I dont know .... this is driving me mad this murder investigation - but ive got to be honest & say the only thing that has made any sense throughout all 3 of these threads on Joanna's murder is the possibility she wasnt murdered until Gregg returned on the Sunday evening ?? The 4hr gap etc .... Its the only logical reason why his alibi is so strong, yet he's got away with it coz the police believe she was killed on the Friday ?? The landlord & neighbours may well be weird, gay, crossdressers or whatever they like, but this is the theory i'm going with.
For a long time all my money was on Greg. Now, while some of it is, most is spread elsewhere.
I'll just address this quote of yours though:
The 4hr gap etc .... Its the only logical reason why his alibi is so strong, yet he's got away with it coz the police believe she was killed on the Friday ??
You have at least to consider that another "logical reason why his alibi is so strong" may because the murder was on Friday, he was elsewhere and, um, that he wasn't the murderer.
We have to be open-minded and prepared to change our view, depending on which facts fit best.
The difficulty with this case is that there are lots and lots of strange things.
It's strange that Greg says "Happy New Year" to his dead girlfriend in one of his statement. It's strange that PS contradicts himself. It's strange that men go sledging at night. It's strange that girls leave the conviviality of a pub do early and then straightaway look for company. It's strange that a murder looks likely to have happened a few hundred yards away from another similar one. It's strange that a boyfriend doesn't contact mutual friends when their girlfriend hasn't contacted him for 48 hours and is found not to be home. It's strange that parents say "Welcome home" to their murdered child and express their primary emotion as "relief". And so on and so forth.
The thing is, some of these strange things won't be resolved by the eventual solution to the crime [if we ever come to it]. It will always be like a carpet that doesn't quite fit a room and whichever walls it ends up next to there will be odd floorboards showing. And some of what all this shows is that ... even when it's not down to murder, people do and say weird things.
It is, indeed, a funny old world.
I'll bid you all goodnight with the second stanza of Louis MacNeice's
Snow, which encapsulates the way that this is core to our existence better than I can:
World is crazier and more of it than we think,
Incorrigibly plural. I peel and portion
A tangerine and spit the pips and feel
The drunkenness of things being various.