I CAN START LIVING AGAIN

FOR years she was tortured by the same dream: in it she stood watching as handcuffs were slapped onto the wrists of her daughter’s killer, tears of relief streaming down her face. At last it was over . . .

But then Suzette Barnard would wake up and her heart would sink as she realised none of it had been real. The murderer was still on the loose after torturing, raping and killing Chantelle – and years down the line she was starting to think he might never be nabbed.

Yet earlier this month she received a call out of the blue: it was the police – and what they told her