Unfaithful (The Complete Trilogy)

by Clancy, Joanne

"We met in London in 2005 where Savannah was a hostess for the nightclub which I frequented," Daniel replied calmly. "We moved in together a few months later."

  "Was this an intimate relationship?" Mr. Clifford asked.

  "Yes."

  "Have you ever previously visited Ireland?"

  "Yes. I was in Ireland last April with Richard Delaney, Savannah’s friend. We were supposed to kill Penelope and Shona. Savannah had a website, Assassin for Hire. She received a contract from Mark to arrange a contract to kill his wife and the two women. They corresponded and he sent her a deposit."

  The entire courtroom listened in stunned silence to Daniel's evidence. The evidence had been mentioned in the opening speech to the jury but it was even more real to hear it directly from a key civilian witness who had been close to one of the defendants.

  "Did you see any of the email correspondence?" Mr. Clifford continued.

  "Yes, Savannah showed me the emails."

  "Were there telephone calls between Mark and Savannah?"

  "Mark called her several times and she called him back."

  "Did you hear Mark speaking on the telephone?"

  "I heard his voice. He had a strong Irish accent and spoke very fast. Savannah had to ask him to slow down so she could understand."

  "What was the email address?"

  "It was “devils-revenge”."

  "Was a package sent to your house in London?"

  "Yes, but I was at work when the money arrived. Savannah signed for it."

  "What happened next?"

  "The next stage was Savannah getting in contact with Richard and organising the hit."

  "How was this going to happen?"

  "The plan was that Richard would poison the two women. I travelled to Ireland at the end of April and Richard arrived a day later. We walked to the street where M&R Photography was located. Richard wanted to know exactly where the business was situated and we knew where to find it from Mark's directions. Richard had his own plans for completing the job. He had several pills which could cause a heart attack or kill. The medication could easily have been put into a drink and been undetected but he decided that the plan wasn't feasible and he left the next day. I stayed in Ireland for a few more days and then I went to France."

  Mark McNamara, who was sitting in the dock, seemed increasingly uncomfortable as he listened to Daniel’s evidence. His usually composed, confident facade was beginning to slip. He wrote furiously on a notepad as the witness told his story and then handed his notes to his legal team. It was plain to see his concern was mounting as the unstoppable Mr. Williams continued.

  "Why did you go to France?" Mr. Clifford asked.

  "Savannah wanted me to look around and verify the information about the location of the apartment.”

  "Who owned the apartment?" Mr. Clifford probed.

  "It was the McNamaras' apartment in St. Malo," Daniel answered promptly.

  "Where was Savannah?"

  "She was still in London. I was in constant communication with her and reported everything back. She wanted me to verify that there was an internet cafe located in St. Malo, so I checked out the area. Eventually, I found it and sat outside the cafe which faced the apartment. I was hoping to see Mark or Rebecca. I bought a drink and kept an eye on the tower, searching for a familiar face from the photographs which Mark had sent. I developed a headache and began to feel ill and increasingly uneasy. Maybe it was jet lag or nerves, but the full weight of what we were planning came crashing down on me, so I went back to the hotel. I stayed for a while in the air-conditioned room before packing and checking out. The whole idea of killing someone was starting to get to me so I decided to return home to London."

  "What was Savannah's reaction when you returned to London?"

  "She was furious."

  "What happened next?"

  "She went back to France and later we travelled to Ireland together."

  After a while the barrister’s questions took a sudden turn into darker waters. He had reached the poison evidence which made everyone sit up and take notice.

  “Can you tell us about the poison?” Mr. Clifford asked. The entire courtroom leaned forward to hear the answer.

  Daniel told the story well. His voice was level as he explained that Savannah had found the recipe on the internet and they had concocted the poison in their kitchen before transferring it to the contact lens holder.

  “Why did you travel to Ireland?”

  “We went to Ireland with the full intention of killing the women. The plan had always been to kill them. It wasn't just a con, those women were supposed to die.” His voice shook with emotion. “I’m truly ashamed that I was involved in any of this.”

