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The following programme contains distressing scenes.

I have a big secret.

It's been in my head for the last 30 odd years.

I was always just...

...the seven-year-old who'd been kidnapped.

Nobody knew my name.

I was anonymous from the get-go.

I assumed that life

would continue just like normal.

But there's been a massive cost

to holding on to this for so long.

I'm pretty sure it was a weekend.

It was really sunny.

It was really warm.

I had these white roller boots on,

which were a couple of sizes too big.

My dad was in the front garden planting pansies.

To this day, I can't stand pansies.

I went out

to go call on a friend,

and I've lost control...

...and donked my head.

My dad gave me a pound

to go to the local sweet shop.

But because we'd been living there not very long...

...I got lost.

I saw a man,

and he was fixing his car.

And my dad's a mechanic, so...

...because he was a mechanic just like my dad,

I asked him for directions.

He didn't even answer.

Didn't even think about it.

It was just instant.

He scooped me up, roller boots and all,

threw me into the boot of his car.

The car started moving.

I could see a can of WD-40.

There was also a hammer

in the boot of the car.

I started hammering

for all I was worth

on the lid and on the back.

I screamed that I would give him money

because I had the pound that my dad gave me.

And his only response was,

"Shut up or I'll kill you."

Inside the boot,

there was a hole,

about this big,

which I could see out of.

And I could see

the lights when he braked.

I started to...

...untie my roller boots and slip them off

because I... I thought that

I might get the opportunity

when he opened the boot of his car

for me to... to jump out,

and I'd stand a better chance

if I was running and not with the boots still on.

It sort of felt like ages...

...but it probably wasn't.

And then, when we got to Devil's Dyke,

he...

...took me out of the boot of his car...

...and he strangled me.

Then, he just disposed of me

like he was fly-tipping,

just like I was an old mattress or something,

just thrown into a bush somewhere.

He left me, thinking I was dead.

That day, we'd been for quite a long drive.

We were doing a little bit of a touristy thing,

exploring a bit of the lovely Sussex countryside.

I was with my ex at the time,

we were in our mid-20s, and the sun was setting,

and I just thought,

it's such a great spot on top of that hill.

At that golden hour, we could sit up there quietly

and watch the sunset and watch the change of light.

And I remember there was another car there,

only about 50 yards away from us in the distance,

and I got a glimpse of someone

getting in that car and driving off.

Then, we were alone. It was quiet and still,

and I thought, this is a moment of peace.

When I woke up, it was dark.

I couldn't quite stand up.

My head was swimming.

And I was very, very dizzy

and I kept falling over.

I just remember it being really cold...

...and knowing that I had to... find help.

When I finally came into a clearing...

...I saw some headlights...

...and my first thought was

that it was him again

and that he was here to finish me off.

But...

...I realised that

if I didn't approach these headlights,

I'd die because I would freeze.

I saw her come out from behind this bush.

She was completely naked.

Kind of, hands like this and crying.

Mud all down her legs.

Her hair was all dishevelled,

blotchy red.

There was blood in...

...delicate places that I...

couldn't care to mention,

and looking up towards us,

and I jumped out of the car and ran towards her.

And she said to me,

"Are you gonna kidnap me?"

And I said to her,

"No, we're here to help you, you're gonna be OK."

They must have been horrified

because I had no clothes on.

They wrapped a blanket around me

and sat me in their car.

The closest building that we could think of was the Golf Club.

I was getting a little bit panicked. I sort of thumped on the door.

I said, "Let me in, I need the phone."

I ran in and literally grabbed it

and dialled 999.

And I said, "I found a young girl in the bushes naked.

I need help, I need the police. I need the ambulance now".

It wasn't very long

before there were sirens coming in every direction.

I remember the ride in the ambulance.

And then...

...being at the hospital.

It was dreadful. It was surreal.

It was... It was...

something that will never come out of my head.

It was obvious to me

what had probably happened to her,

and I'd been aware of what had happened

at the Wild Park with the other two murders in that area.

I-I don't think that I was even...

...aware of the murdered girls until...

...much, much later than my abduction.

