Elizabeth Woodcraft - Babyface

Dedication

For my mother, Peggy Perry

Contents

Cover

Title Page

Dedication

One: Tuesday Afternoon

Two: Birmingham

Three: Wednesday Morning – Crown Court

Four: Wednesday – Court 7

Five: Wednesday Afternoon – The Inquiry

Six: Thursday – Inquiry

Seven: Friday – Chambers

Eight: Friday Evening

Nine: Saturday

Ten: Saturday Evening – The Dinner Party

Eleven: Sunday – Mum’s for Lunch

Twelve: Sunday Evening – Yolande?

Thirteen: Monday Morning – Inquiry

Fourteen: Monday Evening

Fifteen: Tuesday

Sixteen: Wednesday – Inquiry

Seventeen: Wednesday Evening

Eighteen: Thursday

Nineteen: Thursday Dinner – Dance

Twenty: Friday – Back to London

Twenty-One: Saturday – Euston

Twenty-Two: Saturday Lunch

Twenty-Three: Saturday Evening

Twenty-Four: Sunday Lunch

Twenty-Five: Sunday Afternoon

Twenty Six: Monday Morning – Clerkenwell

Twenty-Seven: Tuesday – Birmingham Crown Court

Twenty-Eight: Later Tuesday Morning – Inquiry/View

Twenty-Nine: Wednesday – Police Questioning

Thirty: Thursday Morning

Thirty-One: Thursday Evening

Thirty Two: Friday – Picnic

Thirty-Three: Hospital

Thirty-Four: Saturday – Back to Clerkenwell

Thirty-Five: Sunday – Birmingham

Thirty-Six: Monday Morning

Thirty Seven: Monday Afternoon – Crown Court

Thirty-Eight: Monday – Late Afternoon

Thirty-Nine: Later Monday Evening

Forty: Tuesday – Inquiry

Forty-One: Thursday – Tony’s Do

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ONETuesday Afternoon

I was just getting into the rhythm of packing when the phone rang. I was slinging socks and a toothbrush into my bag and wondering if I could get away with one suit for the rest of the week.

It was Gavin, my clerk. ‘You’re still at home then?’ he said.

The obviousness of the question left me silent.

‘Your solicitor’s just rung to say the inquiry has been put back till two thirty.’

‘So I don’t have to go up at all tonight. I can go in the morning. That’s great.’ I began to unbutton my black shirt. I was wearing my work outfit so there’d be less to carry. Already I was planning my evening. I could have a great night out in Stoke Newington with a few close friends, go to Fox’s wine bar, share a couple of bottles of wine, cruise a little.

‘Well.’ There was a pause which meant Gavin was trying to choose his next words carefully.

‘Oh God, Gavin,’ I said. ‘You’re going to say something to make me regret answering the phone, aren’t you?’

‘It’s just a short matter in the morning. You’re going up there anyway. You’ll be away by ten thirty. Loads of time to get to the inquiry in the afternoon.’

I said nothing.

‘It’s a PDH at the Crown Court.’

‘Gavin, how many times do I have to tell you, I don’t do crime. A pleas and directions hearing will turn into a guilty plea. I will have to do the mitigation, the judge will adjourn it till after lunch. I will have to go back after lunch thereby missing the beginning of the inquiry, and then my clients, or even the panel itself, will sack me. Great.’

‘There is no way this will turn into a plea,’ he said. ‘It’s Simon’s corpseless murder.’

‘Then Simon can do it. Simon should do it. Isn’t that the rule? The person who does the trial does the directions hearing?’

‘Unless there’s a very good reason. And there is. He’s ill.’

‘What’s wrong with him?’

‘He’s twisted his ankle.’

I spurted with laughter and was about to say, ‘Pull the other one.’

‘No, honestly,’ Gavin said. ‘He was jogging.’

Once again my theory was proved correct. There is an inherent contradiction between personal fitness and personal safety.

‘Have a heart, Frankie,’ Gavin said. ‘I know you don’t want to do it but Simon’s very careful who he returns his cases to, and he did say you were his first choice.’

‘The first choice out of all the people from chambers who will be in Birmingham tomorrow?’

‘Is that sarcasm, Frankie? Unattractive trait. But seriously, Simon was delighted when I suggested you.’

‘Huh,’ I said, pleased. ‘But if he’s ill, is he going to be fit to do the trial?’

‘He’ll be fine by Monday.’

‘Gavin, I really don’t need this. I’m still getting papers for tomorrow, my fax is about to expire with all the statements my solicitor is sending me. Plus the comments on the statements. And the comments on the comments.’

‘Frankie, there isn’t anyone else and if the brief goes out of chambers we risk losing it altogether. Don’t do it for me, do it for Simon.’

Simon was a senior member of my chambers. Like most barristers he worried about his practice and I knew that with this case he was hoping to consolidate his reputation as a heavyweight criminal practitioner which would lead to his shortly applying to become Queen’s Counsel, to wear the robes of silk. Slowly I buttoned up my shirt.

‘How am I going to get the papers? There’s no time to get the papers to me.’

‘When are you leaving? I’ll fax them through to you.’

‘My plan had been to leave in about half an hour, to miss the rush hour, but that was before you said that the inquiry had been put back till tomorrow afternoon. At which point, for a split second I began planning a social life for myself in London.’

‘Yes, but wouldn’t you rather be doing something for chambers?’

‘Quite frankly, no. But, before you start again Gavin, OK,’ I said, ‘I will do it, but you owe me one.’ A thought struck me. ‘Oh no, the client must be in custody, so I’ll have to go and see him in the cells, won’t I? Then he’ll either say, “I don’t want a woman”, which will be embarrassing, or he’ll demand I stay on as Simon’s junior, which isn’t going to happen.’

‘They’re not bringing him,’ Gavin said, with hardly a pause for breath. ‘You’re first on at ten o’clock, His Honour Judge Norman, Court 7.’

‘Is this in chambers or do I have to robe?’

‘I’m not sure about Birmingham, you’d better take your wig and gown just in case. Now, have I got your cousin’s number?’

He’d won, and meekly I gave him Julie’s details.

‘Email?’ he asked.

‘Oh, for goodness’ sake,’ I said.

The fax machine rang and slowly pages from the brief in Simon’s case appeared.

I shouldn’t have agreed to do the PDH. I really needed a clear head for the start of the inquiry. This was a big one for me, my first really big case. I still wasn’t sure how it came about that I had been instructed. I was representing twelve adults, five men and seven women, who had been physically and sexually abused in their residential home by five carers. Some wanted vengeance, some simply wanted to know how it had been allowed to happen, they all wanted to stop it happening to anyone else.

It had been in my diary for over six months, the date being put back every couple of months because the chair of the inquiry had other commitments, or someone’s solicitor was ill, or a team manager was on holiday.

I’d had one conference with my clients, which had been raucous to say the least. Not only were they fed up with the delays, but three different solicitors within the firm had dealt with the case since I’d been instructed. I hadn’t even met the most recent one. The clients were seething. But I was determined to keep the brief. A case like this could make your career. Or break it.