murders. I know the streets. I know the area. And I know that many of the problems we associate with Victorian Whitechapel didn’t simply disappear with time. Emma Smith We don’t know a great deal about Emma. She was over forty and described herself as a widow. She had two children, a son and a daughter, who were living in the Finsbury Park area of London. Even those who knew Emma seem to have known little about the life she’d had before Whitechapel. She told friends that more than ten years earlier she’d left her husband and broken away from her previous life. When asked why, she apparently said that the people she’d left behind wouldn’t understand. Whatever had happened, by the spring of 1888 Emma was living at 18 George Street, a common lodging house in Whitechapel. On the evening of Easter Monday, 2 April, Emma went out. For most of that night, we don’t know where she went or what she did, but shortly after midnight, another woman from the lodging house saw her. Her name was Margaret Hayes, who saw Emma talking to a man. Margaret didn’t know who he was. All she could later say was that he was of medium height, dressed in dark clothing and wearing a white scarf around his neck. It was the last known sighting of Emma before she was attacked. And when you’re investigating a murder, the last person known to have been with the victim is someone you’re going to want to find. The man with the white scarf was never identified. There was something else about Margaret’s account that stands out. She herself had already been attacked that night. Two men had approached her. One asked her the time before another struck her in the mouth. Margaret got away. She later described there having been some “rough work” in the area that night, which gives us some idea of the streets Emma was walking through. At around 1.30 in the morning, Emma was making her way through Whitechapel. Ahead of her were two or three men. One appeared to be a youth of about nineteen. Emma crossed the road. She never explained why. Perhaps there was something about the men that worried her. Perhaps a woman alone in Whitechapel in the early hours needed no other reason. We don’t know. What we do know is that the men followed her and, not far from where she lived, they caught up with her. And they set upon her. Emma said she was assaulted and robbed of all the money she had. But the worst of the attack was still to come. A blunt object was forced deep into her vagina. And then, for several hours, we lose track of Emma. The attack happened at around half past one, but she didn’t make it back to George Street until hours later, even though the distance she had to travel wasn’t far. So where was she? We don’t know. She may have been unconscious for some of that time. She may simply have been unable to move because of the pain she was in. Or the timings may not be as accurate as they appear. There is no way of knowing. What we do know is that Emma eventually made it home. When she arrived at George Street, there was no hiding what had happened to her. Her face was bleeding, her right ear was cut, and she was in terrible pain. Mary Russell, the deputy keeper of the lodging house, and another woman, Annie Lee, came to her aid. Emma told them she’d been attacked by several men. They had assaulted and robbed her. And inflicted the injury that was now causing her so much pain. The women could see she needed a doctor; however, Emma didn’t want to go to hospital. But eventually they persuaded her. And so, having somehow made it back to George Street, Emma now had to walk another half a mile to the London Hospital. Now that may not sound that far, but with the injury she’d sustained, it must have been an agonising journey. Mary and Annie went with her and, as they walked, Emma pointed out the place where she said she’d been attacked. And they passed police officers, but Emma didn’t stop. She didn’t tell them what had happened. Neither did the women with her. Why, we don’t know. The London Hospital Eventually, Emma reached the London Hospital where she was examined by a doctor. Despite what she’d been through, she was still able to talk. She told him she’d been attacked by several men and explained what they had done to her. The examination revealed just how badly she’d been injured. There were injuries to her head and face. Her right ear had been cut. But it was the internal injury that was most concerning. That blunt object had been forced into her vagina with enough force to rupture the peritoneum, the membrane lining the abdominal cavity. That led to peritonitis, a serious inflammation of the lining inside the abdomen. Sadly, there was little the doctors could do to help her. Emma’s condition deteriorated and at 9 a.m. on the following day she died as a direct result of those internal injuries. I can’t help but think about what she’d been through. She had been attacked and robbed. She had suffered horrendous internal injuries. Yet, somehow, she had made it back to the lodging house. Then she’d walked another half a mile to hospital. And less than two days later, she was dead. You might imagine that by now the police were already hunting the men responsible. They weren’t. The police had no idea that the attack had happened. Scotland Yard Before we get to why, it’s worth spending a moment on the police who would soon find themselves dealing with these murders. Scotland Yard is one of the most famous names in policing, but it isn’t the name of a police force or even a specific department, it’s actually a building. The Metropolitan Police had been formed in 1829 and its original headquarters had a public entrance on a road called Great Scotland Yard. That building became known to the general public simply as Scotland Yard, and it caught on. And over time, the name stuck. It became synonymous with the Metropolitan Police and, in particular, its detectives. But in 1888, detective work was still relatively new. The first detective branch of the Metropolitan Police had only been formed in 1842. The Criminal Investigation Department, or CID, was newer still, as it had been created in 1878. So, when Emma Smith was murdered, the CID was just ten years old. Whitechapel itself was policed by the Metropolitan Police’s H Division. Local officers and detectives would deal with crimes in the area, while Scotland Yard’s Central Office could provide detectives for more serious or difficult investigations. That distinction will become important as the murders continue. The detectives of 1888 obviously didn’t have many of the tools available to murder detectives today. They relied mainly on witnesses, intelligence, what forensic evidence was available and, sometimes, confessions. But whatever tools you have available, there is one thing you need before you can investigate a murder. You need to know it’s happened. And that was the problem with Emma murder. The Investigation Emma was attacked in the early hours of Tuesday morning. And on Wednesday morning, she died. Still, the police knew nothing about it. It wasn’t until Friday 6th April, two days after Emma’s death, that the police were informed. The coroner’s office contacted them because an inquest into Emma’s death was due to take place the following day. The coroner’s inquest is worth explaining because it will become an important part of our story. After each of these murders, an inquest was held to establish the cause of death. Witnesses were called to give evidence about what they had seen and heard, often in considerable detail. And we’re fortunate they did because much of the original police paperwork from these murders has been lost over the years. But Victorian newspapers reported extensively on the inquests, often recording large parts of the evidence that was given, almost verbatim. Without those reports, there is a great deal about these murders we simply wouldn’t know. And in Emma’s case, the inquest was particularly important. Because it was through the coroner’s office that the police first learned she’d been attacked. So, by the time detectives began investigating, several days had passed since the attack. Whatever crime scene there had been was long gone. Potential witnesses had disappeared. And the one person who could tell them exactly what had happened was dead. The investigators spoke to police officers who had been working in the area that night, but none knew anything about the attack. So, much of what the police knew of what happened came out at Emma’s inquest. Mary Russell could tell them about Emma returning to the lodging house and what Emma had said. Margaret Hayes could tell them about seeing Emma earlier that night with the unidentified man wearing the white scarf. The doctor could describe her injuries and repeat the account Emma had given at the hospital. The jury returned a verdict of wilful murder. So, there was no dispute that Emma Smith had been murdered. But who by? The Whitechapel Murders Emma’s death became the first murder recorded in what would become known as the Whitechapel Murders. Eventually, that would incorporate eleven murders. But it’s important to understand that the Whitechapel Murders and the Jack the Ripper murders aren’t the same thing. The Whitechapel Murders were a police file containing a series of murders of women in and around the area. Some would come to be attributed to Jack the Ripper. Others wouldn’t. And one of the questions I’m going to keep coming back to throughout this series is which crimes may have been committed by the same man. Emma gives us our first opportunity. And there is one detective whose opinion is particularly interesting, his name was Walter Dew. If the name sounds familiar, you may remember him from my Murder Unpacked episode on Dr Crippen. Dew was the Scotland Yard detective who, more than twenty years after these murders, boarded the SS Montrose and arrested Crippen as the ship arrived in Canada. But back in 1888, Dew was a young detective working in Whitechapel. Years later, he would write that he believed Emma Smith was the first victim of Jack the Ripper. I don’t believe that. The reason for that is Emma said she was attacked by a group of men. She said she was robbed. And, importantly, although her injuries were terrible, they were wholly different to those of later victims. And we know there was another woman had been assaulted by men in the same area that night. For me, the evidence points away from Jack the Ripper. So, although Emma Smith belongs in the Whitechapel Murders file, I don’t believe she belongs on his list of victims. Before Jack the Ripper There’s one other thing worth remembering before we leave Emma’s story. On 4th April 1888, when Emma died, nobody was hunting Jack the Ripper. That name didn’t exist. There were no letters from someone claiming to be the killer. There was no worldwide story. There wasn’t even a series of murders to connect. There was simply a woman named Emma Smith who had been brutally attacked on the streets of Whitechapel and had died from her injuries. And nobody could have known what was about to come. Thank you for reading/listening to Murder Unpacked: Jack the Ripper Until next time Take care This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit www.murderunpacked.com (https://www.murderunpacked.com?utm_medium=podcast&utm_campaign=CTA_1)