I... I was too young.

I don't remember when I found out

there had been two other victims.

Living in Moulsecoomb,

it was a lovely atmosphere.

And it was safe there to play.

You know, in the garden or indoors or out,

you know, on the pavement.

Nicola, she loved being in Moulsecoomb.

She was just a normal little girl.

She was so loveable.

A little chatterbox sometimes.

She loved EastEnders.

And she loved Frankie by Sister Sledge.

♪ SISTER SLEDGE: Frankie ♪

♪ Do you remember me?

♪ Frankie, do you remember me?

♪ Do you remember... ♪

She loved that song, dancing around,

and Karen used to do it with her as well.

Karen lived two doors up.

They'd been friends for years.

They were always in the garden

or in our house or in Karen's house.

There was a particular day...

...that's when it all happened.

Nicola had just come in from school.

She'd changed her shoes

and then she changed her frock.

Nicky was in the garden and Karen came along.

And then about 5:00 or just after,

Michelle came along to ask if I'd seen Karen.

I said, "Yes, she was playing across the road with Nicola,"

and... but she said, "She's not there now."

And we thought they must have just gone down the road

to her other little friend that she usually plays with...

...but no.

And then we saw one of the other boys

who lived, like, two doors up from us,

so we asked if they'd seen Nicky and Karen.

They said "I've seen Karen, she was playing on the tree in the park.

Nicky was there with her,

but she was hiding behind another little tree."

So, we rushed over to the park.

Didn't go right into it because it was really getting misty.

Then we shouted there.

There's something made me

feel weird in the park.

It was just the... the feeling.

It's something in that park that's daunting me.

When we were calling, calling,

and I thought, "No, we've got to do something now,

it's getting on to eight o'clock."

So, we called the police.

They were very, very good.

They came straight away.

'Fears began to grow when nine-year-old Karen Hadaway,

and her friend, Nicola Fellows, failed to return to their homes

on a Brighton council estate last night.

They were last seen shortly after six o'clock

outside a local chip shop.

At nightfall, their distraught parents

called in the police. Over 150 police officers

and neighbours of the girls' families

had been searching a large area of woods and parkland,

half a mile from the girls' home.'

I was a beat officer, so it would be 8 am.

I went in to book on,

and I was told, "You're not going to be on your beat today,

you're going to be doing house-to-house inquiries."

You'd look under beds, you'd look in wardrobes, dustbins,

everything to find two little girls.

Had she ever run away from home before?

No, she hadn't, it's very out of character.

So you don't think that they just ran away for fun?

No. If they are, they're up to something mischief,

but what, I can't think.

Come home, darling, please.

Daddy's not gonna tell you off, alright?

Just... Just come home, please, now.

'A helicopter was called in,

but as the hours passed, it seemed an increasingly slender hope

that the girls had run away and were hiding.'

Me and my brother, Kevin, got to Coldean Lane, Wild Park,

and the Evening Argus

were putting out posters of missing girls,

with the girls' photos on it.

So we started putting these posters up in shop windows,

in bus stops.

We thought, "We gotta do something. We've come from London,

we've got to do something."

There was a radio message saying,

"Can anybody check the verge of Wild Park?"

So, I searched all that and I couldn't see anything

and I thought, I'll have a quick smoke.

As I tried to light my pipe, this voice said,

"Oi! What are you doing?!"

The guy had a dog, which he said was a tracker dog.

I knew him from the past.

He was a petty criminal,

he stole cars and did shoplifting.

And he said to me,

"We've been tracking all day,

but it's getting late now, we're gonna give up."

So, I said to him, "No, no, we've got to keep looking."

And he said to me, "Well, if I find them and they're dead,

I'll get nicked, won't I?"

And it was quite strange.

And at that point,

up on the banking,

these two boys suddenly appeared shouting,

"We found them, we found them!"

We started running.

I was right behind him,

and I got there and stepped

between him and the two girls.

They were there, as if they were sunbathing.

Nicola Fellows was on her back

with one knee up.

And Karen Hadaway was laying on her stomach

with her arm round as if she was asleep.

They were arranged like that.

