December 1968, Bayswater, West London.

16 miles north of Leatherhead Golf Course, three years before the unidentified victims' shallow graves were unearthed,

and just one month before her grisly demise,

a five-foot four-inch woman of medium build,

with neck-length dark hair, which was graying at the roots,

entered 72 Queensborough Terrace, where she was known

and felt safe. In her hand, she clutched a small suitcase containing some clothes.

Latvia house was a slightly shabby but affordable little hostel,

which is a place of refuge for London's Latvian refugees to find shelter during the dark times,

provided a bed for a few shillings with a locked door.

Turning the key and sliding the bolt to shield her from the struggles of her chaotic life.

The woman exhaled deeply as she lay on the soft soothing warmth of her bed,

in the familiar sanctuary of room 16.

Finging her two silver rings, to remind her of a marriage which she once thought was good.

Before being beaten blue and bleeding red, she fled to London.

And although, now alone, she nestled into the reassuring pillow, wearing a navy blue slip,

a pink woollen housecoat, and blue carpet slippers.

Although she would often vanish without a trace, no one reported her missing.

Not her friends, not her lover, and especially not her ex-husband.

Tuesday the 7th of September, 19, two years and nine months later.

Three shallow graves at Ashtit Woods told the detectives almost nothing about the sadistic

killer, who DCS Scheming had described as a monster.

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