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   22 Sept 2026

   Dr Crippen: The Eyes of the World

   I investigated many murders during my career, more than I can count. But very few sent ripples much further than the communities in which they took place. Occasionally, though, I found myself at the centre of the country’s biggest news story. When your investigation dominates the headlines, the pressure is unreal. Every decision is scrutinised. Every delay criticised. Every mistake magnified. That attention ratchets up another level when a killer is identified and the manhunt becomes public. Suddenly, you’re not just trying to solve a murder and bring a killer to justice. You’re in a very public race against time. Every hour that passes without an arrest, fuels more speculation, more criticism and more questions about whether you’ll ever catch the person responsible. But it isn’t the criticism itself that keeps you awake at night. Throughout my career, the people I always felt most accountable to weren’t senior officers, politicians or journalists. They were the victim’s family. They had placed their trust in us at the darkest time of their lives. What you fear is that the constant public scrutiny begins to erode that trust. That they start to wonder whether the criticism they’re reading or hearing might be true. If that relationship begins to suffer, that’s when the pressure really hits. As I read about Walter Dew’s hunt for Dr Crippen, I couldn’t help wondering whether he felt that same burden of responsibility. The more I learned about his investigation, the greater the sense of kinship I felt with him. More than a century after Dew pursued Crippen, I found myself leading an international manhunt under remarkably similar circumstances. A celebrity reported missing. Murdered by her partner. The suspect fled abroad before the full picture emerged. The most heartbreaking difference was that my investigation also involved her two young sons. In almost every other aspect, the parallels were remarkable. In January 1910, American-born music hall singer, Cora Crippen, disappeared. A friend raised her concerns with the police, but initially not much appeared to have been done to locate her. But in July of that year, after the intervention of a police superintendent who had been contacted by friends of Cora, Chief Inspector Walter Dew visited the marital home and spoke with Cora’s husband, Dr Hawley Crippen. Just over a century later, concerns around the controlling behaviour by the partner of former Eastenders actress, Sian Blake, were raised by her family. As a result, police officers visited her home and spoke with her partner, Arthur Simpson-Kent. Both men gave seemingly plausible explanations as to their partner’s whereabouts. Crippen told Dew that Cora had left him for another man and travelled to America. Simpson-Kent said Sian had taken their two sons to visit a friend in Cambridge. Both homes were searched. Neither search revealed evidence to raise suspicion that either woman had come to any harm. For Walter Dew, verifying Cora’s whereabouts would have been extremely difficult, given the technology available in 1910. In Sian’s case, nobody could contact her after a text message was sent to her sister purportedly from Sian explaining that she needed to get away from everything. Sian was then officially reported as a missing person, along with her two sons, Zachary aged 8 and Amon aged 4. An investigation that was initially conducted by local police. Several weeks later, in the first week of January, her case was referred to us as the on-call murder team. A local superintendent feared serious harm may have come to them. Sadly, he was proven to be right. As detectives, you are taught to continually question the narrative. To never become fixed on one theory. What seems certain one day can change completely the next. Although Dew had accepted the explanation given to him, something about the story seemed to bother him. However, when he returned to make further enquiries with Crippen, the man had vanished. Whatever doubts Dew had been harbouring were now being confirmed by Crippen’s disappearance. After all, if he had been telling the truth, why would he run? Fearing what may have happened to Cora, he ordered a thorough search of the home, which led to a gruesome discovery. Below the brick floor of the basement lay the dismembered remains of a woman. Dew was convinced these were Cora Crippen. When Sian’s case came into my team, none of us believed we were being handed a simple missing persons case. One of the biggest alarm bells for me was the fact Sian had advanced motor neurone disease. She could just about care for herself, let alone the two boys. Added to this, by then, Simpson-Kent had disappeared, with all attempts to contact him having failed. Colleagues revisited the family home, intent on a more thorough search. They quickly discovered evidence of a violent incident, with substantial traces of blood having been painted over, in an apparent attempt to hide a crime. Within a few days of us taking over the investigation, it turned into something we all dreaded would come to pass. Buried in the back garden, we found the bodies of Sian, Zachary and Amon. And it was apparent that they had each died in the most brutal of ways. Both cases were now murder investigations. Both suspects had fled. And both had a head start on the investigators. When you investigate murders, you can become almost numb to the things you see. In many ways you have to. As awful as they are, you have a job to do, and if you got caught up in your own emotions, you won’t be doing that job to the best of your ability. That doesn’t mean, though, you can switch off completely. There are times when it’s impossible not to be affected by what you’re dealing with. When I received that phone call from the scene, it was one of the low points of my career. As much as I feared what may have happened to them, there is always that hope that you’re wrong. That they are alive somewhere. The blood at the house made that unlikely, but there was always the chance the children were alive. To have those hopes taken away was heartbreaking. As a parent, and simply as a human being, I felt sadness, anger and disbelief. But rather than let those emotions negatively affect me, I used them as extra motivation to ensure that I, and we as a team, did all we could to find this man and make sure he faced justice. I do wonder how finding that body affected Dew. As much as he may have suspected Cora had come to harm, I can’t help but think he hoped he was wrong. Did discovering her remains in such a gruesome condition stay with him? We’ll never know. In his memoirs Dew wrote mainly about what he did rather than his emotions. But I do know what came next, because I lived it myself. Once the bodies are found and the suspect has disappeared, everything changes. This is murder. And the person responsible is doing everything they can to escape you. To avoid arrest, to avoid a trial and, ultimately, to avoid justice. Manhunts are part of the job. Suspects run all the time. After all, if they’re caught, they face many years in prison. In Walter Dew’s time, they faced execution. That motivation can add to a person’s determination not to be caught. As detectives, you develop ways of finding people who run. I took pride in the fact that, sooner or later, I always found them. It was that experience that resulted in me leading the hunt for Simpson-Kent. After what he had done to his family, whatever determination he had to get away was matched by mine to ensure he didn’t. What I hadn’t experienced before was leading a manhunt under such intense public scrutiny. Dew may well have felt the same. Was that a good thing or a bad thing? For me, it proved to be very much a double-edged sword. There’s a famous scene in the film The Fugitive where Tommy Lee Jones explains how far an escaped prisoner could have travelled, using that to calculate the search area. Now, that’s all well and good when you’re minutes behind them. But what if they have a day’s head start, as was the case for Dew, or several weeks, as it was for me. Where do you begin in finding them? Well, you firstly need to learn as much as you can about their lives. You build as full a picture as you can about their habits, the places they frequent, where they work or socialise. Who they are friends with. Who they regularly have contact with. Who in their circle is most likely to help them. My advantage over Walter Dew was the footprints we all leave behind us today. Phones. Cars. Bank cards. Travel cards. Loyalty cards. Social media. CCTV. Travel bookings. Passport usage. Any number of interactions we make every day. When I pulled all this together for Simpson-Kent, I got an answer I didn’t want. He had left the UK, travelling by plane to Amsterdam and then onto the country of his birth, Ghana. As confident as I was in my abilities to catch a fleeing suspect, factoring in a different continent, I knew that was going to make things a whole lot harder. Not only that, why Ghana? Suspects on the run will often gravitate to areas they’re familiar with, as it gives more connections to hide them or just that sense of feeling safer. But Simpson-Kent left there as a very young child, so he didn’t know the country and, as far as I could tell, had very few relatives there. One thing that was always on my mind, having killed his family, why didn’t he do what many killers do in these circumstances, and go on to take their own lives? If he did have suicidal thoughts, was returning to where he was born some kind of poetic ending? As much as I hated him for what he’d done, I wanted justice for Sian and the boys. Him killing himself wouldn’t achieve that. Or was it simply a place he knew and would give him the best chance of evading us? Either way, I knew I had to locate him as soon as humanly possible. In 1910, Walter Dew had a very different task ahead of him. To find Crippen, it was likely going to take a lot of leg work, talking to a lot of people and, probably, a certain element of luck. And luck was what he found, but he wasn’t alone in that fortune. When you’re involved in an investigation that’s playing out in public, it gives you the sense of being in the eye of the storm. As much as you try and blank out what is being said, in many ways you can’t. Your friends and family who know what you’re doing, will be keen to talk to you about what’s happening. They will tell you about the headlines they’ve seen, good and bad. In our case, the narrative being portrayed by certain outlets, wasn’t a positive one. They’d decided to conflate the delays around the missing person enquiry, with our work, which resulted in suggestions that we were conducting a ‘bungled murder investigation’. For us as a team, that felt extremely unfair, as we’d done all we could once we became involved. But our feelings weren’t important. What mattered were the feelings of Sian’s family. From their perspective, they had the police telling them one thing about how the investigation was progressing, and the media saying the complete opposite. That’s one edge of the sword, the other is of far greater benefit. Having the face of the suspect in national newspapers, leads to their image being burnt into the minds of the public, making it difficult for them to move about unseen. Walter Dew’s enquiries into the location of Crippen were proving difficult. In the early 20th Century, people left far fewer footprints as they moved around. However, all that publicity, essentially made the public his eyes and ears, which led to the breakthrough that made this case go down in history. Crippen had fled with his lover, Ethel Le Neve. The pair travelled to Antwerp, where they then boarded a ship headed to Canada, likely considered a safe place by Crippen, having been born in North America. It was on this ship, the SS Montrose, that the captain recognised Crippen from photos he’d seen in the newspapers. But this was 1910. How would they alert anyone from the Atlantic Ocean? Well, Captain Kendall sent a remarkable wireless telegraph back to shore, informing British authorities: “Have strong suspicions that Crippen London cellar murderer and accomplice are among saloon passengers. Mustache taken off growing beard. Accomplice dressed as boy. Manner and build undoubtedly a girl.” Walter Dew now knew where Crippen was. His challenge was to reach him before he disappeared into the vastness of North America. I was in a similar position. My investigation had revealed where Simpson-Kent had flown to. The problem, I still had no idea where in Ghana he was. And this is where that seconds edge of the sword helped me. Word of Simpson-Kent’s arrival in Ghana soon spread amongst the British expat community there, and information started feeding back to me of potential sightings. I was gradually beginning to build a picture of his movements across the country. I had several telephone conversations with potential witnesses out there, one of which completely altered my perception of his mindset. Far from acting like you might expect for a man who had just murdered his whole family. And a million miles from my own fears of someone intent on suicide. Simpson-Kent appeared to be having the time of his life. On New Year’s Eve, he was seen partying. Out there drinking and dancing. Like he had no cares in the world. I’m not usually shocked by people’s behaviour, having seen all I have in my career. But hearing the description of what he was up to I found disgusting. Living it up, while Sian and the boys were lying buried in their garden. But at least I was getting closer to working out where he was. Unfortunately, the other edge of that sword was still at play. Unlike the police, journalists don’t have to follow the same legal steps to enter a country and carry out their work. The BBC sent a news crew out to Ghana, and they were starting to get the same information as me. The difference was, they were out there, and I was back in the UK. Each of their live news reports was bringing them closer to where I suspected Simpson-Kent was. It wasn’t that I minded journalists doing their job. My concern was different. If he realised how close the media were getting, he could disappear again before we had a chance to reach him. Thankfully, with the authority of the Crown Prosecution Service, we were now able to get things into motion. Two colleagues flew out to Ghana, whilst I liaised with an operative from the National Crime Agency, who was based in that region of Africa. But we were still in a race against not just time, but the BBC crew getting to him before us. Having had so much negative press, the last thing we needed was Simpson-Kent being interviewed live on national TV before we got to him first. Then I had my own slice of luck. A British woman living in Ghana rang me. She’d recognised Simpson-Kent from his photograph in a UK newspaper. He’d been drinking in the bar she managed. And he was there right now. Walter Dew’s race to capture Crippen saw a sequence of events that wouldn’t have been out of place in a Hollywood movie. He boarded a faster Canada-bound ship, which allowed him to catch up with, and board the SS Montrose, dressed as a ship’s pilot. There he met and spoke with Crippen. On Dew revealing himself as a detective from Scotland Yard, Crippen made the following, rather extraordinary statement: “Thank God it’s over. The suspense has been too great. I couldn’t stand it any longer.” For me, the final moments in the manhunt were far less exciting. I was in my office, relaying information from the bar manager to my colleagues who were now in the company of Ghanaian police. Worryingly, she told me that locals from the village had got wind of Simpson-Kent’s crimes and had ran off with the intention of detaining him. My fear here was what did they mean by ‘detain’. Thankfully, despite the odd loss of their phone signal, my colleagues found him in one piece. Unlike Crippen, he had nothing to say when he was arrested. The BBC crew? They were probably less than an hour from getting to him first. Crippen was returned to Britain. He was tried for Cora’s murder, convicted and hanged at Pentonville Prison in November 1910. Simpson-Kent was extradited from Ghana and later pleaded guilty to murdering Sian, Zachary and Amon. He was sentenced to a whole life tariff meaning he will die in prison. When I look back to Walter Dew, I don’t see him as just a detective from a different era. I see someone facing many of the same pressures, making many of the same decisions, and carrying many of the same responsibilities. The technology available to us was different, but the essentials of police work remained the same. Build the picture. Understand the person you’re looking for. Keep following the evidence. Accept a little luck when it comes your way. And never forget who you’re doing it for. The victims. And the families waiting for justice. That you for listening or reading Murder Unpacked. Until next time, take care. This is a public episode. 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8. 

