Peter Sutcliffe: The Yorkshire Ripper
A lone and savage killer stalked the deserted streets of England’s northern towns. As police struggled to catch the maniac, 13 women died before the case reached a dramatic climax. Part-time prostitute Wilma McCann was tottering slightly on her high heels as she made her way home after a night out in the pub. It was a bitterly cold October night in Leeds and she was glad to be within sight of her house in Scott Hall Avenue when the bearded stranger approached. Wilma, 28, and the mother of four young children, probably never knew what happened next. A hammer crashed down on the back of her head, once and then again, shattering her skull. Swiftly her attacker dragged her body away from the street to the darkness of the deserted Prince Philip playing fields. Wilma was already dead as her killer feverishly pulled down her white flared trousers and tore open her jacket and blouse. Then, in what was to become a ritual trademark, he stabbed her 14 times in her chest and stomach. Wilma M...