Death By Dangerous

by Death By Dangerous (epub)

  Was it because of a dawning realisation that somehow an innocent man had been convicted?

  And that he had unwittingly been party to it?

  Chapter 83

  Taylor had lost track of time. The Mickey Mouse alarm clock said 4.03am. He’d been sitting there for over an hour. He leaned into both bunks and kissed his children gently on their cheeks. Taylor often watched them sleeping when he couldn’t. He thought of Anderson’s children − without a father.

  He crept back into his bedroom and slipped silently under the duvet.

  ‘What is it, Mark?’ His wife knew him better than anyone.

  ‘Nothing, go back to sleep, love.’

  She flopped an arm onto his chest. ‘It’s not nothing. You’ve not slept for three nights. Now what is it?’

  Taylor turned the bedside lamp on and sat up. ‘It’s the Anderson case.’

  ‘Not that again?’

  ‘Shush, you’ll wake the kids.’

  In more of a whisper: ‘I thought you were finished with all that?’

  ‘I was. They’re appealing, asking all sorts of questions.’

  She sat up. ‘And do you know the answers?’

  ‘No, but I think there is something to know that’s been kept from me.’

  ‘OK.’

  ‘I may be wrong but Armstrong has been acting strangely and I think he went to see someone recently, to do with this case. There was an address in his diary.’ Taylor stopped himself. It was the first time he’d aired these thoughts to anyone.

  ‘And?’

  ‘It may be nothing but if I was defending I would want to know. It goes against everything I believe in, to go and leak information to the defence, and anyway it might have absolutely no relevance,’ he said, trying to convince himself he wasn’t thinking straight. ‘But something is wrong here. I want to do the right thing.’

  She stroked his forehead. ‘What is it about this man?’

  ‘I don’t know.’

  She waited.

  ‘Unless he’s the world’s best liar, I think he’s innocent. A very honourable and decent man. I did a real job on him in interview.’ He shook his head. ‘As good as sent him to jail.’

  ‘Hush, you were only doing your job.’ After some reflection, she asked, ‘If you tell the defence this thing, will it affect your pension?’

  Taylor laughed. ‘Only if I get caught.’

  She leaned over and kissed him. ‘Then don’t get caught.’

  That was why he loved her.

  Chapter 84

  Adey was determined to remain professional – not let her anger show itself. Just a job, she kept telling herself. She had a perfect vantage point from Strada, a restaurant adjacent to the communal entrance of the Spinningfields apartment. Her enquiries revealed that Daddy had paid for it.

  Adey didn’t have to wait long before she clocked the young blond in Ugg boots and fake fur, swaggering out of the building and across the Square.

  Adey followed. She’d made the decision not to go to the address to confront her. Bound to result in a door being slammed in her face. Catching her out in the open would make it more difficult for Tilly to end the conversation.

  Into Waitrose on Bridge Street.

  Ten minutes later Tilly reappeared, laden with a bag in each hand.

  Adey crossed the road to confront her. ‘Hello, Tilly.’

  Tilly gave her a quizzical look. Already on her guard: ‘Do I know you?’

  ‘Part of John Anderson’s legal team. We’re appealing. Thought you might like to do the right thing and make a statement admitting your lies at the trial.’

  ‘Piss off.’ Tilly put her head down and picked up the pace.

  Adey matched it, now walking two abreast. ‘He wasn’t tired at all, was he? Sam Connor has made a further statement.’ Exaggerating, she added, ‘A retraction.’

  Tilly pressed on. ‘Leave me alone.’

  ‘At least Connor has finally decided to do the right thing.’

  ‘That loser?’ Tilly’s anger took over. She stopped. ‘I’ve lost everything because of him. You know they didn’t give me a tenancy? Chucked me out, the bastards.’

  Adey laughed. ‘Live by the sword—’

  ‘Connor got looked after though, didn’t he? No one threw him out of chambers. My career’s stuffed now.’

  ‘I’m sure you’ll survive, resourceful girl like you.’

  ‘You taking the piss?’ Tilly’s temperature was still rising.

  So was Adey’s. ‘You spoilt little brat. What about John Anderson? You sent an innocent man to jail.’

