Woolmer unsolved

Wickman can't help but notice that the Woolmer mystery remains unsolved. The latest theories are fairly diverse: he wasn't murdered or he was poisoned using weedkiller. You hardly need Brian Lara's legendary placement skills to thread one through that gap. You could drive a coach and horses through that particular gaping chasm. How can we have got to this point? This investigation has simply been far too leaky. Anyone with an opinion has been able to voice it in the full and certain knowledge that no one knows what that heck is going on. And let's face it, although there is no good time to find yourself with a dead Bob Woolmer on your patch, you absolutely don't want to find yourself with one on your patch in the middle of the one event where every single writer who might be interested is already within the vicinity. All those columns to fill, all those stories to buy. Wickman wonders whether there will be a resolution to this one. Frankly, if you've found nothing by now, what else are you going to find? Two post mortems don't seem to have determined a definite cause of death. Mark Sheilds is looking and sounding more uncertain every day. And the world's press are beginning to get bored.