If I were aÃ‚Â detective in Hertfordshire at the moment, I’d be making some strong contacts in the media. The current mystery unfolding in the leafy lanes of the county is a stone bonker for a two-part murder-mystery on a Sunday night on the BBC; these programmes don’t technically consult themselves.
It’s getting so you can’t take your dog for a countryside walk without stumbling across a bag full of discarded bodyÃ‚Â parts.
I don’t know much about murder investigations; I’ve never been a detective (I don’t drink enough) but I bet there is a sweepstake running in the incident room on which part will turn up next.
Wherever the next part is discovered, I bet the arsehole turns up in the Home Office.