   15 Sept 2026

   Meet the Murder Team: Family Liaison Officer

   As I sat there on the sofa, sitting across from me was what I could only describe as a broken family. Two parents who moments before had their whole world come crashing down around them. It was the message no parent ever expects to hear. I’m so sorry to tell you this but your son has died as the result of an assault. Murdered. Not even out of his teenage years. Less than an hour after he left the house saying he would see them later. Then my fellow murder detective and I rock up, telling them he wouldn’t be coming home. Ever. No matter how many times you deliver that message, it never gets easier. In fact, it probably gets harder because you know the impact those words are going to have. You’ve seen the devastation they cause. And there was no doubt those words had caused complete devastation. As a detective I had developed ways of dealing with most of what I saw in my career. The side that I found most difficult was witnessing the trauma of parents who have lost a child through murder. It was probably from being a parent myself. Some part of me wondering how I would cope in that situation (I’m not sure I could). It was that empathy I put down to what happened next. As I sat there, looking at this distraught couple, caught up in their emotions, I said something I had no place in saying. Out of nowhere I told them we would get them. That we would catch the people responsible for killing their son. You see, the thing is, how could I possibly promise that? How could I guarantee that would happen. Yes, we solve most murders, but there are those we don’t. I knew as soon as I said the words I shouldn’t have, and I regretted it straight away. If one of my detectives had said that I’d have had a go at them. You can’t promise something that isn’t in their gift. Thankfully, we did go on to catch his killers. And convict them. But at that time, I had no way of knowing that would happen. It was the only time I ever did that. But it was proof to me what I always knew. Being a family liaison officer wasn’t for me. It’s an unfortunate fact that some of the most important advances in policing come from the mistakes of the past. It often takes high-profile failings to adopt a better way of working. Which is how family liaison officers, or FLOs, came about. In 1992, one of the Metropolitan Police’s darkest moments occurred when 18-year-old Stephen Lawrence was murdered in a racist attack in Eltham, South-East London. The subsequent investigation into Stephen’s murder came under immense criticism, resulting in a public inquiry, chaired by Sir William Macpherson, that shone a light on numerous failings. One of those was the way in which investigators treated Stephen’s family. Up until then, how detectives engaged with bereaved relatives was far less structured than it is today. The Stephen Lawrence Inquiry became a catalyst for change. The Macpherson report made a number of recommendations about how police should work with bereaved families, including the use of designated and trained family liaison officers. Family liaison developed significantly in the years that followed and has since become a central part of murder investigations. So, that’s how the role developed, but what do they actually do? Well, let me dispel one myth straight away. A myth not only held by people outside of the police, but also many on the inside. They’re not there to look after the family. They’re most definitely not counsellors. They’re investigators. Detectives from the investigation team, whose role is to gather information that can assist the investigation. And for me, that’s at the heart of what makes this such an incredibly difficult role. But rather than me explain why, I want to try and put you in their place. Imagine you’re a detective on a murder team that has just taken on a new investigation. The victim is a 15-year-old who was stabbed and killed less than two hours ago. You have been allocated the role of lead family liaison officer. You will be assisted by a deputy, but the overall responsibility for that strand of the investigation is yours. The rest of the team have convened for their first meeting, where they will receive a briefing from the detectives who first attended the crime scene, but your initial meeting with the boy’s family is too important to wait for that briefing to conclude. As you make your way to their family home, you’re running through in your mind what will be required of you when you arrive. You know that you’re there to get what information you can that will help the investigation. You will want to build as good a picture as is possible of the boy’s life. Which school he went to. Who his friends were. Where he hung around. Had he had any issues recently. Was he involved in any criminality or gangs. What was his phone number. How did he normally travel around. And as far as they know, where had he been prior to the murder. If they’re open to it, you would like to look in his bedroom for anything that may give answers as to what happened to him. To seize his electronic devices such as a laptop, tablet, phones or games console, to understand who he may have been in recent contact with. Sometimes, the families know before the police what the murder stemmed from. Who was involved. Why it happened. You know your colleagues are relying on you to get as much as you can to help drive the investigation forward. But you also know this family lost a son, a brother, less than two hours ago. They are likely to be in some kind of shock. You know from experience that families can react in a number of ways. They may be in denial, refusing to believe it’s their son unless they see him with their own eyes. They may be angry. Absolutely enraged that this has happened. Feelings they could well direct at you. They may be blaming themselves. What if we hadn’t let him out? Would he still be alive? They may completely shut down, unable to engage with anyone, including you. Or they may be none of these and be at a stage where they have accepted the reality of what has happened. Between the members of the family, they might be some or even all of these. The truth is, you have no way of knowing until you walk through that door. You knock. The door opens. And now you have to work out how to get the information the investigation desperately needs from a family whose world has just fallen apart. Where do you even start? How do you ask a mother whether her 15-year-old son was involved in a gang? How soon is too soon to ask if you can search his bedroom? How do you ask for his laptop? But while you’re trying to work out how to ask your questions, they have questions of their own. Where is he? Can we see him? What happened to him? Why did it happen? Did he suffer? Do you know who did it? Have you arrested anyone? When can we have him back? And there will be questions you simply don’t know the answer to. Others you may know the answer to, but can’t tell them. All while you still need them to trust you enough to answer yours. Because you’re an investigator and that’s your job. But it isn’t your only job. Up until now I’ve painted this role as if it’s a one-way street, but that’s not strictly true. To that family, the moment you walk through that door, you may become the one person they look to for answers. Not because you can change what happened, but because you can help them make sense of it. And that’s your job too. To help them understand. Not just what has happened, but the process to come. To let them know what the investigation team is doing. Where their son is now and what procedures will take place. When they can see him, and when they are likely to have his body released for a funeral. On some occasions the family may become the focus of media attention. The FLO is there to help them through that. As I said earlier, they are not there as counsellors but by the very nature of the role, they can become a pillar of support for the family. But there’s another complication I haven’t mentioned. What if the person responsible for the murder is sitting in that family home? It’s not as common as some people think, but it happens. And that creates a very different challenge for the FLO. Suddenly every conversation they have, every word they use, could become relevant at any future trial. And what if they’re innocent? The trust between the family and investigators is so important. But if you wrongly accuse one of them of the murder, that trust won’t last long. And in those early stages, you may simply not know. Which means the FLO has to navigate that relationship incredibly carefully. They still need to gather information. They still need to keep the family informed. They still need to provide the support I’ve just described. All while knowing that one of the people sitting opposite them may eventually become the focus of the investigation. But, thankfully, that scenario is rare. What I’ve described here in that first meeting is just the beginning of a journey. If you take on the role of FLO, you could now be alongside that family throughout the entire investigation. Through the identification of their son and the postmortem. Through arrests, charges and court appearances. Keeping them updated as the investigation progresses and helping them understand what is happening and why. And if someone is charged, that relationship may continue all the way through to the trial. And for families, that is one of the hardest stages of the whole process. My experience of what happens in court has left me feeling angry with our criminal justice system too many times. The reason for that is the added pain it causes bereaved relatives. Having had to endure pain no family should go through, they then find themselves watching the trial for whoever is accused of killing their loved one. And during the trial, there’s a good chance something I witnessed many times will happen. The character of the victim comes under attack. In an effort to remove sympathy for them from the jury, they can be painted in the worst possible light. When I’ve been the case officer for an investigation, I was present for the whole of the court proceeding, and I’ve often sat there wondering who it is who is actually on trial, the defendant or the victim. It can even reach the stage where it almost becomes the victim’s own fault. Like they deserved to be killed. Imagine being the family in that situation. Listening to all this being said, without being able to say a single word to defend them. Sat next to them throughout all this will be the FLO. And so many times I’ve seen that family’s upset and anger being directed towards them. The family know there’s nothing the FLO can do about it. In fact, they would have warned them it was coming. But they need to vent their frustrations on someone. But there will then come a time when the evidence has finished, speeches delivered and the judge’s summing up has been given. There may have been hours, days, sometimes even weeks of jury deliberation, and then it’s time for the verdict. As I sat there, eagerly waiting the result, more often than not I’d see the FLO holding the hand of the victim’s mum or other family member. Which always felt symbolic, as in many ways they’d been holding their hand throughout the whole journey. When the verdict was guilty, it would be the FLO who the family first turned to thank, often with a hug of relief. When the result went the other way, it would be the FLO who would be the first to comfort them in their disappointment. Either way, that journey they were on would likely soon come to an end. This is formally known as an exit strategy. But I know from close colleagues who performed this role, walking away wasn’t always that easy. And I can understand why. It takes a particular kind of detective to do this job well. I always knew it wasn’t for me. Thanks for reading or listening to Murder Unpacked. If you’d like more insights into murder investigation and the chance to join the conversation, subscribe below. Take Care You’re the Detective Do you think you could perfom the role of the FLO? I’d love to hear your thoughts in the comments below. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit www.murderunpacked.com (https://www.murderunpacked.com?utm_medium=podcast&utm_campaign=CTA_1)

9. 

   8 Sept 2026

   The Idaho Murders: Why?

