Babyface. Elizabeth Woodcraft
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BABYFACE
Elizabeth Woodcraft
For my mother, Peggy Perry
Contents
Three: Wednesday Morning – Crown Court
Five: Wednesday Afternoon – The Inquiry
Ten: Saturday Evening – The Dinner Party
Eleven: Sunday – Mum’s for Lunch
Twelve: Sunday Evening – Yolande?
Thirteen: Monday Morning – Inquiry
Nineteen: Thursday Dinner – Dance
Twenty: Friday – Back to London
Twenty-Three: Saturday Evening
Twenty Six: Monday Morning – Clerkenwell
Twenty-Seven: Tuesday – Birmingham Crown Court
Twenty-Eight: Later Tuesday Morning – Inquiry/View
Twenty-Nine: Wednesday – Police Questioning
Thirty-Four: Saturday – Back to Clerkenwell
Thirty-Five: Sunday – Birmingham
Thirty Seven: Monday Afternoon – Crown Court
Thirty-Eight: Monday – Late Afternoon
Thirty-Nine: Later Monday Evening
Forty-One: Thursday – Tony’s Do
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,