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- FIND THEM DEAD
- Dedication page
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- GLOSSARY
- ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
- NOW A MAJOR ITV SERIES
- I FOLLOW YOU
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- DISCOVER THE ROY GRACE BOOKS
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- The Detective Superintendent Roy Grace books in order
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Twenty minutes later the hearing resumed, with the jury back in place, unaware of the drama that had just unfolded in the court. Jupp looked at Ms Brown. ‘Do you have any further defence witnesses?’
There was a moment of awkward silence.
Brown got up. ‘No, Your Honour, that concludes the case for the defence.’
Jupp looked at the clock, which read 4.18 p.m., then turned to the jury. ‘Thank you all for your patience today – you have a lot to consider. We have now heard from all the witnesses for both the prosecution and defence. Tomorrow we will hear the closing speeches from the prosecution followed by the defence. When these are finished, I will sum up for you, after which I will send you out to commence your deliberations. I would like to remind you again that you must speak to no one about what you have heard during this trial, nor must you attempt to look up anything related to it on the internet.’
Then, addressing the whole room, he said, ‘Court is adjourned. We meet back here at 10 a.m. tomorrow.’
90
Thursday 23 May
Rain was still pelting down an hour after Meg had left the court. She sat in her car in the Hove station car park, engine running, demister on full blast, trying to clear the windscreen. Rain pounded the roof and thoughts pounded her brain. The trial today, how had it really gone?
The defence counsel had scored some points and all her witnesses had been robust. How much would that prosecutor twist everything in his closing speech tomorrow? How would she respond? How would the judge direct the jury – impartially, she hoped? Richard Jupp had been hard to read all along.
A text pinged. It was from Ali, suggesting they meet for a coffee or a drink on Saturday and saying they were having a barbecue on Sunday, if the weather was better. Then she noted a WhatsApp had come in from Laura some hours ago – it must have been while her phone was on silent when she had gone into court.
She opened it immediately, scared what might be there. Scared, suddenly, now the trial was almost at an end, that she might have been abducted and this was going to be yet another threat. To her relief, she saw a happy Laura, in a floppy hat and sunglasses, standing on a rock in front of a massive sea lion that almost dwarfed her.
Mum, he barks like a dog! XXXXX
Meg smiled. God, I need to get a message to you. To warn you to disappear if it goes badly tomorrow. How?
How?
I love, love, love you so much. My precious angel. I’m going to keep you safe, whatever it takes, somehow, I promise you.