   I can’t begin to imagine how many broken families I’ve sat opposite. People whose world has just been shattered by the news a loved one was murdered. If you hear me speak often enough, you will know I found this one of the hardest parts of being a murder detective. We all lose loved ones at some point in our lives. The pain is awful. But if that person has been taken by the actions of someone else, I can’t begin to imagine how much harder that must be. And that’s the thing. No matter how many times I witnessed that trauma, I could never truly know what they were going through. Unless it’s your loved one that’s been taken in that way, how can you possibly pretend to understand? But there was one thing I did learn to expect. One question I heard families ask time and time again. Why? The University of Idaho sits in the small town of Moscow, Idaho, about 300 miles east of Seattle. It’s the sort of university town you find all over the world. Thousands of young people living away from home for the first time, many living in shared student houses. One such house was at 1122 King Road, a three-storey house occupied by female students. On the night of 12th November 2022, those living at the house had been doing what most students do on a Saturday night, they were out socialising with friends. The first to arrive back were Dylan Mortensen (20) and Bethany Funke (20), who had been out separately that night. They each returned to their respective rooms. At around 1.45 a.m. on the Sunday morning, Xana Kernodle (20) came back to the house with her boyfriend, Ethan Chapin (20). The couple had been together for several months and Ethan was staying over for the night. They then went up to Xana’s room on the middle floor. At just before 2 a.m., best friends Madison “Maddie” Mogen (21) and Kaylee Goncalves (21) were dropped back to 1122 King Road by a cab after stopping at a late-night food truck. Kaylee was due to start a new job in Texas and had returned to Moscow to spend time with friends before she moved. That night she was staying with Maddie in her room on the top floor. But what had been a normal Saturday night changed when an intruder entered the house. According to the court records, shortly after 4 a.m. he entered through the rear sliding doors which, because the house was built into a slope, opened directly onto the middle floor. The suspect went to the top floor where he attacked and killed Maddie and Kaylee. The court records then say the suspect came back downstairs, where he encountered Xana before killing her and Ethan, who they say was asleep in Xana’s room. The suspect then left the house before leaving the area in a white car. It wasn’t until much later that the murders were discovered. Emergency services were called shortly before noon. Police arrived and established that they were dealing with a multiple murder, and the investigation began. Witnesses Investigators needed to understand from the surviving housemates what they may have seen or heard that night. These were the accounts given to police: Dylan Mortensen Having returned home from her night out she went to her room on the middle floor and went to sleep. At around 4 a.m. Dylan was woken by noises from the floor above. She thought this was Kaylee playing with her dog. She also described hearing a female voice saying, “There’s someone here.” Dylan opened her bedroom door but saw nothing. She then heard what she described as sobbing coming from the direction of Xana’s room. Then she heard an unfamiliar male voice say “You’re going to be OK. I’m going to help you.” Dylan told investigators the tone wasn’t reassuring and was said in what she described as a weird way. She tried calling out to her housemates and contacting them by phone but had no response. Dylan then opened her bedroom door again. This time she saw a man dressed in dark clothing with his face partially covered. What stood out to her were his bushy eyebrows. The man continued past her and towards the sliding doors leading from the kitchen. Dylan went back into her room and began messaging Bethany. She told her that no one was answering and that she was confused and frightened. She said the man she had seen was wearing what looked like a ski mask. Bethany told Dylan to come downstairs to her room, telling her it would be better than being alone. Dylan did so, and the pair continued trying to contact their housemates without success. Later that morning, they contacted friends who came to the house. One of them discovered Xana’s body and at 11.58 a.m. a call was made to 911. Bethany Funke Bethany was in her bedroom on the bottom floor of the house. She told investigators that she didn’t recall anything particularly unusual that night, other than hearing what she thought was a firework and seeing what appeared to be a spark underneath her bedroom door. At around 4.22 a.m. she began receiving messages from Dylan, who told her that no one was answering and that she had seen a man in the house. Bethany was also frightened and told Dylan to come downstairs to her room rather than remain alone. Dylan joined her and the pair continued trying to contact their housemates without success. Examination of the Scene The house was subjected to a full forensic examination, which established a number of significant findings. On the top floor, the bodies of Maddie and Kaylee were found on Maddie’s bed. On the bed, investigators also found a Ka-Bar knife sheath. There was extensive blood staining throughout the room. On the middle floor, Xana’s body was on her bedroom floor, whilst Ethan’s was on the bed. Again, there was extensive blood staining. The murder weapon itself was not found in the house. Forensic Postmortems Forensic postmortem examinations were carried out on the victims to establish the cause of their deaths and the circumstances around them. The cause of death for all four was given as multiple sharp-force injuries. Maddie sustained at least 28 wounds, which were concentrated on her head, neck and chest. She also had defensive injuries. Kaylee received at least 38 wounds, the majority of which were to her scalp, face and neck. In addition to these, she had suffered blunt-force injuries to her head. She also had defensive injuries. Xana had the most extensive injuries, having received at least 67 wounds to her upper body and neck. She had severe defensive injuries, indicating that she had fought back during the attack. Ethan had the fewest injuries, with 17 wounds. CCTV Investigators began examining CCTV from the area around the house. The footage showed a white car passing 1122 King Road several times in the period leading up to the murders. At around 4.04 a.m. the car returned to the area for a final time. It was seen manoeuvring close to the house before disappearing from view. At around 4.20 a.m., the car was captured again, this time leaving the area at speed. An FBI vehicle examiner reviewed the footage and identified the car as a white Hyundai Elantra. Further CCTV showed a similar car travelling from the neighbouring town of Pullman towards Moscow before the murders and returning to Pullman afterwards. Identifying the Suspect The knife sheath found next to Maddie provided investigators with a potentially important line of enquiry. A DNA profile recovered from the sheath was found to belong to an unknown male. The profile was checked against the national DNA database, but no match was found. Investigators were being assisted by the FBI, who used a technique known as investigative genetic genealogy. This involves comparing a DNA profile with information contained within public genealogy databases in an attempt to identify relatives of the person who left it. The results were passed to investigators on 19th December and pointed them towards a 28-year-old man named Bryan Kohberger. This information was considered as intelligence, not evidence. At this stage he was only a potential source of the DNA. This was the first time Kohberger had come onto the radar of the detectives investigating the murders. Kohberger lived in Pullman, around ten miles from Moscow, where he was studying for a PhD in criminology at Washington State University. Importantly, he also owned a white Hyundai Elantra, the same type of car investigators were looking for. In fact, his car had already been identified by an officer at Washington State University several weeks earlier. But at that stage, the information hadn’t led investigators to Kohberger as a suspect. Now they had his name, detectives could begin looking more closely at him. His driving licence showed that his height and build were broadly consistent with the description given by Dylan. His photograph also showed that he had bushy eyebrows. Investigators then obtained records for Kohberger’s mobile phone. They showed that during the early hours of the murders his phone had been travelling in the Pullman area before it stopped connecting to the mobile phone network at around 2.47 a.m. It didn’t reconnect until around 4.48 a.m., by which time it was south of Moscow and moving back towards Pullman. The phone records therefore couldn’t place Kohberger at 1122 King Road at the time of the murders. But its movements before it went offline and after it reconnected were consistent with the route investigators believed the white Elantra had taken. By this time Kohberger had left Washington and driven across the country with his father to his family home in Pennsylvania. Investigators began watching the house. Rubbish recovered from outside the property provided another DNA sample. Testing showed that the person who it belonged to it was overwhelmingly likely to be the father of the unknown male whose DNA had been found on the knife sheath. On 30th December 2022, Bryan Kohberger was arrested at his parents’ home. After his arrest, investigators obtained a DNA sample directly from Kohberger. It matched the male DNA profile recovered from the knife sheath. An extensive forensic examination was made of Kohberger’s car, but no trace was found of any blood or DNA linking him to the crime scene. Kohberger was then charged with the murders of Maddie, Kaylee, Xana and Ethan. Investigators believed they had identified who had carried out these murders. But there was one question they still couldn’t answer. Why? When it comes to motive, I call it the most important of the least important things in a murder investigation. Why is it among the least important things? Because, when it comes to proving murder against someone, you don’t have to prove why they did it. You have to prove they carried out the act. That the act led to the victim’s death. And their intention was to either kill or cause really serious harm. Their motive for doing so isn’t something you need to prove against them. But to say it isn’t important couldn’t be further from the truth, and for three main reasons. The first is from an investigative aspect. If detectives can establish motive, it can go a long way to identify whoever is responsible. The next is at trial. The bar for guilt is high, and rightly so. For a jury to convict someone they have to be sure of their guilt. From my experience of murder trials, I strongly believe that the presence or absence of a motive can affect how jurors feel about reaching that verdict. Which I think makes sense. If you’re being asked to judge whether someone committed murder, it’s only natural to want to understand why they would have done it. That’s not to say juries don’t convict without a motive. They do. But I believe answering that question can make the evidence easier to understand. Thirdly, and in my view most importantly, there are the bereaved families. As I said at the beginning, one of the questions I heard more than any other was: Why? Understanding why their loved one was murdered can be incredibly important to them. So, how do detectives go about establishing motive? To identify motive, I believe you first need to understand motive. But there are so many types of motive, that’s impossible, right? Not for me. Through my experience of investigating murders, I believe there are three categories of motive that all murders fall under (except one which I’ll cover later). How do I come up with three? Well, when you break murders down to the mechanics of what is happening, there are only three drivers of why someone chooses to kill someone. Let me explain each of those. Firstly, let’s look at murders that are committed because of things like jealousy, anger, revenge, or disrespect. From an investigative point of view, those descriptive words all come down to the same thing. They are emotions that have been triggered by an event. All of them. Something has caused the person to feel that way, which has then driven them to kill. What then happens we try to label that emotion. He killed her out of jealousy. He killed him out of revenge. But to me, that is an exercise in semantics. It’s almost as if it makes us feel better by labelling it. If someone came home and found their partner in bed with a lover, then in a rage they killed them both, what is that a rage of? Anger? Jealousy? Disrespect? What if we asked the killer themselves? Could they label it? They could try, but how accurate could they be? I mean, what is the difference between those emotions in reality? What actually happened was that they saw their partner in that situation that triggered an intense emotion. Does it really matter what that emotion is called? Murders that are the result of this I call the Push of Emotion. The next category relates to emotions, but rather than those that are triggered, it’s those that are sought. Some murders occur due to a killer’s need to experience feelings such as power, control, sexual gratification or sheer enjoyment. The mechanics of these crimes are all the same: I want to feel (insert emotion), and to do so I need to hurt you. As with the Push of Emotion, how those emotions are labelled, I believe, are irrelevant. Again. Let’s look at it from the perspective of the killer. Imagine, purely hypothetically, we were able to have a conversation with Jack the Ripper about why he killed his victims. What is he likely to say? “I enjoyed the sense of power over my victims.” “You enjoyed it? So, was it enjoyment or power?” “Well, both.” “Did you get something out of it sexually?” “Well, yeah I did.” “So, it was enjoyment, power and sexual gratification? “Um, yeah.” What we would be trying to do is get him to label the emotion he’s chasing, which is clumsy and comes back to semantics. The point comes back to the killing is carried out to experience emotion. I call that the Pull of Emotion. The third category is different again. Here, the killing isn’t driven by an emotion that has been triggered, or the need to experience one. The killing is a means to an end. Someone wants money. To avoid being arrested. To prevent a witness giving evidence. To further a cause. Or perhaps they’re being paid to kill someone. Whatever the particular reason, the principle is the same. I want to achieve or obtain something, and killing you allows me to do it. I call that Gain. So, however a motive might be described, I believe it will fall into one of these three drivers. Of course, a murder doesn’t have to fit neatly into just one. More than one of these drivers can be at play at the same time. I didn’t call them Push, Pull and Gain when I was investigating murders. Those terms came later, when I looked back at how I approached motive and recognised what it was I was actually looking for. There is one exception to this. Mental illness. There are murders where a person’s actions are driven directly by serious mental illness. Someone experiencing psychosis, for example, may kill because of a delusional belief that makes complete sense to them but bears no relation to reality. Trying to fit that into Push, Pull or Gain doesn’t work, because the decision to kill isn’t being driven by the same mechanics. That’s why I separate those murders from the three categories. There are, of course, other factors that can influence a person’s behaviour. Substance misuse or intoxication can affect judgement and lower inhibitions. Personality disorders or traits such as psychopathy may affect things like empathy and remorse. Childhood trauma can also influence how somebody behaves. These factors may make someone more likely to act on a motive, but they don’t change the motive itself. So, how does understanding these drivers help a murder detective? To me it’s straightforward: if you know what you’re looking for, you’re more likely to find it. In other words, if you know what drives a person to kill, you stand a better chance of spotting the clues. Let’s start with the Push of Emotion, where a person kills as the result of a triggered emotion. If you identify the trigger and who was affected by it, you get much closer to identifying the killer. The way you do that is to build a picture of the victim’s life, a process known as victimology. By talking to the victim’s friends and family, examining their phone usage, social media, police intelligence and other sources, you can get an understanding of the events leading up to their murder. As an investigator I would be looking for any potential trigger that could lead to someone experiencing a negative emotion. But there’s one thing I learned in my years of carrying out this exercise, the trigger doesn’t always make sense when you understand the resulting action. Not to somebody looking at it in the cold light of day. The reason for that is this all centres on emotions, and when they are at play, it can be difficult to judge how somebody may react. An event that most of us would brush off, or maybe even get upset over but eventually move on, could lead someone to commit the ultimate violent crime. One of the earliest lessons I learned about this in my murder career involved an arson attack on a family home. In the early hours, petrol was poured through the letter box. That family consisted of a mum, her two sons aged 24 and 18, and her two daughters aged 21 and 15. Tragically, both daughters died. For days we struggled to identify the motive. These were good people. They weren’t involved in crime and they had no disputes with anybody. Our victimology found no obvious motive. The only thing we found involved the 15-year-old daughter. A 14-year-old boy at her school had wanted to go out with her, but she’d turned him down. Surely that wouldn’t be enough of a trigger to end in a double murder? With little else to go on, we decided to treat him as a suspect. I went to his home and arrested him. As I delivered the words, I looked him in the eye but there was nothing in his reaction that made me think he’d definitely done it. It was only when we examined his computer and found a Google search the day before the attack of how to burn someone’s house down, that we knew we had the right person. To burn down a house whilst the occupants were asleep, all because a girl wouldn’t go out with you, was the moment I realised my own ideas of a trigger could be very much different to a killer’s. In very basic terms, the Pull of Emotion is completely opposite to the driver I’ve just explained. The murder doesn’t result from a triggered emotion; it’s the act needed in the pursuit of emotion. That therefore points to a very different mindset for a killer, and a very different investigative approach. With the Push of Emotion, I’m looking for a trigger. With the Pull of Emotion, I’m looking for a pattern of behaviour. If I’m trying to identify whether a murder was committed because of this, my investigation centres more on the people who show up either in victimology or who may have been at or near the crime scene. What am I looking for specifically in relation to those people? Any evidence that they have exhibited signs of this type of behaviour in the past. To understand why, we need to start by recognising what is being investigated. A murder. It’s extremely unlikely that someone is just suddenly going to decide to commit a murder because of how they think it will make them feel. It doesn’t really work like that. To reach the stage where that happens, I would expect that person to have been on some kind of journey. What that journey looks like will differ from killer to killer, and it won’t always be obvious. And the best way to understand that journey is to forget about the end result for a moment and concentrate on what is actually happening. A person is seeking to experience an intense emotion by doing something extreme. Who else can that sentence be relevant to? An adrenaline junkie. Just picture one of those people, stood at the edge of the Grand Canyon wearing a wingsuit, about to throw themselves into the abyss. They didn’t just wake up one morning and think that would be a good idea. They’d been on a journey to get them to that point. They could have started out on a skateboard, progressed to snowboarding, to throwing themselves out of a plane and then, eventually, standing there with nothing but a bit of cloth preventing them hitting the canyon floor. And the reason for that progression is simple. They had to keep chasing the next high from the adrenaline release they no longer got from the less extreme activity. When we think about serial killers, I believe we should be looking for that journey too. Rather than pursuits that involve gravity, theirs may involve pornography, fantasies, voyeurism, sexual offending, controlling behaviour or escalating violence. Ted Bundy, for example, was known to engage in voyeurism before he began killing and later described his own violent sexual fantasies as something that escalated gradually before he acted on them. But the Pull of Emotion isn’t only relevant to serial killers. A murder arising from a pattern of domestic abuse and coercive control, for example, may also fit this category because of the offender’s need for power and control. So, as an investigator, I would be looking for evidence of this type of behaviour amongst people who had, or may have had, contact with the victim. And if a suspect was identified, I would do a deep dive into their life, in much the same way we carry out victimology, looking for any evidence of that journey. With the Push of Emotion, I’m looking for the trigger. With the Pull of Emotion, I’m looking for the journey. Which then brings us to Gain. I’d imagine that of the three drivers I’ve spoken about, this is the most familiar. The fact people kill because they benefit from their victim’s death is no revelation. However, as an investigator, there are some things that are important to understand. In order to identify whether this was the motive, I would ask the question: what could somebody gain from the victim’s death? The follow-up question is: who would benefit from that? If you can answer those two questions, you get a lot closer to identifying the killer. But there’s something else my murder career taught me. What a person is prepared to kill for is hugely subjective. Think of it like this. If I asked you if you would kill over a cheese sandwich, you’d probably look at me like I’d lost the plot. But if I asked whether you would kill for that same cheese sandwich if it meant someone you loved most in the world didn’t starve to death, you may think differently. The benefit hasn’t changed. What it means to the person has. And that’s why, as an investigator, I can’t decide what is or isn’t worth killing for based on what would motivate me. On 2nd July 2025, Kohberger pleaded guilty to the murders of Maddie, Kaylee, Xana and Ethan. He also pleaded guilty to burglary. He was later sentenced to four consecutive life sentences without the chance of parole, plus 10 years for burglary. Despite admitting he committed these murders, Kohberger gave no indication as to why. Investigators had, however, spent considerable time trying to answer that question. Court records show that detectives looked for a link between Kohberger and any of the victims. They investigated whether he knew, contacted, followed or had in any way encountered them, including social media. But there was no evidence he knew any of the victims. Detectives also considered why Kohberger chose this particular house and whether any one of the victims was his intended target. They were unable to establish the answer to either question. Kohberger’s phone records showed that his phone had connected to cell towers covering the King Road area on approximately 23 occasions, all between 10 p.m. and 4 a.m. However, those towers covered a wide area, so it isn’t possible to say whether he had been at or close to 1122 King Road on those occasions. The prosecutor in the case later said that when police examined Kohberger’s digital devices, there was evidence that he had deleted content. This meant that the police were unable to establish whether anything relevant to motive had been removed. As part of the investigation into Kohberger, detectives looked at his academic background. Included in this was some research he had done for his criminology studies. In one project he surveyed people who had committed crimes to ask questions about their thoughts, feelings and decision-making before, during and after the offence. Some questions concerned how they selected their target and prepared for the crime. They established that he’d bought a Ka-Bar style knife, sheath and sharpener online in March 2022, roughly eight months before the murders. Investigators couldn’t identify any obvious financial or material gain from the murders. Kohberger’s conviction for burglary stemmed from entering the house with the intention of committing murder, rather than theft. They also attempted to question Kohberger after his arrest. He initially spoke to them, but when they began asking about the murders, he exercised his right to a lawyer and the interview ended. He has never publicly explained his motive. The investigators for these murders did all they could to establish what made Kohberger choose this house. What made him choose these victims. What drove him to kill them. Ultimately, they couldn’t. That really isn’t unusual. I’ve been there more times than I care to remember. Despite those unanswered questions, the investigation resulted in Kohberger pleading guilty to all four murders. That is success. It’s justice for those victims and their families. But I know from experience, it feels incomplete. Because despite all your efforts. You’re unable to answer the question those families will carry with them for the rest of their lives. Why? Thanks for reading or listening to Murder Unpacked. If you’d like more insights into murder investigation and the chance to join the conversation, subscribe below. Take Care You’re the Detective What would you be looking for to understand why these four young people were killed? I’d live to hear your views in the comments below. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit www.murderunpacked.com (https://www.murderunpacked.com?utm_medium=podcast&utm_campaign=CTA_1)

