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Did the killer of Caroline Jones leave a clue to their identity by her body?

Find out of Murder Mile.

Yeah. identity by her body. Find out on Murder Mile. Today I'm standing on Bronzebury Villas in Kilburn, NW6. Three roads south of Jimmer Mitchell and the Grizzly suitcase of death.

Four roads northwest of Michael

Dowdzel, the sadistic little drummer boy, four streets west of the ill-fated first assassination

attempt by the so-called professional terrorist Carlos the Jackal, and two streets east of the

fat dog who ate all the diamonds, coming soon to Murder Mile.

Just off the busy Kilburn High Road sits 21 Bronsbury Villas, a white, flat-fronted,

semi-detached late Victorian townhouse on a quiet residential street dotted with an occasional

tree but no signs of life.

Unlike the other houses, its door isn't bedecked with a pretentious Doric column,

but with all of them being identically built, every floor is slightly off.

As with a set of steps taking you up to the ground floor, the bottom floor

isn't below the earth, but half-way up, giving its occupants a brief hint of light once

a day, a stunning view of the dog-plops on the pavement, but mostly the right to call their

grottie little basement flat, lower ground. Rather than the dungeon, the hellhole, the damp bit, the closet, or where dad stashes his jazz

max.

Back in 1940, this house was subdivided into four flats.

With a couple in the basement, a family above them, a lodger on the top floor, and in the

first floor mazinet, a woman whose life as a refugee, a widow, a mother, a loner, a recently

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