They were cold as marble. It was awful.

It was just awful.

'At 4:00 o'clock, the girls' parents'

worst fears were confirmed

when their bodies were found in a clearing at Moulsecoomb Wild Park.

One of them had been sexually assaulted,

both had been strangled.'

One of the police officers came and told me that,

"Yeah, she's been found."

And I said, "Oh, great, great," you know.

And I said, "Has anything happened to her?"

And when she told me,

I thought, "Oh, God."

You know what I mean? I can scream sometimes and that.

I have done, really screamed,

on my own.

You know?

Losing a child is the hardest.

The Evening Argus dropped through my letterbox

in my home in Brighton, and it was front page news:

"Two girls found dead."

It was the most horrific thing.

They had been sexually assaulted.

As a court reporter, you get used to

reporting the most gruesome things.

But this was a double child murder.

"The Babes in the Wood" was the biggest story

in Brighton since the war.

It touched everybody

from every income,

every class, every walk of life.

They wanted to know who is this person

who lives amongst us who could've done this?

We found out last night that they'd been murdered.

There were quite a few of us that were in tears.

You can't think straight.

And especially from my window, if you look through the top,

you can see them all over there. It is awful.

On the morning of Saturday the 11th October,

we arrived at Brighton Police Station in John Street.

I was struck by the numbers of detectives

that were going to be deployed on this investigation.

Right from the outset,

it was clear that it was going to be

a massive investigation.

Because of where the bodies of the two little girls were found,

it was a bit of a den, it wouldn't have been a place

that a stranger to that area would have been familiar with,

and therefore, this must have been

committed by somebody they knew.

Because, why would they have gone into there

with somebody who was a complete stranger?

'At this time tomorrow, two local schoolgirls

will retrace the last steps of the victims

in a carefully-planned reconstruction

which may help further in the hunt for the killer.'

The police went to Nicky's school,

and there was a girl in there,

and she was the spitting image of Nicola,

and she's the one that done the reconstruction of Nicola.

You know, where the girls were, and where they went.

'At 5:00, last Thursday afternoon,

the girls were playing with a group of friends

outside a neighbour's house.

Soon after, they made their way from Newick Road

here across the A27 to Wild Park.'

When they were doing the reconstruction of her,

they said, "It's uncanny."

They said, "God, she's like Nicola."

And I thought, "God, wish it was."

'At the Brighton incident room,

they're already dealing with the results of over

2,000 interviews and 1,200 phone calls

from members of the public.'

There were a number of individuals

that became known as persons of interest.

All of those people were eliminated

through the fact they clearly

weren't present in that area at the time.

Constantly, the evidence kept coming back

to one individual,

and his proximity

to all that was going on

in and around the time that the girls went missing.

Rachael was a free spirit, wasn't she?

She just enjoyed...

...children's things.

She played across the road all the time.

They did their own thing.

Bicycles, skateboards, skates.

They had fun.

When she disappeared,

I'd assumed she was down with her friend two doors down.

They played together,

so if you didn't see her, you assumed she was there.

My only knowledge that Rachael had gone

was when the police arrived.

I was mystified and panicking.

And lucky enough for me...

...Jennie arrived home at the same time.

It happened so quickly.

When the police officer came,

and she just said, am I Mum? I said, "Yes."

And, uh...

...that was when she said Rachael was, um...

...in the hospital.

And could I go?

Sorry, it's still raw now...

...even after all these years.

When I first met Rachael at the hospital,

she was sat on the bed.

She had lovely blonde hair.

It had bracken and gorse in it,

and she had a number of scratches

that were even obvious as you walked into the room.

And I remember when Jennie got to the Royal Alexandra, Rachael's mum,

I needed her to not show

her upset and distress to Rachael,

because that could have closed her down

and stopped her from talking to us.

Debbie said, uh...

"Try and be strong.

Try not to show...

...any emotions."

She was sitting in bed with a colouring book.

And I just sat there with her

while she coloured.

Apparently, the first words out of my mouth were,

"Look, Mummy, I'm colouring in Rupert Bear".