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    1 Sept 2026

    Meet the Murder Team: The Senior Investigating Officer

    As I was running, I could feel my lungs burning and the lactic acid was starting to make my legs scream with pain. But there was no way he was getting away. For the last five minutes I’d been gaining on him, but each shot he fired back at me made me duck for cover. Then came my chance. As he sprinted across the next road, he failed to see the oncoming car. I saw him spin in the air like a cartwheel, landing in a heap on the floor. Although, somehow, he still had hold of the 9mm handgun, almost certainly the same one he’d used to dispatch his victim. I had no time to stop and think. I launched myself at him, kicking the gun from his hand. Then I threw all my weight into a right-hand cross that connected as sweet as a nut with his chin. He was knocked out cold. Before he had a chance to come to, I slapped the cuffs on him. Another killer caught, another case solved. Then I woke up. If the TV is to be believed, that would be just another day for me as a senior investigating officer. Thankfully, that couldn’t be further from the truth (which is lucky as I can’t run and I’m no fighter). So, if they aren’t chasing down killers and throwing themselves across car bonnets, what do they do? Well, a truer reflection of their role isn’t an action hero, it’s the conductor of an orchestra. The Senior Investigating Officer (SIO) plays a strategic role in an investigation. They don’t interview witnesses or interrogate suspects, in fact, they don’t do any of what we might think of as traditional detective work. So, yeah, pretty dull really. But, despite the lack of excitement, it’s one of the most important roles in any murder investigation, and they have the most influence on how successful the murder team is likely to be (or not). During these Meet the Murder Team articles I will introduce you to the various people who make up a murder investigation, and there are quite a few. In the UK murders aren’t investigated by individual detectives, it’s a team of anything from 20 to 100 officers, depending on the specific murder (although most will be at the lower end of that scale.) Each investigator will have a specific area that they’re responsible for. For instance, CCTV, phones, forensics or witnesses. They will be looking to gather the information and evidence from their area that, when brought together, can help solve the crime and convict those responsible. And this is where the SIO plays several very important roles. The first is making sure each of those officers knows what’s being asked of them. The CCTV officer has to know where to look for footage, what time parameters they need to cover and what on there they’re trying to find. The phones officer needs to know whose phone data to secure, how long back they should apply for it, which phone handsets to analyse and what it is they’re trying to prove. And that level of direction is required for every strand of evidence. If not, it would result in everyone running off in different directions, all doing whatever they think is best, not what’s best for the investigation. How do they get those instructions across? The answer is a written strategy. Every area of enquiry has its own document that outlines what is required from it. Where to look for evidence, how to look for it and what they’re trying to prove. If done properly, each of those strategy documents will take hours to complete. So, if you multiply that by each area of enquiry, it doesn’t leave much time for chasing down the killer. When I made the transition from detective sergeant to detective inspector, it was those hours sitting behind my desk I found the hardest. As a DS I’d be out there doing all the good stuff. One of the most rewarding times for me was arresting the suspects and getting to look them in the eye. As DI the closest I got was seeing the photo taken of them in custody. And of all the things I see in crime dramas, it’s that misrepresentation that annoys me the most. Now, don’t get me wrong, I get that it’s entertainment. If they did portray the truth, watching someone like Luther sat in an office for hours, banging away at his keyboard, is probably gonna damage their viewing figures. In fact, when I’ve been interviewed in the past, I often get asked what’s the worst crime drama on TV and, I will usually come back to Luther. Not because it’s badly acted, I actually really like Idris Elba, but because it’s just so blinking far-fetched. One national newspaper that interviewed me even used that as a headline “Murder Detective Names Worst Show on TV.” It did make me worry slightly if I ever were to cross paths with Mr Elba, that he may have got wind of me dissing his show. But we mix in very different circles, so that’s not likely to happen. Well, that’s what I thought, until I was invited to a production company to talk over some ideas for TV. Little did I know before I agreed that it was actually owned by the big man himself. To say I felt sheepish when I walked into their offices would be an understatement. Thankfully, other than a few pictures on the wall, I didn’t bump into him. I wasn’t worried about being star struck, more being struck by a star. Anyway, I’ve gone off at a real tangent there. Back to the role of the SIO. So, I’ve covered their first important role, that of the direction of the investigation, the second is decision-making. A murder investigation is, essentially, an exercise in decision-making. Every aspect involves a choice of how you carry it out. Who you interview. Where you look for CCTV. What items you submit to the lab. Who you treat as a suspect, how you arrest them…. I could go on but I’m sure you get the picture. For the SIO, who will be responsible for the majority of those decisions, it’s important that they record not only that they made that decision, but also why. And the reason why that’s so important? Well, as with every part of an investigation, it is open to scrutiny. Primarily from the defence lawyers of anyone who is prosecuted. Those criminal defence lawyers, who will be the best in the country, will be testing not only your evidence, but how you came to secure it. They will want to know exactly why you took the actions you did, and why you chose not to take others. It’s impossible to remember why you made a certain decision several months or even several years later. So, every important decision is recorded in a book known as a decision log. Each entry is dated, timed and signed, and available to the defence to later examine. Yet more paperwork. Yet more hours sitting in your office. So, when people ask me about my time as a senior murder detective, I have to prepare myself for the disappointed look in their faces, when I burst their bubble about what it really entails. But, and it’s a big but, there is one time when it’s important for the SIO not to be in the office. A point of the investigation that, for me, could influence how I understand the murder happened and how we moved forward. The crime scene. All crime scenes are photographed. Many are videoed. But in my experience, you can’t get a true feel for a scene from those. For me it was crucial to walk around a scene to get a true feel for what had happened. To live it. To breathe it. One of the last murders I investigated involved a man who attacked and killed his grandad. By the time I came on duty, the scene had already been imaged, all of which I had access to. But, as I always did, I went to the scene myself, put on a paper suit, latex gloves and overshoes, to see it with my own eyes. When I did, I found blood spatter that had been completely missed by the photography. The forensic scientist had made the decision to use the images to make their interpretations of the scene. After finding that blood I insisted they visited the scene and do the work there, not from photographs. Now, I’m not saying that one discovery changed the whole investigation, it probably didn’t. But it could have been vital and highlighted the importance of not taking for granted that the imagery captures all you need to know. And it was that aspect of the SIO role that was one of the most satisfying for me. Probably because it felt like proper detective work. The sort of work Luther finds himself doing. Until Next time, take care. What role would you like to hear about? Let me know in the comments. This is a public episode. 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    24 Aug 2026