  "Did you bring anything with you on your trip?"

  "Yes, we brought poison with us."

  An audible gasp went around the courtroom. The crowd had listened in riveted silence to the momentum of evidence which had been compelling up to that point but everyone could sense that events were about to take a dramatic turn.

  "Were you involved in the manufacture of the poison?"

  "Yes, Savannah found instructions on the internet. I can't remember the exact ingredients but I know we used castor beans and acetone."

  "Where did you buy the castor beans?"

  "Savannah bought them. I don't know where she got them."

  "How did you go about making the poison?"

  "We dressed in masks and gloves. Then we oiled the beans, removed the skins, blended it with acetone and put it through a filter. We dried it out to become a powder and put it in a contact lens case."

  "Who manufactured it with you, just so everyone is clear?"

  "Savannah Kingston and I made it together."

  The jury listened carefully to the dramatic evidence while Mr. Clifford turned his questioning to the Assassin for Hire website.

  "Did anyone else contact the website?"

  "Yes, several people emailed the website. They were looking for work."

  "Did anybody make contact from Ireland?"

  "Yes, but I can't recall exactly when they got in touch."

  "Did you contact Mark McNamara while you were staying in Ireland?"

  "Savannah tried phoning and emailing him several times but there was no response. She was starting to get more and more frustrated and angry. We had instructions from Mark to get the hard drive of the computer in the office of M&R Photography. He had previously emailed to advise that the keys to the office were behind a brick in an abandoned house so we collected the keys and went into the office to pick up the computer. There was an alarm but we already had the code which Mark had given us."

  "Did you take anything else from the office?"

  "We took some paintings and two computers. We wanted to make it look like a burglary."

  "Were you able to get in touch with Mark while you were in Ireland?"

  "No. We didn't hear anything from him. Savannah kept trying to contact him but it was impossible. His mobile was constantly switched off."

  "What was her reaction?"

  "She was livid, that's when she decided to go to the women and try to sell them the contract. Mark had already given her their contact details; mobile number, emails, address and directions to where they were staying."

  "Did you accompany Savannah to the house where the women were staying?"

  "No, I stayed at the hotel in Westport."

  "Why did you not go?"

  "Savannah felt it would be less intimidating if she went alone and that the women would be more likely to open their door to a woman who was on her own."

  "What happened next?"

  "It was arranged that I would collect the money from Penelope Garrett the next evening in the restroom of the bar. I met a woman who I assumed was Penelope Garrett. I wasn't completely certain so I asked if she was Penelope. She said yes and then I asked if she had anything for me. She said she wasn't going to give me anything until I gave her the computer. I didn't have the computer with me so I
decided to leave.”

  "Where was Savannah when you went to get the money?"

  "She was waiting at a cafe nearby."

  "Where was the contact lens case?"

  "Savannah had it in her bag with her makeup."

  "What did you do with the keys to the office?"

  "I went to the bathroom after I was arrested where I wrapped the keys in tissue paper and I threw them in the rubbish at the police station."

  Mr. Clifford then changed tack and began to ask him about another incident in the United Kingdom where he had been charged with extortion. "I pleaded guilty," Daniel admitted. "There was no plea bargain and I'm awaiting sentencing."

  "Do you admit telling the victim, Martin Banks, that he would be killed unless he paid eighteen thousand pounds sterling to call off a hit which was allegedly ordered by his business partner?"

  "Yes."

  Mr. Clifford's examination concluded shortly before lunch-time and the defence team began its tough cross-examinations in the early afternoon. First up was Gerald Loftus, Mark's barrister.

  "You told us earlier this morning that there hadn't been a plea bargain in the case in the United Kingdom. I'd like to suggest to you that there actually was a plea bargain and that the plea of guilty came in the context of an elaborate deal."

  Daniel remained resolutely silent.

  "You are a fraudster, facing serious charges and trying to cut a deal with the people who are prosecuting."

  "No."

  "Would you agree that contacting someone in order to extort money from them is fraudulent?"

  "I was under Savannah's instructions."

