Confession of a killer?
Jan 20, 2022
3 minutes
Lacing up her trainers, Joyce McLain, 16, bounded outside and did her lastminute stretches.
It was a beautiful evening in August 1980 and, after swimming in a nearby lake with her friends, she’d decided to wind down with a run.
It was 7.10pm when Joyce ran out to local fields for a few laps.
‘See you later,’ she called to her mum Pamela, sitting on the front step.
Watching her race off down the street in her pink, blue and white matching running shorts and top, Pamela smiled.
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