The fourth series of the sober, unobtrusively made but invariably gripping documentary is as good as ever
This is the fourth series of the sober, unobtrusively made but invariably gripping documentary about the sort of crimes that are too sordid for cosy crime dramas but too inconclusive for anything a bit more sinister .
Meanwhile, tenancy records provided detectives with a name: 71-year-old John Wainwright. A visit to his bleak, now emptied flat in a Birmingham tower block revealed the cupboard that had housed the freezer, this evidently having leaked its contents after the electricity had been cut off. The neighbours said they had twice complained about the smell, only to be ignored by the building’s administrators. Modern Britain in a nutshell.
The victim apparently had no friends or family, and without knowing anything else about him, I couldn’t help feeling that Wainwright was now receiving more attention in death than he had in life. But it was later discovered that he had a live-in carer, 50-year-oldwho though unrelated, referred to Wainwright as “dad”.