    The Soham Murders: The Ones You Carry

    As we made our way through Great Ormond Street Hospital, it took a while to find the place we were looking for. It always did. No matter which hospital I visited, the mortuary always seemed hidden away. And for good reason. It’s the last department anyone wants to think about. Especially here. As many times as I’d walked similar corridors, this felt different. It was different. When I entered the room, the sights and smells were the same as every other mortuary I’d entered before. But not like this. Then I saw him. Three years old. Not much bigger than a baby. If I close my eyes now, I can still see his body lying on that metal table. None of my training had prepared me for this. Yet here I was. Ten-year-old best friends Holly Wells and Jessica Chapman lived just a few streets apart in Soham, a small Cambridgeshire market town surrounded by open countryside. On Sunday 4 August 2002, Jessica went to Holly’s house and spent the afternoon there. Holly’s family were having a barbecue and had guests over. The girls played on the computer in Holly’s bedroom before coming downstairs to eat with the rest of the family. Just after 5pm, Holly’s mum, Nicola, took a photograph of them wearing matching Manchester United shirts. After eating, the girls went back upstairs and continued playing on the computer. Later that evening, Nicola called upstairs for them to come down and say goodbye to the guests who were leaving. There was no reply. She called again. Still nothing. Nicola went upstairs expecting to find them in Holly’s bedroom. The room was empty. The girls had left the house, but nobody knew when they had gone or where they had gone. Jessica’s parents were contacted, but the girls weren’t there either. Family and friends began looking for them, searching around the house before checking places they thought the girls might have gone. As the evening wore on, their concern grew and, at around 10pm, the police were called. Local uniformed officers attended and began a missing person enquiry. They needed to establish when and where the girls had last been seen, obtain their descriptions, identify places they might have gone and understand whether their disappearance was out of character. It was. Officers began searching Soham and the surrounding countryside. A police helicopter was deployed, along with a dog handler, traffic officers and four-wheel-drive police vehicles. Local residents also came out to help. But despite their efforts, Holly and Jessica were not found that night. The following day, the search expanded beyond a local enquiry. Officers began arriving from surrounding forces to help. Public appeals increased, bringing in a significant amount of information. This included several potential sightings of the girls, each of which needed to be followed up urgently. One local resident reported seeing Holly and Jessica between 6.30pm and 6.40pm on Sunday evening. He said the girls had stopped outside his house to ask whether his partner, a teaching assistant from their primary school was at home. After telling them she was away, he watched them walk away towards St Andrew’s Church. As news of the case spread, more members of the public came to Soham to help with the searches until there were hundreds of people there offering their support. As part of the investigation, Family Liaison Officers (FLOs) were assigned to the Wells and Chapman families. After a couple of days, the enquiry developed into a major investigation, with resources reflecting the growing concern for the girls’ welfare. An incident room was established to provide a central point for information coming in from the public. A dedicated intelligence cell was set up to assess the growing amount of information and build a picture of the girls’ lives, people of potential interest and any links between them. The investigation now included house-to-house enquiries, examination of CCTV, vehicle checks, tracing witnesses and assessing every potential sighting of the girls. Specialist advisers coordinated searches of homes, gardens, business premises, waterways and open ground using police dogs, divers, aerial support and specially trained search officers. The photograph Nicola Wells had taken just before the girls disappeared became the image used in national appeals, showing exactly what they looked like and the clothing they had been wearing. Among the information coming into the police was a report from a taxi driver who said he had seen the driver of a dark green saloon car travelling erratically along the A142 from Soham towards Newmarket. He described the driver repeatedly turning towards the back seats and appearing to struggle with two children inside the car. The sighting became a major line of enquiry. Investigators were working to several theories of what may have happened to the girls. One was that harm had come to them. Detectives began identifying and checking known sex offenders in the area, as well as anyone who might pose a risk to children. Another line of enquiry centred on the girls having used Holly’s computer before leaving the house. Had they met someone via the internet? They also considered that the girls might be being held against their will. Detectives made a direct appeal, urging whoever was responsible to release them. The parents of both Holly and Jessica also appeared on national television, appealing for the safe return of their daughters. Among the many reports received by police were numerous potential sightings. One led detectives to the local sports centre, where CCTV confirmed Holly and Jessica had been there at around 6.17pm on the evening they disappeared. It gave investigators a fixed point from which they could begin plotting the girls’ movements using CCTV and witness accounts. About a week after the girls disappeared, investigators filmed a reconstruction using two girls of similar age and appearance, dressed in similar clothing, to walk the route Holly and Jessica were known to have taken. They hoped it would prompt the memories of anyone who had been in the area that evening. By now, the appeals were generating thousands of calls. There was a huge response to appeals relating to the dark green car and the two girls reportedly seen inside. One report appeared particularly significant. A jogger near Newmarket, the town the car had been seen heading towards, told police he had heard screaming on the night the girls went missing and had since noticed two areas of disturbed ground. The area was cordoned off and a systematic search began, including excavation of the soil. However, it was established that the disturbed ground was unconnected to the girls and had most likely been caused by animals. The sighting by the taxi driver was also ruled out when phone analysis showed he had been travelling earlier than the girls had been seen on CCTV at the sports centre. Examination of Holly’s computer also enabled detectives to rule out the possibility that the girls had arranged to meet someone via the internet. Whilst detectives continued working through thousands of reports, eliminating one line of enquiry after another, two names began appearing with increasing frequency. Ian Huntley. Maxine Carr. Earlier on I spoke about a local resident who said he had spoken with Holly and Jessica. That was Ian Huntley. The teaching assistant the girls were said to have been asking after was Maxine Carr. As the last known person to have spoken with Holly and Jessica, Huntley became central to the investigation. Included in the information about Huntley was a report that he had previously been investigated in Grimsby in connection with allegations involving underage girls. Detectives then began liaising with Humberside Police to establish the circumstances surrounding those enquiries. Huntley had also become a familiar face in the media, giving several television and newspaper interviews about the girls’ disappearance. It was those appearances that prompted people to contact police with information about his background. The fact Huntley was the last known person to have spoken with the girls, together with information about his background and his repeated media appearances, made him a person of increasing interest to the investigation. However, there was not enough evidence at this stage to treat him as a suspect. As with all the potential theories police were investigating, detectives would also have been looking to establish whether he could be eliminated from the enquiry. However, unlike the green car and the internet theory, there was nothing that could exclude him as being linked to the girls’ disappearance. To the contrary, as more information came into the enquiry, his name kept cropping up. Careful consideration was given to how detectives should proceed. The decision was made to invite Huntley and Carr to attend separate police stations to provide formal witness statements. They also consented to searches of their home and Huntley’s car. During those searches, detectives discovered the burnt remains of Holly and Jessica’s Manchester United shirts, along with other items of clothing, concealed in a wheelie bin at Soham Village College, where Huntley worked as caretaker. That discovery completely changed the direction of the investigation. During the early hours of 17th August, Huntley and Carr were arrested. The discovery of the girls’ clothing dramatically increased detectives’ fears that Holly and Jessica had come to serious harm. Their priority now was to locate them. They focused on the home of Huntley and Carr, places they had access to and built a picture of their movements over the previous two weeks, particularly in the period after the girls disappeared. They examined call data, financial transactions and movements of Huntley’s car. Within around eight hours of the arrests the breakthrough discovery was made. However, it wasn’t made by the police. Roughly seventeen miles east of Soham, close to RAF Lakenheath, a gamekeeper discovered the bodies of two girls in an irrigation ditch. These were quickly identified as Holly Wells and Jessica Chapman. Attention now turned to establishing how and when the girls died, while examining the scene and the bodies for forensic opportunities. Urgent forensic post-mortems were carried out. The post-mortem I attended at Great Ormond Street wasn’t for Holly and Jessica. It was for a three-year-old boy whose injuries were described by the paediatric pathologist as the worst he had seen in his career. He described them as the equivalent of being hit by a car travelling at thirty miles per hour. Those injuries had been inflicted by his uncle, who had been looking after him for the night. Why? Because his nephew had wet the bed. As I say those words years later, I still get a churn in my stomach. At the time, as I stood looking his broken body, those emotions were even stronger. A mixture of sadness, anger and an absolute determination that this little boy and his mother would get the justice they deserved. When I returned to the office and briefed the team, I could see those same emotions reflected back at me. From the Family Liaison Officers who would now be spending time with his mother, those who would be speaking with witnesses, and those who would be interviewing the man responsible. The most important thing was this. No matter how we were feeling, it couldn’t affect the job we had to do. If we allowed our emotions to take over, mistakes were more likely to happen. And when you investigate murders, you can’t afford those mistakes. Not when the best defence barristers in the country will later dissect every decision you made, looking for lapses in standards or breaches of procedure. So how do you stop emotion getting in the way? For me, I don’t think there’s any magic answer. You acknowledge those feelings exist, then you push them down. You compartmentalise. Then you focus entirely on the job in front of you. People often ask whether detectives receive counselling. The answer is yes, it’s available if officers want or need it. In truth, though, I only knew a couple of detectives who took up the offer. Most of us just got on with the job and didn’t spend much time talking about what we’d seen. Looking back, I’m not sure that was always healthy. I only realised recently that the things you bury are still there. On the first episode of my TV series, Secrets of a Murder Detective, we featured the murders of Sian Blake and her two sons Zachary and Amon, which our team investigated. They had gone missing and later found murdered. As part of the episode, a colleague and I talked through the investigation, step by step. When I started to recount receiving the phone call from the scene telling us all three had been found dead, I suddenly became emotional and had to stop. That response shocked me, as I never reacted like that in my career. On reflection, I believe it’s because at the time of doing the job I was focused on the outcome. I didn’t give myself time to fully feel the impact of that news. I was in work mode. But when talking on camera, I was completely open to that emotion. I thought I’d dealt with those emotions, but I’d really just buried them. It made me realise talking about those experiences is probably healthier than burying them. I can’t speak for every detective. We all deal with these things differently. But I do know this. Those emotions never stopped me doing the job. If anything, they gave me even greater determination to get justice for the victims. Having spoken to colleagues over the years, I know many of them felt the same. I have no doubt many of the detectives investigating Holly and Jessica’s disappearance were going through exactly those same emotions. For two weeks they worked every waking hour, trying every avenue, using every investigative technique and putting everything they had into bringing those girls home safely. But as the days passed, those hopes would have started to fade. I’ve been there. Missing children. Hoping they’re alive, while gradually coming to the realisation that the longer they remain missing, the less likely that becomes. Then came the call. Two bodies had been found. Even before the formal identifications were made, I suspect many of the detectives already knew in their hearts the bodies were Holly and Jessica. The official confirmation would simply have confirmed what they had already begun to accept. What would have made it even harder was the thought of their parents. Many of the detectives would have been parents themselves. I know that whenever I dealt with cases involving children, I couldn’t help thinking about my own. Again, those feelings had to be pushed aside so the investigation could continue. One aspect that often gets overlooked is how that news would have been broken to the families. It would almost certainly have been the Family Liaison Officers. First and foremost, they are investigators whose role is to gather information that can assist the enquiry. But they are also there for the family, keeping them informed, explaining each stage of the investigation and helping them through processes no parent ever imagines facing. Of all the detectives involved in a murder enquiry, theirs is undoubtedly one of the hardest roles. They build a relationship with the family. They share their hopes. Then, in cases like this, they are the ones who have to take that hope away. I think you can probably imagine just how difficult that is. But apart from the obvious emotional impact child murders have on an investigation team, what else makes them different? In many respects, they don’t. Detectives are still looking for the same things. Witnesses. CCTV. Forensic opportunities. Anything that helps establish what happened and who was responsible. One area that is different, though, is the post-mortem examination. In adult murders, these are carried out by Home Office approved forensic pathologists. In the case of children, they’re carried out by specialist paediatric forensic pathologists. The reason is simple. Children aren’t just smaller adults. Their bodies are still developing, and injuries have to be interpreted differently. Understanding how a child’s body grows, develops and responds to injury requires specialist knowledge. That expertise can make a huge difference, not only in establishing how a child died, but also in identifying injuries that might easily be misunderstood by someone without that experience. Another difference is the wider impact of the investigation. The murder of a child sends shockwaves through a community in a way few other crimes do. As part of our enquiries, we would often visit the child’s school and speak to pupils, sometimes in a classroom, sometimes in an assembly. We were looking for information, but we also had a responsibility to provide reassurance. If children do come forward as witnesses, they have to be treated with great care. The way information is obtained from them is very different to an adult witness. Detectives use specially trained officers, working at a much slower pace and always mindful of the lasting impact the process can have on them. The pressure on the investigation is different too. If a child is missing, it has to be assumed from the outset they are vulnerable. Every hour counts and, the longer they remain missing, the greater the risk of harm. That urgency is felt by everyone involved in the investigation. It drives decisions, resources and the pace of the enquiry from the very beginning. People often think detectives investigate child murders differently. In truth, once it’s established that they’re dealing with a murder, the investigative principles are much the same. It’s the emotional impact, the vulnerability of the victim and a handful of specialist areas that make them different. Huntley was charged with the murders of Holly Wells and Jessica Chapman. Following a trial at the Old Bailey, he was convicted and sentenced to life imprisonment, with a minimum term of forty years. Maxine Carr was convicted of perverting the course of justice after providing Huntley with a false alibi and was sentenced to three and a half years’ imprisonment. The investigation also exposed serious failures in the way police forces shared information about people who posed a risk to children. The Bichard inquiry led to significant changes to police intelligence sharing and vetting procedures. When I look back at my career as a murder detective, one of the things I’m most proud of is the dedication I saw in my colleagues and the sacrifices they made in the pursuit of justice. That was never more evident than in child murders, which were undoubtedly the hardest investigations of my career. You learn to compartmentalise. You have to. Otherwise, you couldn’t do the job. The thing is, those emotions never really leave you. The investigation may end. The trial may end. But some cases stay with you for the rest of your life. Thanks for reading or listening to Murder Unpacked. If you’d like more insights into murder investigation and the chance to join the conversation, subscribe below. Until next time, take care. You’re the Detective Could you put your emotions to one side and still do the job? I’d love to hear your thoughts in the comments. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit www.murderunpacked.com (https://www.murderunpacked.com?utm_medium=podcast&utm_campaign=CTA_1)

