I think they went back and checked gardens where he'd had a P after the penny dropped that he could be the ripper.
That Sgt. I think his name was Bob, saved me from what could have been an awkward situation one night. Myself and a mate were on our way home from a concert at Uni and decided to grab some fish and chips in Hillsborough. I was driving my dad's car, a Rover 3500S, and pulled up a side road to park. When we got back to the car it was surrounded by two cop cars and a dog van.
The Sgt. told the others that he knew me and everything was OK. Apparently a little old dear had seen two youths dump a posh car outside her house and run off down the street. Bless her.
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