  ‘Who are you to speak to me like that?’

  ‘You don’t give a shit about anyone but yourself, do you?’

  Outraged at the observation, Tilly took a step back, dropped one bag then swung the one in her right hand at Adey’s head.

  Adey ducked.

  It hit the wall, spattering milk in all directions.

  The momentum caught Tilly off balance.

  Adey thrust a hand to Tilly’s throat, pinning her against the wall. With the other she poked Tilly’s forehead. ‘Nothing in there. Just one bad mother, aren’t you?’

  Eyes blazing, Tilly didn’t reply.

  Adey tutted, then released her grip. ‘Bitch, you ain’t worth it.’

  Leaving her shopping strewn on the pavement, Tilly hurried off up the street.

  Adey kicked the wall in frustration. She didn’t have the witness statement she’d come for.

  This appeal was going nowhere.

  Chapter 85

  Hussain had already taken the train to Euston.

  He wanted to stay the night in London so that he was fresh in the morning. Appearing before three High Court judges was nerve-wracking enough, but acting for an applicant, without leave to appeal, that he cared so much about, and with no fresh evidence, was almost too much to bear. How was he was going to find the answers in court?

  Adey was going down in the morning. She locked up the office and started walking back to Hulme, so engrossed in the appeal she didn’t notice the rain. Was there something she’d missed? Something she should’ve done? What did 05man mean? How would Anderson cope when the appeal was dismissed?

  ‘Evening, Adey.’

  The voice came from the darkness of a shop doorway. A figure stepped into the light. She could see a raincoat with the collar turned up. DI Taylor.

  ‘What do you want?’

  ‘I was sorry to hear about leave being refused in Anderson.’

  ‘Well, we’re going anyway, like you give a shit.’

  ‘I’m here to help you, so why don’t you wind your neck in and listen?’

  Embarrassed, Adey realised she had nothing to lose by hearing him out. ‘OK, what is it?’

  ‘This never came from me. Clear?’

  ‘OK.’

  Taylor needed reassurance. ‘Do I have your word on that?’

  ‘You trust my word?’

  Taylor managed a smile. ‘Yes, I do.’

  ‘Then you’ve got it.’

  ‘OK. After all that build up, it may be nothing. And let me make it plain, I know no more than you, it’s a hunch.’

  ‘Understood.’

  Taylor still wasn’t sure he was doing the right thing. ‘I think you could be looking in the wrong place.’

  ‘Wrong place? What do you mean?’

  ‘You’ve been focusing on police-held intelligence. I saw something connected to this case that had an address on it – Thames House.’

  ‘Thames House?’

  ‘Yes − MI5.’

  Adey could hardly believe what she was hearing. ‘Are you sure?’

  ‘No, I’m not. I’ve told you that.’

  ‘But the hearing is tomorrow morning!’

  ‘No time to waste then. I’ve done my bit, the rest is up to you.’

  Taylor walked off into the evening drizzle.

  MI5? Adey’s head was in a whirl.

  Chapter 86

  The Royal Courts of
Justice, a magnificent nineteenth-century gothic building on the Strand – home of the Court of Appeal.

  Hussain sat in the café opposite, eyes fixed on the imposing archway, waiting for the doors to open. Butterflies in his stomach. This was his first appearance as an advocate in the appellate court. These judges were the brains of England. As an instructing solicitor he’d been a few times to sit behind a barrister and had witnessed them cut down where they stood by the superior intellects of those on the bench. This court did not suffer fools gladly. Hussain reminded himself that John Anderson had reason to be far more anxious about today’s proceedings than him.

  At last, the front gate was unlocked. Hussain hurried across the road, keen to spend as much time as possible with his client before the hearing. On receiving Adey’s phone call the night before, Hussain had been in a state of panic. MI5? Was it really possible? Surely they needed more time to investigate this new lead?

  Hussain stopped in the Great Hall and stared up at the ceiling. A visitor could be in no doubt this was the heart of the criminal justice system of England and Wales. Gothic archways leading off or up to the courtrooms. It took years to really know one’s way around the countless passageways of these law courts. He scurried off to the only robing room he knew, on the right of the entrance, and began to put on his collar and bands.