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    24 Aug 2026

    Rachel Nickell: The Detective's Trap

    If I look back over the murders that have shaped modern Britain, few victims are as immediately recognisable as Rachel Nickell. As I write this, I immediately picture that image of a happy, loving mother. More than three decades have passed since Rachel was murdered. In that time, tens of thousands of other people have lost their lives to homicide in the UK. Yet Rachel’s case remains one of the few almost everyone remembers. So, what is it about Rachel and her murder that has made it remain such a part of our nation’s psyche? Part of the answer is undoubtedly that familiar image of Rachel smiling into the camera. But I suspect an even bigger reason lies in what happened after her death. On the morning of her murder, 23-year-old Rachel was walking the family golden retriever, Molly, on Wimbledon Common with her two-year-old son, Alex. A route they regularly took to exercise the dog. What should have been nothing more than a routine walk in the park became one of Britain’s most notorious murders. Rachel was subjected to a sustained and frenzied knife attack, suffering 49 stab wounds to her upper body and neck. She was also sexually assaulted. Perhaps the most heartbreaking aspect of the case was that Alex witnessed the attack. When he was found, he was still clinging to his mother’s body, pleading with her to wake up. When the police arrived, it would have been immediately obvious they were dealing with an exceptionally unusual murder scene. I doubt many, if any, of those officers had witnessed anything like it. This wasn’t the sort of place where you expected to find such a brutal attack. Wimbledon Common was somewhere people went to walk their dogs, take their children or go for a run. An attack of this nature was almost unimaginable. That all of this happened in front of a young child would also have made the scene emotionally difficult for those first responders. I mean, what do they say to Alex in those circumstances? How do they comfort him? Even if those officers were parents themselves, that would have been incredibly tough. In fact, this would have been emotionally challenging for all involved, even the detectives, many of whom would have witnessed sights most people can’t comprehend. But there’s something about crimes involving children, that can affect the most hardened of us. Having seen the injuries sustained by Rachel and knowing what was witnessed by Alex, I have no doubt they were resolved to do everything they could to catch and convict her killer. When those detectives first arrived, they would have realised how difficult that task was going to be. This had happened in a huge park, with countless ways in and out. In 1992, CCTV was far less prevalent than it is today. In an area such as this? It would have been almost non-existent. DNA profiling was still in its early years and nowhere near as sensitive as it is today. I vividly remember how limited it was compared with the end of my career, when simply touching someone could leave an identifiable trace. At that early stage, the only apparent witness to the attack was a traumatised two-year-old boy. It would be incredibly unlikely that he would be able to identify whoever was responsible. For the detectives leading the enquiry, the immediate question wasn’t, “How are we going to solve this murder?” It was simply, “Where do we begin?” Something I see regularly is people misunderstanding how murder investigations work. Now, that probably stems from how they’re portrayed on screen, which is nearly always wrong. Contrary to what television dramas would have you believe, they don’t simply tell officers to go out and solve the murder. That would be chaos. Every line of enquiry needs to have a purpose. To give the enquiry direction, detectives begin by asking what is most likely to have happened. Those scenarios could revolve around a suspect, a motive or both. How detailed they are will depend on how much information you have at the time. The best way to demonstrate that principle is to apply it to Rachel’s murder. In those initial stages there was little evidence available to detectives or clear motive for the attack. It was the responsibility of the senior investigating officer to formulate hypotheses, which is police jargon for what I think of as working scenarios. At that early stage, there simply wasn’t enough information to form detailed hypotheses, so I would expect them to have looked something like this: 1. Rachel was killed by someone known to her 2. Rachel was killed by someone unknown to her Whatever the circumstances of her murder, the offender had to fall into one of those two broad categories. Conducting the investigation in this way would avoid focusing too narrowly on one explanation at such an early stage. It also gives every detective a clear purpose. Instead of carrying out random enquiries, each officer knows exactly what they’re trying to establish or eliminate. For the hypothesis that Rachel was killed by someone she knew, police would look closely at her life. Was there someone, or something, that might explain why she was murdered? This would include examining her relationships, family, work and any potential disputes. For the hypothesis that Rachel was killed by someone she didn’t know, detectives would focus more on the area. Who used the Common? Were there known offenders nearby? Had there been previous offences or similar attacks? The purpose of hypotheses isn’t to select one scenario and then set out to prove it. Instead, an investigation will have multiple hypotheses, each of which can be developed, eliminated or new ones added as more information comes in. As evidence begins to emerge, some hypotheses become less likely while others become stronger. Eventually one may stand out above the rest. That’s when detectives adopt what’s known as a working hypothesis. From that point on, every significant decision is likely to be influenced by it. That’s perfectly normal. In fact, it’s essential. The danger comes when detectives stop asking themselves one simple question: “What if we’re wrong?” And that’s where the detective’s trap begins. Whenever a female is murdered, police will look at her relationships, and for very good reason. It’s a sad truth that in the UK, if a woman is the victim of homicide, there is a 50% chance it will be at the hands of their partner or ex-partner. Therefore, Rachel’s relationship with her boyfriend Andre would have become a line of investigation for the detectives. That isn’t an indication that they suspected he was responsible. But they needed to eliminate him as a possible suspect, which they were quickly able to do. Having looked closely at Rachel’s life and the people in it, investigators found no evidence that she was killed by someone known to her. So, their attention had to focus on the Common itself and, as I said earlier, by the very nature of that area, it was going to be challenging to identify their suspect. They needed to know what was happening in the park. Were there previous incidents? There can often be precursors to attacks like this, instances of incident exposure or less serious sexual assaults. Were there any concerning individuals around at the time or any that regularly frequented the Common? In the residential areas close by, were there known offenders or intelligence on potential perpetrators? This resulted in a substantial number of men being interviewed or investigated. But they were getting no closer to identifying Rachel’s killer. They then turned to an investigative tool often used in particularly difficult cases. They sought the help of a forensic psychologist, Paul Britton, who produced a criminal profile of the type of person he believed the killer to be. His profile included characteristics such as a male in his 20s or 30s who lived close to the Common. A loner with poor or unsuccessful relationships with women. Someone who fantasised about sexual violence and was obsessed with knives or the occult. He was likely to be sexually dysfunctional or inexperienced and likely to present as awkward rather than overtly dangerous. So, how useful is that to an investigation? Criminal profiles can help prioritise enquiries or generate leads. However, they should never be used to directly identify a suspect. They’re not evidence of who the killer is. They’re a suggestion of where to look first. One of the potential suspects police had been looking at was Colin Stagg, a 29-year-old man, who lived close to the common. He regularly walked his dog there and, after public appeals, witnesses said they saw him or someone like him, on the common around the time of Rachel’s murder. In terms of grounds to arrest on suspicion of murder, what I’ve just said there is more than enough. For an arrest to be made police must suspect two things. The first is that a crime has been committed, one clearly had. The second is to suspect that person of being guilty. Now, the bar for suspicion is low. You don’t have to know or even believe a person is guilty. Suspicion is enough. So, Stagg was arrested and his home searched. There, police found some material relating to paganism. The picture their investigation built of him was of a loner, socially isolated, unsuccessful with women and they identified that he had shared sexual fantasies with a woman he’d met via a lonely-hearts column. If you’re thinking that sounds familiar, you’re not alone. It sounded familiar to the detectives too. Here we have a local man, who regularly frequents the common. He may have been at or near the scene of Rachel’s murder and he shows many of the characteristics of the profile. I can genuinely see why detectives became increasingly interested in Stagg. The more they learned about him, the more he appeared to resemble the type of offender Paul Britton had described. The problem was, if he was Rachel’s killer, they had no direct evidence to link him to the crime. If they were going to prove the case against him, they would need to try something a bit different. So, they took the unusual step of introducing an undercover female officer, whose task was to gain Stagg’s trust and get him to confess to the crime. I say unusual step because it is just that. In my 30 years in the police, I was involved in very few operations where ‘UCs’ were used. They are such an intrusion into people’s lives that police must have strong grounds for using them. The UC, known as Lizzie James, began corresponding with Stagg, they spoke on the phone and she met up with him. Their communications included Lizzie sharing increasingly extreme sexual fantasies. The hope being Stagg would do the same, which he did. By Lizzie becoming more explicit in what she was sharing, the hope was Stagg would let his guard down. He may even use the killing to impress her. That it’s not just fantasy, that he’s acted this out. However, throughout their relationship, he never once admitted to Rachel’s murder, even when asked about it directly. In fact, he told Lizzie he hadn’t done it. Despite his lack of an admission and no evidence directly linking him to the crime, Stagg was charged with Rachel’s murder. But before the case had a chance to be put to a jury, the judge dismissed it. He was highly critical of how the investigation was conducted, particularly the undercover operation. The prosecution then offered no further evidence against Stagg. So, how could an investigation conducted by experienced, motivated detectives end up here? From my perspective it’s quite clear what happened. They were convinced Stagg was guilty, so went looking for information to prove that. The criminal profile contained elements of Stagg’s character. When they searched his home, they found pagan material The undercover operation then set out to get Stagg to confess. What I’m describing there is confirmation bias. Where you go looking for information to prove you’re right, and ignore information that says otherwise, such as Stagg’s denial. When it comes to detective work, that is the trap you must avoid. In fact, it’s an investigator’s worst enemy. That’s why, when you form hypotheses, and especially when you identify one as the most likely, you need to be careful. Having a working hypothesis isn’t wrong. In fact, it’s a fundamental part of a murder investigation. Confirmation bias doesn’t come from forming one, it happens when you fail to properly test it. The best way to do that is to keep asking that question, “what if we’re wrong?” And the repercussions for not doing so, can be dire. As we saw with Colin Stagg, people can end up being prosecuted and even convicted, for crimes they didn’t do. And there can be even worse consequences for looking in the wrong direction. Whilst you are chasing after an innocent person, the real killer remains at large. About 18 months after Rachel was murdered, a young mother, Samantha Bissett and her four-year-old daughter, Jazmine, were both murdered in their home in Plumstead, South-East London. Samantha received a significant number of stab wounds to her body and neck, as well as other, post-mortem injuries. Jazmine was sexually assaulted and smothered to death. The man identified and convicted of those murders was Robert Napper. In 2006, 24 years after Rachel’s murder, Napper was linked to her killing using DNA techniques not available at the time of the initial investigation. Napper was subsequently charged and convicted of killing Rachel. Although, this was manslaughter by diminished responsibility, rather than murder. Essentially meaning he accepted he carried out the act, but at the time was suffering from what is known as defect of the mind which affected his ability to make decisions. In terms of the consequences for falling into the trap of confirmation bias. For not asking yourself if you’re wrong. I don’t think there could be a more extreme example. That’s why the Rachel Nickell investigation remains so important. Because it reminds us that the most dangerous moment in any investigation isn’t when you don’t know who did it. It’s when you think you do. Thanks for reading or listening to Murder Unpacked. If you’d like more insights into murder investigation and the chance to join the conversation, subscribe below. Until next time, take care. You’re the Detective What would you have done to test whether Colin Stagg really was your killer? I’d love to hear your thoughts in the comments. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit www.murderunpacked.com (https://www.murderunpacked.com?utm_medium=podcast&utm_campaign=CTA_1)

