Welcome to Murder Mile.

Today, I'm standing on Union Street in Suffolk, SE1.

Five streets west of where Thomas Meaney was mistaken for a dummy,

three streets south of the suspicious suicide of God's banker,

and four streets east of the smashed five-year-old boy found dead in a toilet,

coming soon to Murder Mile.

As the kind of street untouched since the Victorian era,

except for the shard looming large across the skyline,

you might expect to see a toddler hacking up a lungful of soot after a shift as a chimney sweep. His 10-year-old

mum sozzled on homemade gin. A legless war veteran, flogging cadmeat he made from a mashed

up horse, and a toothless old sex worker cooing, tuppence for a flush of my ankle, dearie.' As an aged street, still riddled with the workshops of a bygone era, although its true location was never

reported, its cruelest of crimes occurred in a decade where prosperity was said to have boomed.

On the night of Saturday the 4th of February 1984, in the workshop of courier display systems

near Red Cross Way, teenage lovers Robert and Michelle were working the night shift to earn a few

quit for something special.

It was a night as ordinary as any other, as they did their job alongside a friend who they liked.

But for some reason, something made that friend turn bad, as in the blink of an eye, the lives of these two young lovers was ended in a truly

horrific way, which defied reason, decency and humanity.

But why?

My name is Michael.

I am your tour guide. This is Murder Mile. Episode 263, Sweethearts. Like a modern-day Romeo and Juliet, the love between Robert and Michelle was meant to be.

Born just six weeks apart, their story began miles from each other on opposite sides of the city of London.

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