Hello, it's Karamaghan.

I wanted to let you know about a new series I've spent most of this year working on.

It's called Murder in the Masaymara, and I'm the executive producer.

Here's the first episode of the series.

I hope you enjoy it.

Before we begin,

I want to warn you that this series contains details

that some listeners may find distressing.

So first of all, can you introduce yourself, please?

I'm Bob Ward, I'm Julie's younger brother and John Ward's son.

So, in your own words, if you could just tell me the story of the wards?

The wards? Well, I of the wards. The wards?

Well, I suppose the wards were a completely normal family with a very normal, happy, loving upbringing.

Dad was a self-made man.

It's March 2024, and I'm in Bob Ward's childhood home in Suffolk, in the east of England.

It's a rambling building, painted a pale yellow and set back from the road.

A sign at the top of the driveway spells out the word Saxonwood in yellow gothic letters.

Bob used to live here with his sister, Julie, their brother and their mum and dad.

Mum was a housewife, absolutely mad on dogs, but we grew up surrounded with a menagerie of animals, a donkey at one point, rabbits, tortoises.

Bob shows me around.

The house is bigger than most, with photographs on the walls and souvenirs from trips abroad.

But at one end, the evidence of normal family life gives way to rooms lined with metal shells holding heavy files.

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