I was worried that she'd be cross

because I'd lost my brand new jumper.

That's what I was afraid of.

It could have easily have been murder.

Easily. It was just...

seconds away from murder.

I live in Brighton.

I'm a resident of Brighton.

I've got kids that are a similar age,

and this can be replicated across,

you know, so many people.

You know, there was a sense of urgency,

there really was, of having to get out there

and to identify this person as soon as possible

and to make sure he's arrested.

Rachael was able to tell us

that it was a red car,

and she said that it was a car with a boot.

And she told us what she did in the boot.

She hammered on the boot.

She also spoke about finding

a can of WD-40.

I think she referred to it as the same stuff

that her dad used when the car didn't work.

Debbie was passing information back to us

at John Street Police Station.

At that time, Rachael was seven-years-old.

That's all, seven-years-old.

She was just an innocent,

intelligent, articulate

seven-year-old girl, who met a monster.

The really important thing was that

she had said that it was a man,

and she had said that that man had a moustache.

Now, that's a really vital piece of information.

We then started doing a trawl through our intelligence.

We were going on for persons who have previous convictions

for indecent assault, paedophilia,

and any person that we suspected

were involved in offences against children.

The level of awareness that she had

in such a crisis

was quite incredible.

And then the information came through that...

a local man,

known very much to the police,

had been seen driving around in a red car,

and this person had, in the past, been suspected

of serious sexual assaults

and violent crimes towards children.

It's weird, because...

on the one hand,

I know that it happened to me.

But, on the other hand,

it almost feels like a dream.

A psychologist told me that it's called disassociation.

Where you think this whole...

...reality is just a dream.

I'm hoping by telling my story...

...I will be able to put myself back in the now.

But...

there is still stuff that I don't know.

'In the days following the double murder,

conditions on the Moulsecoomb Council Estate,

where Karen and Nicola lived,

have been subjected to a kind of scrutiny they've never known

since the first tenants moved in here in 1936.'

Most individuals who are involved in a crime like this

don't ordinarily...

...put themselves in a position where suspicion

thrusts itself on them.

But that's clearly what had happened in this case.

Right from the first minute, one individual

called Russell Bishop was always a person of interest.

Everybody was saying,

"Why is he doing this? Why's he done that?"

The significant thing was that Russell Bishop

was known to both families,

and he spent quite a lot of time

around the Fellows' home.

He was friendly with Nicola's father, Barrie Fellows.

So, the two girls knew Russell Bishop very well.

And we knew that there had been various sightings of Bishop,

in and around the Wild Park,

particularly between 5:15 and 6:30

on the evening of the 9th,

when the girls went missing.

And then, he put himself at the scene

during the course of the search the following afternoon.

I remember I had this conversation with Bishop

as we walked along the path,

where he said, "If I find them and they're dead".

You know, we never say that.

"If I find them and they're dead, I'll get nicked."

I mean, why did he say that? What made him say that?

And then, when the two girls' bodies were found,

he said that he got there

and felt their necks to see if there was a pulse...

...stating that the bodies were "cold and stiff," in his words.

He then subsequently, in another statement,

said that he actually hadn't done that.

I was asked later what was his reaction,

and I said there was no reaction.

He just stood there.

He was pretty unemotional.

You know, it could have been a dead rabbit.

The evidence was becoming

more and more aligned with Russell Bishop.

When you have a briefing in a murder investigation,

you tend to go round the room

and deal with items of interest.

Now, one of the items of interest on this particular morning

was the fact that a witness had been seen the previous day

who described Russell Bishop as wearing a blue sweatshirt

on the evening that the two girls went missing.

The Scenes of Crime Officer

left the briefing,

and a number of us remember it.

He went scurrying off

because he realised

that in the exhibit store,

he had seen a blue sweatshirt.

On the afternoon

that the search was still going on for the missing girls,

a man had seen a woman

looking closely at a garment that was on the footpath.

The significant thing about that was that footpath

actually led up to the estate

where Russell Bishop lived.

That sweatshirt became hugely significant.

We identified fibres from

both the girls' sweatshirts

and the ivy spores.