  Once robed, he headed back across the Great Hall towards the cells.

  ‘Hey, Hussain?’ Hannah Stapleton was marching towards him. ‘What do you call this?’ she demanded, waving a printout of the email he’d sent her the night before. ‘MI5? Are you having a laugh?’

  ‘Do I look like I’m laughing?’

  She read from the email: ‘“Does MI5 hold any intelligence on Michael Doran, aka Mohammed Mohammed, that is relevant to this case?” How the hell am I supposed to action that? We’re on at 10.30.’

  Hussain took solace from Stapleton’s tirade. All counsel, however senior, found an appearance at the Court of Appeal a stressful experience. ‘Please just do what you can? Thanks.’

  Hussain caught sight of Adey coming through security and took his cue to leave Stapleton, standing open-mouthed in the middle of the Great Hall. ‘Have you seen West or Connor yet?’ he barked at Adey.

  ‘No, I haven’t. Calm down, Taz.’

  ‘I’m sorry.’ He took a few deep breaths.

  ‘You look knackered, are you OK?’

  ‘I need to know if West and Connor are here. Please find them, then meet me in the cells.’

  They set off in different directions.

  The door to the cells was as old as the building itself.

  ‘Yes, sir,’ came the chirpy greeting from the cockney prison officer on opening up.

  ‘John Anderson, please?’

  The officer studied his clipboard. ‘Not here, sir. He waived.’

  Hussain began to panic. ‘Waived? That’s not possible. I know he would have exercised his right to attend.’

  ‘Leave him alone. Can’t you see he’s nervous enough?’ said the officer’s colleague appearing at the door. He turned to Hussain: ‘Thinks he’s funny, bloody pillock. Come this way.’

  Hussain followed the second man down to the cells, whilst the joker chuckled to himself.

  Anderson was soon brought limping into the conference room. He slumped onto a chair. ‘Another marathon in the sweatbox,’ he explained. ‘Had to stop at all the prisons in England on the way down, then a dreadful time in Pentonville last night.’

  Hussain could see Anderson was really suffering.

  ‘Anyway, enough of all that. Any developments?’

  Hussain updated Anderson with Taylor’s leak about MI5.

  Like Hussain and Adey, Anderson couldn’t believe it. ‘I just can’t see where MI5 could possibly fit into this?’

  ‘John, let me apply to adjourn? Buy us some time.’

  ‘No, we need to keep the pressure on. Ask Stapleton to get someone from MI5 here today.’

  ‘John, this is suicidal.’

  But Anderson was in no mood to back off now.

  Chapter 87

  Adey spotted a man, very distinguished-looking, waiting outside the courtroom − Orlando West. Never having seen him in the flesh before, she recognised him from his photo on the chambers website. He was even more imposing in real life. ‘Hello, Mr West. I’m Adey Tuur from Hussain & Co.’

  Their eyes met. Adey suddenly felt an odd shiver down her spine.

  ‘I can’t for the life of me understand why you think I can help?’ he protested. ‘Is that solicitor − what’s he called again?’

  ‘Hussain.’

  ‘Ah, yes. Is Hussain sure the Court want to hear from me?’

  Adey took a few moments to compose herself. She was in no doubt, this was the man she’d seen that night in Anderson’s house, having sex with Mia. As if on cue, Anderson’s wife appeared from behind a pillar. West turned immediately: ‘May I introduce Mrs Anderson, here to lend moral support. What was your name again?’

  ‘Adey Tuur.’ She held out her hand, but neither of them took it. She left for the cells.

  On entering the conference room, she shared the revelation: ‘I’ve just seen Orlando West. He’s the one I saw screwing your wife!’

  ‘Impossible!’ Anderson replied instinctively.

  ‘Why?’

  ‘I always thought he was gay.’

  ‘Not from where I was standing.’

  ‘Are you sure, Adey?’ asked Hussain. ‘It was dark.’

  ‘Taz, I’m sure.’

  ‘I’m sorry, John,’ said Hussain. ‘I know how painful this must be for you.’