  "Your suggestion that it was done under any direction is self-serving. You were a willing participant to the fraud in which you pleaded guilty."

  "I disagree."

  "You are at the mercy of Scotland Yard in the evidence which you are giving here today."

  "That's not true. I agreed to give evidence here without immunity and against the advice of my lawyer."

  "Why was your sentencing hearing adjourned in England?"

  "So I could spend more time with my sick mother."

  "I'd like to suggest to you that it was adjourned so you could give evidence in this case."

  "That's not true."

  "If Scotland Yard believes that you told the truth here they may seek to have your sentence reduced or even no jail sentence at all. Aren't you at the mercy of the English authorities as to what evidence you give here today?"

  "No."

  "What else have you agreed to do in the past?"

  Daniel stared in stony-faced silence at him.

  "Did you agree to act in an undercover capacity for Scotland Yard and to tap phones if they required it?"

  "Yes, that's true."

  "You did that out of desperation because of the serious crime that you had committed."

  "I did it because it was the right thing to do; to expose the truth."

  "May I suggest that you were a full participant in the scheme to extort money in England, a scheme which in many respects is quite similar to the circumstances of this case?"

  "I did that at Ms. Kingston's instruction."

  Mr. Loftus then turned to indicate Mark who was sitting writing note after note. "You have referred repeatedly to Mark McNamara, the defendant, as though you somehow know him. Have you ever met him?"

  "I have never met him."

  Mr. Loftus then questioned Daniel on his evidence from that morning where he claimed he couldn't bring himself to go through with the job in France. "Can I suggest that the reason you didn't go to the apartment was because you had no way of knowing if the apartment was empty and you were worried that someone was in fact inside the entire time? I believe that the only reason you are giving evidence here is so that you can advance your own position in the proceedings in England."

  "That's not true," Daniel quickly replied.

  "When did you first hear the name Mark McNamara?"

  "I saw his name in his email correspondence with Savannah. I was completely under Savannah's influence. I was in love with her and would have done anything for her. She organised the whole thing."

  "You are someone who was not under her influence. You were a willing participant with a colourful criminal past of your own. If you satisfy Scotland Yard you hope not to go to jail, it's as simple as that."

  "It's not true."

  "You lied to the police when you were questioned initially."

  "I denied that we had broken into the offices of M&R Photography. However, I agreed to tell the truth here today against the advice of my lawyer."

  "You tell lies or remain silent because you are a criminal and a fraudster. Do you agree with me?"

  "No, I do not."

  "You scam your way through life and think you can get out of it by lying."

  "I'm not lying."

  "You're a star witness for the prosecution," Mr. Loftus persisted. "It's obvious what's going on here. The simple fact is that if you hadn't been arrested in England you wouldn't be here as a witness. You'd be in London. Is that correct?"

  "No," was the staunch response. He remained unflappable under the intense cross-examination.

  "Would you consider yourself to be a softly spoken person?" Mr. Loftus asked.

  Daniel coughed before replying. "I would say that I speak with an average tone."

  "Interesting," Mr. Loftus continued. "Agents at Scotland Yard described your voice as being deep, raspy and obviously that of a smoker. Are you putting on a voice for the jury?"

  "This is my voice," was Daniel's short response.

  "Did you have access to the Assassin for Hire website?"

  "Yes."

  "Are you saying that you and Savannah were operating the site?"

  "I had access to the site."

  "Who designed the website?"

  "I don't know. Savannah took care of it."

  "It's not exactly a professional job is it? There's a photo of a man holding a machine gun on the home page and instructions on how to order a hitman; email us, pay a deposit, follow our instructions then pay the outstanding balance. Surely only a total idiot would think this was serious."

  "I agree, that's why I couldn't believe it when Savannah told me that Mark had actually sent the money."

  "You'd clearly found a fool; someone who was daft enough to log on to your website and who was just plain stupid to send the deposit. You must have been thrilled."

  "I couldn't believe it."