The area where the two dead girls were found

contained a lot of ivy.

Now, of course, our job was to try and link

the sweatshirt to Bishop.

But in those days, we didn't have DNA.

We interviewed individuals

who were aware of Russell Bishop

spraying two cars.

One a Ford Cortina,

and a Mini that he had painted.

The paint on the sweatshirt

was shown to be identical to that found on those two cars.

Two police officers took the sweatshirt

to Bishop's home address

to ask Jennie Johnson, his partner,

about the sweatshirt.

She was on her own because

Bishop was being interviewed by Police

in John Street Police Station.

And the first thing she said was,

"Oh, you've brought Russell's sweatshirt back."

She then quite freely made a statement

that this was indeed Bishop's.

She had no idea at that time

the significance of it.

And suddenly, the whole case against Bishop

took off in a big, big way.

'The double murder of nine-year-old Nicola Fellows

and Karen Hadaway was a brutal crime.

On December 4th, Russell Bishop was charged

with the murder of the two girls.

Since that time, he's continued to deny both killings.'

Russell Bishop knew Barrie and Sue.

He would play football with Barrie in Wild Park.

But that's when he really came into my eyeline.

When he was actually arrested and charged for the murders.

I thought, "Great. They've got him."

The funeral was the next big thing for us;

Nicky and Karen's funeral.

Because up to that point, the bodies were being held

by the police, weren't being handed over.

"We brought nothing into the world

and we take nothing out.

The Lord gives and the Lord takes away."

It was too moving.

Oh, God, I can see it now.

They were little white coffins.

Karen,

full of life and full of love

and full of vitality.

And Nicky,

again beautiful,

again a gift.

Oh, God!

Oh, God.

Sorry.

It's just the look of it,

seeing it, and in my mind.

The coffin.

That'll never go out of your mind, does it.

There's a whole row of wreaths,

and amongst them was a wreath from the Bishop family.

We asked for that to be removed.

'Nicola and her school friend, Karen Hadaway,

were found murdered in October last year

in Moulsecoomb, Wild Park, in Brighton.

Both had been strangled

and Nicola had also been sexually assaulted.

21-year-old labourer, Russell Bishop, has denied killing them.'

From the first day of the trial,

there was wall-to-wall coverage

in the local media and in the national press.

There was a real edge to this trial.

We're now sitting in a public gallery above Court No.1,

and in the dock you can see Russell Bishop.

Opposite Russell Bishop, you've got the judge.

Underneath us was the jury.

The trial was nerve-wracking.

I was the first witness up.

The questions were fired at me and that

and I said so many wrong things.

Then the barrister said, "Right you can go and get down now."

So I got down and I cried.

I just burst into tears.

'This afternoon, there's been evidence

from Nicola's mother, Mrs Susan Fellows.

She told the court that her daughter wasn't allowed to cross the busy

A27 road to the park

unless there was an adult with her.

The trial here at Lewes is expected to continue for four weeks.'

We had high hopes of that trial.

"This evidence will prove this, this evidence will prove that.

You'll all come to the same conclusion we have.

This man is guilty."

The forensic evidence...

...was compelling, and there was no doubt

the case against Russell Bishop was a strong one.

'The strongest piece of forensic evidence,

the prosecution says, is a blue sweatshirt

found beside a path Bishop used

on his way home that night.'

On the defence side, Ivan Lawrence,

now Sir Ivan Lawrence,

was one of the sought-after defence QCs at that time.

He'd defended the Krays

in some of the Kray trials, successfully.

He was a wily fox.

I didn't know Bishop.

I didn't know whether he was innocent or guilty.

My role is to represent the defendant,

to test the strength of the prosecution case.

You don't feel particularly strongly necessarily about it,

you just look at it cold...

...with the light of day, black and white.

There was evidence of the fibres on the sweatshirt.

That could have come from

the little girls' jumpers.

But, the evidence was that Coldean School,

which must have had hundreds

of green jumpers,

were all made up with these fibres.

So anybody on the Moulsecoomb Estate

who sent their child to Coldean School

would have been likely to have had the same fibres on their clothing.

