The grim excavation of a suburban garden takes me back 32 years, painfully. The disappearance of Suzy Lamplugh in 1986 raised harsh questions for working women and anxieties that were hard to admit to. The Sex Discrimination Act, enforcing equal access to jobs, was only a decade old and the notion of a “man’s world” had not faded. Everyone knew there were predators, and mothers still warned their daughters to dress soberly in public. But Suzy was not some reckless girl out clubbing in a microskirt; she was an independent, neatly-dressed professional, nipping about on her own in a company car to meet clients. In a great job you can sometimes forget your own safety. Suzy vanished after meeting “Mr Kipper” and in some reporting…