Steve Keogh: Murder Unpacked

Exploring how murders are investigated.
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Hosted by former Scotland Yard homicide detective Steve Keogh, Murder Unpacked explores murder investigations to understand how detectives think and work. www.murderunpacked.com

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  1. 2d ago

    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 Frid

  2. Sep 22

    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.

  3. Sep 15 ·  Bonus

    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. T

  4. Sep 8

    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

  5. Sep 1

    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. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit www.murderunpacked.com

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  6. Aug 24

    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 mi

  7. Aug 24

    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 ev

  8. Aug 24

    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, i

  9. Aug 22

    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

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Hosted by former Scotland Yard homicide detective Steve Keogh, Murder Unpacked explores murder investigations to understand how detectives think and work. www.murderunpacked.com

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    Exploring how murders are investigated.
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