  "You pleaded guilty to a shakedown in London, which happened in similar circumstances, where you also fooled some other idiot. It seems to me that you are involved in shaking down, stealing and robbery, but not murder."

  "It was a contract to kill."

  "Do you really expect us to believe that this piece of ludicrous nonsense was a plot to kill?"

  "Yes, because that's what it was."

  "You are trying to help your case in England, where you have pleaded guilty to another shakedown. You're trying to make this case here in Ireland seem like a plot to kill for your own convenience and advantage."

  "It was a plot to kill," Daniel insisted.

  "There are many vulnerable people searching the internet and you caught one in your evil net."

  "It was a contract to kill, not a shakedown," Daniel repeated.

  "Is this yet another lie, Mr. Williams?"

  "No."

  "Do you have any plans for any other shakedowns?”

  "No."

  "Your intention all along was to get money and your intention was exactly the same in this situation. Every time you do one of these jobs it’s for money, not to kill anyone."

  "It is to kill people."

  "You don't seem to be very good at your job. You've been caught every time; you were arrested in England and pleaded guilty and you were caught here in Ireland and you scammed your way out."

  "I am under no obligation to testify in this case."

  "I don't believe you had any poison.
"

  "We did have it."

  "How were you planning on using the poison? You said previously that you were thinking about putting it into a drink. Was your master plan to follow Penelope and Shona around town and hope they got thirsty and wanted a drink?"

  There were a few titters of laughter from the public gallery at the image which Mr. Loftus painted.

  "Let's face facts, Mr. Williams, you never intended to kill anyone. There was no plan. You are an incompetent criminal, yes or no?"

  "I was merely participating to the extent that I was controlled by Savannah," Daniel coolly replied.

  "Would you agree or disagree that when there is an attempt being made to kill someone that it's not a particularly clever idea to go and tell the person, or meet them in a centrally located hotel?"

  "I was following Savannah's instructions."

  "What were you going to do if the women had refused your demand for money?"

  "I don't know."

  "Savannah Kingston was not involved in the plot to kill," Mr. Loftus stated.

  "That's ridiculous!" Daniel shouted. It was the most animated he had been throughout his entire time in the witness box.

  "Ridiculous is the correct word, Mr. Williams, because everything you have said to the jury and the trial is ridiculous," and with that Mr. Loftus had the last word.

  Daniel Kingston stepped down from the witness box and flew back to England later that evening. However, his crucial evidence would not be forgotten.

  Mr. Kiely, Savannah’s barrister, faced the jury. "If everything that Mr. Williams says is true, that makes him an accomplice. You must treat his evidence with particular care and caution. If you accept his evidence beyond reasonable doubt, you are entitled to act on it. Mr. Williams’ evidence in relation to Savannah Kingston's reaction when she couldn't reach Mark McNamara is of particular importance. Apparently, she was quite furious and it is this fury which prompted her to approach Penelope and sell the contract to her; that's the turning point when Mark McNamara's plan started to go wrong for him. If Mark had answered the telephone to Savannah these women wouldn't be here right now and this would be a murder trial, not a conspiracy to murder trial. Thankfully, Ms. Kingston has a short temper."

  Mr. Loftus then made his summary speech to the jury of the day's proceedings. "Mr. Williams took an oath to tell the truth and willfully proceeded to tell lie after lie. He has no regard whatsoever for the truth and is self-interested, self-serving and a conniving fraudster who would like us to believe that he is almost a slave to Savannah Kingston. However, it's interesting that the only person with a criminal conviction in this case is Daniel Williams. He presented a web of lies and told one of the most self-serving and conniving pieces of perjury that I've heard in an Irish court. He's a liar and a conniver who came here to serve his own interests when he found himself caught like a rat in a trap. He sat there in that witness box giving evidence like the stone face of a liar. Mr. Williams is the Prosecution's star witness and they are relying on him to tie together their whole case. He claimed the intention was murder but it was evident that he didn't have a clue about how that was actually going to happen. Was he going to follow his targets around Westport with a bottle of poison in the hope they would get thirsty? It's at that absurd level," he finished.