A Game of Proof (66 page)

BOOK: A Game of Proof

3.46Mb size Format: txt, pdf, ePub

ads

‘Just stalks them on his own, you mean?’ Sarah shuddered, remembering the first photo of Jasmine Terry had shown her - the one taken days, weeks perhaps before her death, a young healthy girl running alone on the river path, unaware of the hidden maniac watching with his stolen camera. ‘That would explain what she said to Mandy Kite.’

‘Who?’

‘A witness I wasn’t allowed to use - one of the eco-warriors. Jasmine had told her she often felt she was being followed. The prosecution thought it was Simon and I suggested it was David Brodie, God forgive me! Bob was right, it wasn’t him ... but what could I do?’

She stared away from him across the river, embarrassed by sudden tears. He hovered, wanting to put a comforting arm round her shoulders but uncertain how it would be received.

As always with Sarah, the tears were short-lived. She turned, brushing them away with her hand. ‘And so he stalked her for a while, and then he followed her that night when she and Simon had their quarrel ...’

‘Probably.’

‘... and then he jumped out at her somewhere and thought that since she was two-timing both her boyfriends she wouldn’t mind doing it with him as well. That’s the way these perverts think, isn’t it? Then when she refused, he pulled out his knife and -
Jesus, Terry!’

She stopped, took hold of his arm. ‘Let’s not go any further, if you don’t mind. You realise where we are, don’t you?’

He looked, and saw what she meant. They were less than half a mile from where Jasmine’s body had been found. They turned back towards the city.

‘Of course this is all speculation. The only confession he’s made so far is to Sharon.’

‘Which you’ll have the devil of a job getting admitted in court. I couldn’t.’

‘There’s lawyers for you.’ Terry said, regretting it instantly. ‘Sorry, I didn’t mean ...’

‘Yes you did.’ She walked on, looking down moodily. ‘Everyone hates us, except when we’re needed.’

He changed the subject. ‘How’s Simon taking it? Surely he must be grateful.’

‘Oh yes.’ She offered a wry smile. ‘But to
you
, as much as to me. I’m surprised he hasn’t been round to thank you. You’re his hero, right now.’

‘I’ll look forward to it. And Bob? He must be pleased?’

‘Yes, of course.’ Sarah sighed. ‘His problem is that not only did he shop Simon in the first place, he also believed in his guilt. Which makes things rather difficult in his relationship with Simon, you see. And in his relationship with me.’

Terry searched for an answer. ‘You’ll get over it. In time.’

‘Will we, Terry?’ She looked up at him. ‘I wonder.’

They walked on for a while in silence. As they reached the car park, she turned and took both of his hands in hers. Over her shoulder he could see the Norman castle on its mound, and in front of it the elegant eighteenth century law courts where so much was decided. For better or worse. She pressed his hand gently, and smiled.

‘Anyway, we got something right in the end, between us, didn’t we?’

She reached up, kissed him gently on the cheek, and was gone.

If you have enjoyed this book you might like to read the next two legal thrillers in the series ‘The Trials of Sarah Newby’

A Fatal Verdict

UK
http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/ASIN/B005C0YH48

US
http://www.amazon.com/dp/ASIN/B005C0YH48

Bold Counsel

UK
http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/ASIN/B005D4QLYM

US
http://www.amazon.com/dp/ASIN/B005D4QLYM

Tim Vicary has also written three historical thrillers which are available as ebooks

The Blood upon the Rose

Love, rebellion and terror in Ireland 1920