Contents (83)
- ONE
- TWO
- THREE
- FOUR
- FIVE
- SIX
- SEVEN
- EIGHT
- NINE
- TEN
- ELEVEN
- TWELVE
- THIRTEEN
- FOURTEEN
- FIFTEEN
- SIXTEEN
- SEVENTEEN
- EIGHTEEN
- NINETEEN
- TWENTY
- TWENTY-ONE
- TWENTY-TWO
- TWENTY-THREE
- TWENTY-FOUR
- TWENTY-FIVE
- TWENTY-SIX
- TWENTY-SEVEN
- TWENTY-EIGHT
- TWENTY-NINE
- THIRTY
- THIRTY-ONE
- THIRTY-TWO
- THIRTY-THREE
- THIRTY-FOUR
- THIRTY-FIVE
- THIRTY-SIX
- THIRTY-SEVEN
- THIRTY-EIGHT
- THIRTY-NINE
- FORTY
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- FORTY-NINE
- FIFTY
- FIFTY-ONE
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- FIFTY-THREE
- FIFTY-FOUR
- FIFTY-FIVE
- FIFTY-SIX
- FIFTY-SEVEN
- FIFTY-EIGHT
- FIFTY-NINE
- SIXTY
- SIXTY-ONE
- SIXTY-TWO
- SIXTY-THREE
- SIXTY-FOUR
- SIXTY-FIVE
- SIXTY-SIX
- SIXTY-SEVEN
- SIXTY-EIGHT
- SIXTY-NINE
- SEVENTY
- SEVENTY-ONE
- SEVENTY-TWO
- SEVENTY-THREE
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- SEVENTY-FIVE
- SEVENTY-SIX
- SEVENTY-SEVEN
- SEVENTY-EIGHT
- SEVENTY-NINE
- Acknowledgements
- OUT NOW IN PAPERBACK
He mulled over the decision as both Epstein and Cole answered Levitt’s question.
‘Not from me, My Lord.’
‘Nor me.’
Then it was Michael’s turn, and in that moment he made the decision. He would do what he should not. What his conscience told him was right.
Michael rose to his feet.
‘Actually there is something, My Lord.’
All eyes in the room were on him. Even his own team – Draper and Ross – did not know what he was about to say.
‘I have reason to believe that my client is suffering the undue influence of his co-defendant in this case. To Mr Kash’s significant detriment. I therefore respectfully request that My Lord orders that the defendants be kept apart while in the court cells, and that further guards are present in the dock throughout the trial to further protect Mr Kash. And I request that My Lord orders that Mr Kash be taken to a different prison to his co-defendant this evening, on separate prison transportation, and that this arrangement stays in place throughout the trial.’
Michael took his seat without another word, while the courtroom erupted around him.
TWENTY-NINE
‘I take it what you did in there wasn’t in the script?’
Michael had not seen Sarah in the public gallery, watching her fiancé work. The gallery was thirty feet up from the courtroom, out of the barristers’ sight, with its entrance on a different street.
Sarah had left the gallery once the arguments started. She had seen from Michael’s body language that he would not be engaging in them; he had said his piece and that was that. It was a dogged stubbornness she recognised, and one she both loved and dreaded.
Instead she had made her way outside and walked the short distance to Old Bailey – the street from which the Central Criminal Court took its far more famous nickname – and down it to the court building’s entrance. That had been thirty minutes ago, which was a longer wait than Sarah had expected. Not that it was a problem: another scorching day had given way to another balmy evening, and so it was just a pleasure to be outside.
‘No, it wasn’t in the script!’ Michael laughed, reaching out and kissing her hello. ‘And neither was this. Thanks for the lovely surprise.’
‘Too many late nights recently,’ Sarah explained. ‘I thought I deserved an early one tonight, and some one-on-one time with my man.’
‘And what a lucky man he is.’
Michael kissed Sarah again. Longer this time. Even when their lips separated their foreheads still touched. An intimate moment that neither wanted to end. They would not be so lucky. The sound of the court building’s heavy metal door broke through, and a woman Sarah did not recognise walked towards them.
‘Jenny. I didn’t realise you were behind me.’ Michael stepped back. It gave Sarah both room to move and a clear view of Draper. ‘Let me introduce you. Jenny, this is my fiancée, Sarah. Sarah, this is my junior. Jenny Draper.’