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    24 Aug 2026

    Harold Shipman: Something Not Quite Right

    Harold Shipman: Can We Rule It Out? Every six weeks, we became the on-call murder team for South London. For seven days, twenty-four hours a day, we would respond to all murders in our area. That didn’t mean we were sat in a car, ready to put the lights and sirens on. We’d be getting on with our existing investigations. Gathering evidence, preparing for court, doing whatever was needed to progress our cases. For the duration of that week, we had a mobile phone. If we were needed, that’s where the call would come. It was known as The Phone. It might be that The Phone didn’t go off at all during your shift. It might go off in the first hour. When it did, the hairs on the back of my neck would stand up. Even after years of doing this, I still got that same reaction because I had no idea what was about to come my way. Whenever I answered, I could feel the tension growing in my stomach. Was it a shooting? A stabbing? Or was it the call I dreaded the most? “I’ve got a death…. And there’s something not quite right about it.” Harold Shipman was born in Nottingham in 1946. He was considered bright academically and was close to his mother. However, when he was 17, she died of lung cancer, after receiving morphine injections for pain. In 1970 he qualified as a doctor from the Leeds School of Medicine and initially worked in hospitals. In 1974, he became a GP in Todmorden, West Yorkshire. Around this time, he had developed an addiction to the powerful opioid painkiller pethidine, and between 1975 and 1976, he took to forging prescriptions to feed that addiction. This was discovered and led to him being convicted of obtaining pethidine by deception, forging NHS prescriptions and unlawfully possessing pethidine. The General Medical Council issued a formal warning but took no further disciplinary action. In 1977, the year after his conviction, he took up a GP position at Donneybrook Medical Centre in Hyde, Cheshire. Shipman began to build himself a reputation as a respected doctor. He was seen as particularly good with elderly patients and would frequently visit them in their homes. He became a trusted and popular figure in the Hyde community. To his patients he was known as Dr Shipman. To his friends and colleagues, he was simply known by his middle name, Fred. What none of them knew was that he was murdering his patients, nearly all of them elderly women. He would inject them with diamorphine, another powerful opioid painkiller, then certify their deaths as by natural causes. He would also encourage relatives that their bodies be cremated. A practice that continued unchecked for years. That was until 1998, when another Hyde GP, Dr Linda Reynolds, became concerned. There appeared to be an unusually high number of deaths among Shipman’s patients, along with the number of cremation forms he was asking Dr Reynolds’ practice to countersign. Dr Reynolds raised her concerns with the local coroner, who then asked Greater Manchester Police to conduct a confidential enquiry. They in turn appointed a detective inspector to lead an investigation into the suspicions surrounding Shipman. Detectives examined several recent deaths certified by Shipman, reviewed medical records, spoke to funeral directors and staff at the local crematorium, and interviewed Dr Linda Reynolds about the concerns she had raised. They also sought advice from a Home Office forensic pathologist, who concluded there was insufficient evidence to justify exhuming any of the bodies. Shipman was also interviewed by detectives. He denied any wrongdoing, explaining that he cared for an older, sicker patient population than neighbouring practices. He also said he frequently treated patients at home rather than admitting them to hospital, so was more likely to be present when they died. Detectives identified no evidence of criminality, and the investigation was closed in April 1998. Over the following ten weeks, Shipman went on to kill three more of his patients. The third of those was Kathleen Grundy, an 81-year-old widow, former Mayoress of Hyde and well known in the local community. Despite her age, she remained active and independent. On 24 June 1998, she was found dead in her home after Shipman had visited earlier that day. He certified the cause of death as old age. Several weeks later, her daughter, Angela Woodruff, a solicitor, was contacted by another solicitor acting on behalf of Shipman. He explained that a new will had been discovered. The will, apparently prepared shortly before Kathleen’s death, left almost her entire estate, worth around £386,000, to Dr Harold Shipman. Angela was left nothing apart from a small amount of jewellery. Angela immediately believed the will was a forgery. She knew her mother had intended her estate to pass to her family and was also suspicious that the will had been typed, even though Kathleen did not own a typewriter. She reported her concerns to the police. As detectives investigated the will, they also began to question the circumstances of Kathleen’s death. Her body was exhumed and a post-mortem examination found lethal levels of diamorphine. Further enquiries revealed that Shipman had altered her medical records after her death to suggest her health had been declining. Over the following months, detectives exhumed a total of twelve bodies as they re-examined deaths previously certified as natural. The findings revealed a pattern consistent with murder and provided detectives with evidence that Shipman had caused the deaths of his patients. Shipman was charged with fifteen counts of murder, plus the forgery of Kathleen Grundy’s will. In January 2000 he was convicted of all offences and sentenced to life imprisonment. Now the enquiry into the true extent of his murders would begin. “I’ve got a death…. And there’s something not quite right about it.” I lost count of the times I heard variations of that sentence. In my twelve years investigating murders, it ran into the hundreds. And every single time I knew exactly why I was being asked it. In the UK, when someone dies unexpectedly, the police will often need to attend. Their role is to establish the circumstances of the death and determine whether there is anything to suggest that somebody else was responsible. The officers initially tasked with making that assessment are usually local uniform, as it’s them who deal with the calls that come into the police. So, they’ll turn up to the scene of the death and, essentially, begin an investigation. They will ask questions of whoever is present. Establish the circumstances of the death itself, the timeline and whether there may be an obvious cause. They will seek to understand their medical history, lifestyle, habits and relationships. They will assess the scene itself, to see if there’s anything out of place that may suggest a crime has occurred. What they are looking to do is rule out third party involvement. To be able to satisfy themselves and, ultimately, the coroner, that nobody is culpable for the death. But what if they can’t reach that point? What if there’s something that stops them being able to make that call? Well, in those circumstances, a detective would be called to the scene, so they can make their own assessment. Detectives tend to have more experience in investigations. They are trained to ask questions, assess scenes and make decisions, often with limited information. And they will be asking themselves the same question: can we rule out third party involvement? The first thing they will do is to ask the previous officers what they’ve done. Who have they spoken to? What did they say? What have you found out about the deceased’s history? Then they will begin making their own assessments. But what if they can’t be sure? What if there’s something about the circumstances of the death that just doesn’t sit right with them? That’s the point they declare this a suspicious death and a call would come into us. And why did I dread these calls? Well, with a shooting or a stabbing, it’s clear a crime has been committed. At that point, my instincts kick into gear. I know exactly what needs to be done, and I get on with doing it. But when I was called to a scene where nobody was quite sure, I knew the pressure would be on me. If I made the wrong call, it literally meant someone getting away with murder. As an experienced homicide detective, I knew that murders aren’t always obvious. It may be that the method used to kill didn’t leave behind obvious signs: poisoning, suffocation, internal injuries. Alternatively, the scene could be staged to hide a murder. To make it look accidental or even suicide. Did they fall, did they jump or were they pushed? But here’s the thing. My job wasn’t to decide whether it was a murder. It was to treat it as if it was until it can be proven one way or the other. In many ways that makes things much simpler. The problem with deaths like these is that there may be no obvious signs of violence. No forced entry. No weapon. No witnesses. Just someone who has died unexpectedly. If you decide too quickly that nothing is wrong, you may miss a murder. So, how would I approach a scene like this? For me, there is no secret ingredient to being an effective murder detective. It’s about being methodical. Taking your time to think things through logically. In my mind, it would look something like this. I’d always start with the deceased. Is there anything I can work out from physically looking at them that might give an indication of not only how they died, but the circumstances around it? There were countless different situationa I found myself in but, in general, if a suspicious death wasn’t obviously homicide, there were four scenarios I was potentially presented with: natural causes, accident, suicide or unknown. Whichever it was, I would be looking for signs that either supported or contradicted that conclusion. For instance, if it was a fall where injuries had been received, were they all consistent with the circumstances? Somebody may fall from a height, but if they show signs of defensive injuries to their arms, that may tell a different story. Likewise, if natural causes seemed the likeliest explanation, but they had injuries such as bruising or a head wound, what could that indicate? There are far too many scenarios to list them all, but I’m sure you get the picture. As well as what I could physically see, I’d want to know their medical history. Is there anything there that could point to a cause of death and, if so, does what I can see align with that? Then I’d be taking in what the scene itself might tell me. Are there signs of a disturbance, forced entry, a clean-up or unnatural tidiness? Then what do witnesses say? Are their accounts credible? Are they consistent? Can they be corroborated? The timeline is important too. When you regularly see dead bodies, you begin to recognise signs that can indicate how long someone may have been dead. For instance, there’s a process called lividity, which is essentially gravity acting on the blood after death. If that process is well established, it may suggest the body has been lying in that position for a number of hours. Does that fit with what I’m being told? And probably the most important area, and one that might not be immediately obvious to others, is the history of the victim. Are they in a relationship? If so, what do we know about it? The three biggest signs for me would be suggestions of a coercive relationship, a history of violence or a major change in circumstances, such as separation or pregnancy. If any of those existed, it would make me dig deeper. As I go through this thought process, I’m essentially working towards one of three outcomes. The first is that his death is non-suspicious, meaning responsibility for reporting it to the coroner, remains with local police. The next is that I’m satisfied this is most likely a murder, in which case it would then become a homicide investigation. The third is where I can’t be sure one way of the other. In that instance, we carry on treating it as suspicious death and arrange for a special post-mortem examination to be carried out by a forensic pathologist. In my experience, it would be at that stage that most deaths could be called one way of the other. One thing, though. There can sometimes be a difference between what you suspect, and what you can confidently show. You’d sometimes get a gut feeling. Maybe from something you’ve seen. Maybe from something you haven’t seen. But as with many aspects of detective work, you can’t make definitive calls on hunches, mostly because they can be wrong. I was called to a suspicious death in Woolwich, South-East London. When I arrived I was presented with a scene in an old bike shed. It was a place the homeless used for shelter when the weather wasn’t so good. Inside was a deceased man, who was a known local drinker. As a suspicious death, the shed was treated as a crime scene with cordon tape around it. I went inside wearing overshoes, a paper suit and gloves. The shed was absolutely littered with rubbish and empty bottles and cans of alcohol, and the man was laying on a rotten old mattress. The smell was awful, and made me slightly gag (no I never got used to it). The man looked like he could’ve been asleep. There were no obvious injuries on him. He’d recently been arrested and the records showed he wasn’t in good health. The person that found him was another drunk sleeping in there, and when he woke up he couldn’t rouse his mate and realised he was dead. There was nothing to contradict what he was saying. Intelligence checks on both the deceased man and the witness raised no concerns. All-in-all, it very much pointed to natural causes, likely linked to heavy drinking. But as I couldn’t be sure, I wasn’t happy to call it as such. So, a special post-mortem was arranged. I went along, completely prepared for a quick confirmation of what I thought had happened. I couldn’t have been more wrong. The man had severe internal injuries consistent with having been stamped to death. His mate had failed to tell us about the other drinker who’d been there that night and had killed him after an alcohol-fuelled argument. I was very glad the evidence-based process we followed meant I didn’t declare that death non-suspicious. Had I done so, a dangerous criminal could have remained free. Shipman’s conviction for fifteen murders made him Britain’s most prolific convicted serial killer. But those deaths really were the tip of the iceberg. The enquiry that investigated his working history revealed the true scale of his offending. The number of patients he murdered was likely to be around 250. Every one of those deaths left a family behind. It meant hundreds lost the last years with their mum or dad. Probably thousands of grandchildren never got to know their nan or granddad. And many of those will ask the question, how could this be allowed to happen? The system I worked to was one designed to identify murders that might not seem immediately obvious. But no system is perfect. The deaths of most of Shipman’s victims would never have been brought to the attention of the police, prior to the intervention of Dr Reynolds. Those that were would immediately have appeared to be non-suspicious. Whether by chance or design, his method of killing avoided the very system designed to detect murder. But in the end, it wasn’t the murders that brought him down. It was his greed. Thanks for reading or listening to Murder Unpacked. If you'd like more insights into murder investigation and the chance to join the conversation, subscribe below. Until next time, take care. You’re the Detective At what point would you have started to suspect these deaths weren’t natural? I’d love to hear your thoughts in the comments. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit www.murderunpacked.com (https://www.murderunpacked.com?utm_medium=podcast&utm_campaign=CTA_1)

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    22 Aug 2026

    Murder Unpacked: The Learning Curve

    Everywhere you look today, there’s murder. I don’t mean literal crimes taking place, I mean some kind of media. Be it documentaries, crime fiction, books, podcasts, even Substack. So, we must know all there is to know, right? That’s definitely how I felt about murders. Until I started investigating them. I’d been a police officer for eighteen years, most of that time as a detective, investigating virtually every crime imaginable, but not murder. Looking back now, when I joined the murder teams as a Detective Sergeant in 2009, I think I was a bit naïve about what I was signing up for. I’d investigated shootings, stabbings and other serious assaults. I thought the investigative skills would be the same. Very quickly I realised I couldn’t have been more wrong. It wasn’t just the crime itself that was different. It was everything. The law. Forensics. Digital investigation. Human behaviour. Investigative strategy. The pressure. I realised murder investigation wasn’t simply another type of investigation. It was something unique. In total I spent twelve years on the murder teams, and every day taught me something new. Literally right up until my last day. I wish I’d had that knowledge when I first started investigating murders. When I retired from the police, all that knowledge left with me. But that never sat right with me. That journey I went on. The successes I had. The mistakes I made. I didn’t want all of that to be forgotten. That’s a big reason for what came afterwards. First the books. Then television. And now Murder Unpacked. And that is what will sit at the centre of every article I write and every podcast I record. Each will look at a well-known case, and occasionally a lesser-known one. But not simply to recount what happened. Each will unpack one aspect of murder investigation. Sometimes we’ll look at the techniques detectives use to solve cases. Sometimes we’ll explore why investigations go wrong. Sometimes we’ll examine the difficult decisions detectives face. Sometimes we’ll look at mistakes. Mine included. Because if we’re going to understand murder investigation properly, we have to be honest enough to talk about both the successes and the failures. No single article can explain murder investigation. But my hope is that, over time, they build into something much bigger. The goal for every article is simple. I want you to finish it understanding something you didn’t know before. If that happens, then Murder Unpacked has done exactly what I set out to do. I also hope this becomes more than just a place to read or listen. At the end of every written article you’ll find You’re the Detective. It’s your opportunity to ask questions, challenge ideas, share your thoughts and discuss the investigation with others who are just as curious about how murders are investigated. Over time, I hope that community will also help shape where Murder Unpacked goes next. Because although I spent twelve years investigating murder, I never reached the end of my own learning curve. Hopefully, each article becomes part of yours. Let’s begin. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit www.murderunpacked.com (https://www.murderunpacked.com?utm_medium=podcast&utm_campaign=CTA_1)

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