And then, the evidence couldn't be relied upon

because it was kicked about,

it was poked about by people that were finding it.

And there were some red paint marks,

and they were examined...

...but this was the most common of all the paints.

Every shop had it,

and that must be added to the fact

that nobody who saw

Bishop spraying any car

ever saw him wearing a Pinto.

There was another one, was ivy.

"Ahh!" said the prosecution.

There was ivy on the sweatshirt,

which was identical

to the ivy spores

that there were in the den.

But then the prosecution had to agree...

...that all ivy spores are the same.

And then Jennie Johnson.

Jennie Johnson was Russell Bishop's common-law-wife.

Jennie Johnson made a statement to the police

that that sweatshirt was owned by Russell Bishop.

And then in court turned around and said

Russell Bishop never owned that sweatshirt.

She said to the court that she was forced to sign this statement.

The police forced her to sign it.

She lied.

And by doing that, she took Bishop out of that sweatshirt.

Bishop's no longer in that sweatshirt.

And there's the problem.

This bit of evidence's gone down the tube.

There was no evidence that could be relied upon

that the Pinto sweatshirt

had belonged to Bishop.

Of all the people who gave evidence,

and I think nine people gave evidence on his behalf,

and a lot of people gave evidence for the prosecution,

none had ever seen him wearing that sweatshirt.

There was no evidence

upon which any prosecution could rely

that Bishop had anything to do

with the killing of the two girls.

Nobody ever saw Bishop with the girls.

Nobody ever saw him going to

where they said the murders had taken place.

There was no evidence that Bishop

was with the girls

at any time prior to their death...

...in the Wild Park.

The court process is very much about playing a game.

It's not about a search for the truth.

Sadly, the price for that

is paid by the public,

and the victims,

and the victims' families.

If it wasn't Bishop,

could it possibly be anybody else?

I pointed out to the jury that the evidence

against Nicola's father was stronger

than the evidence against Bishop.

Defence Counsel Ivan Lawrence

told the jury today that almost anyone

could have killed Nicola Fellows and her friend, Karen Hadaway.

He said that during the police inquiry,

nine people appeared to be suspects,

and Barrie Fellows was one of them.

He said it was not unknown for a father to kill his daughter.

You know, I wasn't accusing Nicola's father of having done it,

but you've got to be certain

of the evidence before you convict a man of murder

of two little girls. Dreadful murder.

The jury went out.

Two hours and ten minutes later,

we're getting told they have come to a verdict.

"On the count one:

The murder of Nicola Fellows,

do you find the defendant guilty or not guilty?"

"Not guilty."

Bang. Uproar.

All hell broke loose.

Inside there was commotion as a brother jumped into the dock

to embrace 21-year-old Bishop.

As he was pulled out, a fight broke out with Police.

The Bishop family, all shouting and screaming.

We didn't hear the second verdict

because of this... this commotion that's going on.

There were loud cheers from Russell Bishop's family.

On the second count of murder, it was also "Not guilty."

'One of his brothers relayed the verdict.'

Not guilty, lads!

'Russell Bishop was saying nothing

and leaving in a waiting car to be reunited

with his girlfriend and their two children.'

The police nearly ruined a young man's life

and I hope they're proud of that

What's your word towards - the police then? - Disgusting!

There was no investigation. It was a complete fix.

They discharged Bishop there and then.

We're sitting dumbfounded for a second.

You know, what's just happened?

I was so angry.

I thought, but who the hell could have done it then?

In 1986...

...I would have been... four.

I was living in completely the other side of Brighton...

...blissfully unaware of everything

that was going on in Moulsecoomb.

I didn't know anything about the two other victims,

and I don't recall when I found out about them.

The Hadaways and the Fellows

needed to get justice for their...

...two girls.

And I would have done the same in their shoes.

But over the years,

every time they

gave a press interview,

or there was something else in the media

with relevance to them,

it made it difficult

for me to sweep under the rug.

Because it never went away.

When Bishop was found not guilty...

...I couldn't believe it.

We didn't know who murdered Nicky.

