Robert Morphet hadn’t seen his elderly neighbour in several days. He was concerned that 88-year-old Jack could have fallen or hurt himself, so Robert decided to call in to make sure Jack was okay. When a knock at the door went unanswered, Robert walked around to his neighbour's garden and checked the shed. It was locked, but something in the back of Robert’s mind told him to look inside…

Officers from the Cheshire Constabulary stood guard at the rear of a property on Hylton Court in Ellesmere Port. An ominous white tent had been erected covering a section of the garden at the bottom of a terraced house. Specialists congregated in the confined space of a brick outbuilding and methodically began chipping away at layers of cement covering a large object that seemed out of place. After hours of painstaking work, a tightly wrapped sheet of tarpaulin was revealed. Thick elastic circled the plastic, and the ends of the bungee cords hooked together, securing whatever or whoever was inside...

Police Constable John Robert Chapman was on duty when he spotted an elderly farmer waving frantically. Henry Dobson was out of breath and barely able to stand as he finally blurted out to the approaching officer, “My wife! She’s dead. She’s murdered in the field”…

A quiet man in his 50s, leading a simple life of gardening and visits to the pub, is brutally murdered in his own home. DNA, a shoe print from a rare type of trainer and CCTV footage are all left behind. Who would target this unassuming man? What sinister motive lurks behind this calculated act of extreme violence? And how could someone leave behind such a clear trail of evidence yet somehow elude justice?…

Held at gunpoint by an intruder, his family had been prisoners in their own home since the previous evening. For nearly twelve hours, they had listened as their captor spoke of the lives he had taken. When he finally slipped away in the morning, he left the captives to wrestle with his parting words: "I am going to die, but I will not be the only one..." 

The car parked on Lurgan Avenue matched the description circulated to the police in London. PC William Waters reported the discovery from a nearby police box and waited for detectives to arrive. Soon after, a man emerged from a house on Lurgan Avenue and approached the vehicle. PC Waters swiftly intercepted the suspect, asking if he owned the car. The man remained silent. When he was searched, officers discovered a pistol and ammunition concealed in the man’s pockets...

People had perished in the fire, and officers needed to gather as much information as possible. They visited the flat next door to routinely question the man who lived there. He said he needed to tell them something about the blaze. He held his hands out in front of him and put his head down before saying, “Can you get me out of here without being killed?”...

Kitty Bradley hadn’t seen her elderly neighbours open the shop that morning. She knew they weren't abroad for Christmas as it was their most profitable period of the year. Uneasy, Kitty called the police and reported her concerns. She was right to do so because when officers forced their way into the property, they discovered one of the most troubling crime scenes Birmingham had ever seen… 

In the background, a man can be heard desperately calling out, “Scarlett, Scarlett,” before he tells Sarah that their daughter is turning blue. The first ambulance arrives at the scene in just five minutes, but paramedics are not prepared for what they find…

A patient arrives at the accident and emergency unit at the Royal Victoria Infirmary with a complaint of searing pain in his arm. He says that an NHS nurse had come to his home earlier that morning to administer a covid booster, and he had been in agony ever since. Medical staff speculate that a less experienced sub-contractor gave him the vaccine. However, inquiries reveal that the person who injected Patrick was not a nurse. As Patrick’s condition worsens, it becomes clear that whatever he had been injected with was not for the benefit of his health…

Through the crowd of hushed onlookers, Police Constable John Sparks made his way to an uneasy scene on Nursery Road. Outside the Newtown Centre in Huntingdon, the usual lunchtime bustle had frozen. Cars were stationary in the middle of the road as paramedics worked desperately on a cyclist struck down just minutes earlier…

Shortly after falling asleep, 20-year-old Jacqueline Russell woke up to use the bathroom. She groggily padded down the stairs. Jacqueline expected to see her father home from his nightly walk, but the house was eerily quiet. Shandy, the family dog, was pacing anxiously back and forth in the back garden. It was around midnight, and Jacqueline was immediately worried for her father…  

Diana Doyle had not heard from her step-brother in weeks. As time ticked by, she began to worry that something was wrong with 63-year-old Ian Halls…

An emergency alert triggered a call to first responders in Sheffield. The man on the other end of the line said that he didn’t want the police to attend, but he really needed an ambulance as soon as possible. Voices could be heard in the background of the call. However, their tone suggested that they were not offering assistance…

The informant's microphone picked up the din of the busy beachfront restaurant. Sheriff’s deputies were stationed in a covert van nearby. They had a camera trained on one of the large windows, focusing on the target's hands passing an envelope of money to the informant. Still clear enough over the customer's chatter, the informant asked when he wanted it done. “Yesterday” was the response…

Bertie James Blackley was working with St John’s Ambulance service in Bristol when he received a message just after 1 am. Calling from a telephone kiosk, a woman said, “I have found my husband in the bath. I believe he is dead. I have done all I can to help him, but I am afraid it is too late”...

After school, Shelley’s children got onto the bus, but unusually, their mother was not waiting for them at the end of the journey. The children were independent enough to make their way home from the bus stop, although when they arrived, they realised their mother was not there, and the front door was locked…

The crew manager was the first to get through the door of the burning bungalow. Other firefighters were gearing up on the quiet street outside. Christopher Barber led the way to the bedroom—thick smoke billowed and visibility was low. He dropped to the ground, and after dousing some of the flames with water, he began searching the area with an outstretched arm. Barber made contact with what he initially believed to be a cushion on the ground at the foot of the bed, but then he heard a frail voice whimper, “Help me”...

Emergency responders had been directed to a two-car collision on Abbey Road in Sandbach. When they saw that the injuries sustained by the victims were clearly not caused by a crash, the paramedics soon realised it was far from a standard traffic accident. Not long after the incident, on that cold January morning, a man approached an officer from the Cheshire Police. He made a startling confession as he gestured towards the road. The man said, “I shot them up there”...

His crimes were becoming more frequent and even more brazen—four people had been killed in a four-week period. Investigators finally got a break when palm prints discovered at the scene of two murders were found to match a petty criminal in the system… (Part 2 of 2).