  Anderson sat back in the chair. ‘Every day I learn something new about my old life. How could he do that to me?’

  Adey had to bring Anderson back: ‘You need to focus. Does this shed any light on what happened on the 24th January?’

  Anderson leaned forward, acknowledging the point. She was right. ‘No, there’s no real evidence against him.’

  Adey followed it through: ‘I’m just thinking how these judges will react if Taz puts a defence character witness in the box and accuses him of sleeping with your wife.’

  Even Anderson managed to see the irony. ‘Not our best point.’

  ‘I’m only putting it if it becomes relevant,’ said Hussain. ‘Or they’ll eat me alive.’

  ‘You’ll just have to feel your way,’ suggested Anderson.

  ‘Feel my way! We haven’t got a bloody clue where we’re going, have we?’

  Nobody replied.

  ‘And is Connor here yet?’

  ‘Not yet, Taz,’ Adey replied.

  Hussain raised his arms to the heavens: ‘Allah, give me strength.’

  Chapter 88

  The courtroom was packed. Grey stone and ancient wood for décor only added to the solemnity of the proceedings. Hussain’s stress levels were at breaking point. Adey, sitting behind him, gently patted his back in an effort to keep him calm.

  He turned around. ‘Connor?’

  She shook her head.

  ‘All rise!’ Three elderly gentlemen in red robes came into court and took their seats, Mr Justice Billings in the middle, presiding.

  Anderson was brought in and seated in the dock on a raised platform to the right of the judges. Able to get a glimpse at the public gallery he saw his brother Stephen, and to his surprise, even his parents. Mr and Mrs Granger sat stony-faced in front of Orlando West and Mia. Were they really lovers?

  DI Taylor, sitting with two CPS lawyers behind Hannah Stapleton, made no eye contact with Anderson, or the defence team.

  Hussain realised that such was the arrangement in appellate courts; he would have no opportunity to consult with Anderson during the proceedings. Anxiety levels rose again.

  ‘My Lords,’ he announced. ‘I represent the appellant, Miss Stapleton, Queen’s Counsel, is for the—’

  ‘Don’t you mean you represent the applicant?’ Mr Justice Billings cut in. ‘He only becomes an appellant if this Court gran
ts leaves to appeal. At the moment we haven’t seen anything vaguely resembling arguable grounds.’

  ‘Yes, My Lord.’ Hussain’s first mistake. ‘Might I make a preliminary application?’

  ‘Which is?’

  ‘That the applicant sits not in the dock, but next to me, here in counsels’ row?’

  ‘That’s highly unusual,’ the judge replied with disdain.

  ‘So is the applicant, My Lord. He was – is – a very experienced barrister, and I require his assistance to ensure that justice is done, which is, after all, the only ambition of this Court.’

  ‘But he’s been struck off, hasn’t he?’

  ‘Only because of this conviction, which we seek to quash, My Lord. This Court is the bowel of the criminal justice system in this great country; I implore it not to stand too much on ceremony.’

  Hussain’s pomposity raised one or two half-smiles. The judges consulted each other, exchanging whispered opinions.

  Eventually: ‘Very well. Dock officer, please accompany the applicant. We will rise while that is done.’

  Hussain was amazed, and mightily relieved.

  Once Anderson was in position, and had spread his dog-eared bundle of papers out in front of him, Sam Connor made an appearance in counsels’ row. He whispered: ‘That’s the Court of Appeal for you – they can do what they bloody well like!’

  Anderson twisted around to see his old rival.

  ‘I’m really sorry, John,’ said Connor.

  Nothing else needed saying, the past was the past. A hearty handshake and a warm smile was enough for Anderson. He had more important things on his mind. And besides, Connor was here to make amends.

  ‘I’ve remembered where I saw Heena Butt before,’ Connor whispered to the defence team.

  Everyone was eager to hear this revelation.

  ‘On the morning of the crash I was in chambers early, doing those bloody schedules.’

  Anderson remembered.

  ‘I saw her in chambers. Coming out of West’s room. He was showing her out.’

  No, please no, thought Anderson.

  ‘I knew it!’ exclaimed Hussain.