But if Russell Bishop didn't do it,

then somebody else did it, and I want to know who.

The Fellows and the Hadaways were determined

that this should not be the end of the murder hunt,

that there was still a killer at large.

And so they wanted to keep the campaign going.

The Bishops were determined to front this campaign as a basis of:

"Russell Bishop is innocent.

It must be someone else. Let's go and find this other person".

Something major happened after the verdict.

The News of the World ran a story

on the Bishop Family about him being found not guilty,

and they were throwing allegations all over the place.

The News of the World, they were trying to frame Barrie,

by any means possible.

That's when they all went about Barrie.

That he could have done it, then.

He's the one that done it.

He could have murdered his daughter.

Barrie Fellows was an unloved

character in Moulsecoomb.

He had no friends on the estate.

His behaviour at the time the girls went missing

did him no favours.

When he found out that Nicky had disappeared,

he sat down to eat his dinner before he got up to go and search.

A lot of people held that against him for a long time

as a sign that he did not love his child

and that he had something to hide.

One woman said to me,

"Barrie murdered his own daughter.

I've got the proof."

"What do you mean you've got the proof? What's your proof?"

"He stopped and had his dinner."

Sorry, that's not proof.

The house, it was covered in graffiti.

"Murderer." "We don't want you here."

"Get away."

We've already lost Nicola,

why have we got to go and put up with that sort of thing?

Despicable people.

Has it been more hard to stomach in the sense that you've been

accused of possibly being involved in the whole affair?

Yeah, that hurts deeply, to think that anyone

could think that I killed my little girl. No way.

No way. No way at all.

I deny it emphatically.

I love that girl.

It drove me and Barrie apart.

Wouldn't even let him near me,

because of what the people were saying about him.

So I kept thinking,

"Did he do it? Didn't he do it?"

You drop a pebble in the water, you see the ripples going out.

It cost Barrie and Susan their marriage.

They couldn't live together after it.

Karen's dad, Lee.

The heartache and the agony...

...it cost him his life.

When I saw Nicky in the mortuary,

it hurt.

It hurt like hell.

I used to wear a silver St Christopher.

I took it off and I said,

"Can you put that around her neck, please?"

In my opinion, the Crown Prosecution Service

did not do their job properly.

They failed my family big time.

Nigel said to me, "What are we gonna do?"

I said, "I don't know." He said, "I'll do anything for you".

So, it was put on his shoulders.

After that verdict came in "Not guilty..."

...that's when I made that promise to Nicky,

I'm gonna find the truth.

We wanted to see if we could profile Bishop.

We took the file to Charing Cross Hospital,

to the psychiatrist, and asked for his opinion.

After about six weeks, he asked to come and see him. So we did.

He said, "There's no easy way of telling you this,

but you got a predator paedophile on your hands."

"Pardon? What do you mean by predator paedophile?"

You can imagine how much that kicks you in the stomach.

Jesus Christ, what have we got on our hands here?

He's already been found not guilty once.

He feels he's above the law.

He told us he will attack again.

He will attack and kill again.

'50 people set off in a march from Brighton's Wild Park.

As part of the protest, a petition was handed to the police,

calling for the case to be reopened.'

I'm adamant that my daughter's killer should be found.

I won't rest until this man or people are brought to justice.

We want justice! We want justice!

What do we want? Justice!

Everybody! Justice!

'Today, Russell Bishop was among those taking part

in the demonstration.'

We walked down the town

to the police station and, you know,

in our march, with him.

I thought, "That smirky little so-and-so."

On the walk, you got Russell Bishop,

wearing a hi-vis vest,

giving interviews to the media about whatever.

He was trying to put himself as the innocent bystander.

"I'm the innocent man."

'I suppose some people might be surprised

that you're now linking up with the parents

of the two murdered schoolgirls,

having been accused yourself of their murder.'

People are very surprised.

People keep on asking me why do I keep on and on and on.

The fact is, I want to see this case reopened.

My name isn't cleared until someone else

is brought to justice, the real person.

In my opinion,

a murderer had got away with murdering two little children.

He will attack again.

He had to be stopped.

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