In his final months, DI Paul Grayson saw the Hangman everywhere. The cancer made him desperate: there were arrests made with no more relationship to the case than he had to a work-life balance.
I should know. I came in as administrative support and took a former interview room as an office, appropriately bleak and bare. For motivation I plastered it with press cuttings of the murders.
It was fascinating seeing the investigation from the inside. The theories, the frustration, the hopelessness. It limped on after he died but there were no more killings; it was wound up a couple of years later. I was long gone.
I was lucky enough to attend his funeral. Afterwards his colleagues said what a shame it was that he’d died with his final case unsolved.
But the clues were all around him, if only he’d known where to look.