The remains, believed to be female, were discovered this afternoon in the private woodland belonging to singer Michael Reyji Ray. Two female bodies have already been identified at Ray’s Sussex home as those of Annalise Cannon, daughter of singer-songwriter Cat Cannon, and Karla Muller, a German teenager who went missing at the height of Ray’s fame.

It is thought Michael Reyji Ray killed the women, dismembered their bodies and buried them in his grounds. Annalise Cannon’s body was partially burned.

Ray died at his home earlier this year, whilst holding his daughter and ex-partner captive. He sustained fatal injuries from an exploding shotgun and a dog attack.

A video of Ray threatening his daughter with a shotgun has had over 10.6 billion views.

Michael Reyji Ray’s wife, Diane Ray, has now moved out of the singer’s former home. Mrs Ray, heard speaking here from her new home in New York, claims to have been fooled by the singer:

‘This has shattered my whole world. I was married to Michael for twenty years. He was a caring and loving partner. The man who killed those girls is a man I never met. I’m still hoping to wake up from this nightmare.’

Diane Ray faces charges of—

Nick flicks the radio off. ‘Focus on the positive, yeah?’

I nod. ‘Agreed. You know, I feel sorry for Diane. She was a victim too.’

‘She chose to look the other way, didn’t she? I mean, she must have had some idea of who Michael was.’

‘She was the sort of woman who believed in supporting her husband, no matter what. He was a god to her. Michael played on that. He played everyone.’

‘Well, I think she deserves to be locked up,’ says Nick. ‘If she hadn’t helped protect his image, Michael might have been caught a long time ago.’

‘Maybe. But I don’t think she had a choice. Michael was a predator. He preyed on weaknesses. It’s like telling someone in a prison cell they should get out. They don’t know how.’

I watch Liberty lean her bike against piled-up fencing. Her eyes are wide with wonder and she silently mouths: ‘Whoa’. Then she clatters into the house on long, teenage legs, followed by her bandmates.

‘You got rid of the gates,’ says Liberty, flicking her hair – pink and blue today.

Liberty’s bandmates congregate awkwardly behind her.

‘Hi, Abi,’ I say. ‘Hi, Freddy.’

‘Hello, Mrs Armstrong. Hello, Mr Armstrong.’

‘The garden looks good, right?’ I coax.

‘Very cool,’ says Liberty. ‘But what does Darcy think about it? It’s a big change. You know how she feels about change.’

‘You can ask her,’ says Nick, turning to the staircase. ‘She’s home already. Darcy. DARCY! Tell Bibberty what you think of the fences.’