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The back of a police van wasn’t the most comfortable place to conduct an interview, but Wendy had been in worse places. Kim Kelliher, the district nurse, seemed visibly shocked despite having seen her fair share of dead bodies in her time.
‘It was the way he was lying there. I’ve never seen a murdered body before. Most people just die in their sleep or something,’ she said, her voice quivering.
‘Do you know any of his friends or family at all? Did he mention anybody else?’ Wendy asked.
‘No, no-one. He never married, I know that much. And he mentioned a while back that he had no brothers or sisters. He used to be a teacher, he said. On the coast somewhere. He did say where, but I can’t remember.’
It struck Wendy as a little odd that someone would spend their life working near the co
