The Verdict. Olivia Isaac-Henry

The Verdict - Olivia Isaac-Henry


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href="#litres_trial_promo">Chapter 38: 2018 – Guildford Crown Court

       Chapter 39: 1994 – Guildford

       Chapter 40: 2018 – Guildford Crown Court

       Chapter 41: 1994 – Guildford

       Chapter 42: 2018 – Guildford Crown Court

       Chapter 43: 1994 – Guildford

       Chapter 44: 2018 – Guildford Crown Court

       Chapter 45: 1994 – Guildford

       Chapter 46: 2018 – Guildford Crown Court

       Chapter 47: 1995 – Archway, London

       Chapter 48: 1994 – Guildford

       Chapter 49: 2018 – Guildford Crown Court

       Chapter 50: 1994 – Guildford

       Chapter 51: 2017 – Dulwich, London

       Chapter 52: 2018 – Guildford Crown Court

       Chapter 53: 1994 – Guildford

       Chapter 54: 2018 – Guildford Crown Court

       Chapter 55: 1994 – Guildford

       Chapter 56: 2018 – Guildford Crown Court

       Chapter 57: 1994 – Guildford

       Chapter 58: 2017 – Dulwich, London

       Chapter 59: 2018 – Guildford Crown Court

       Chapter 60: 1994 – Guildford

       Chapter 61: 2018 – Guildford Crown Court

       Chapter 62: 1994 – Guildford

       Chapter 63: 2018 – Guildford Crown Court

       Chapter 64: 1994 – Guildford

       Chapter 65: 2018 – Guildford Crown Court

       Chapter 66: 1994 – Guildford

       Chapter 67: 1995 – Flaxley, Worcestershire

       Chapter 68: 2019 – Guildford

       Acknowledgements

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       About the Publisher

       Prologue

      Stumbling down the hill, filthy and too exhausted to even lift the shovels dragging behind them, they looked up to see a red glow starting to stretch along the ridge above. Dawn was breaking.

      ‘Hurry up,’ he said.

      At the bottom of the hill, she managed to haul herself over the stile, only to tumble down the slope on the other side and fall face down in the road, her fingernails bloodstained, her mouth and nose clogged with dirt. She could have fallen asleep there and then, not caring if she were seen.

      A hand reached under her armpit and hauled her to her feet.

      ‘Keep moving.’

      What was the point in moving or any attempt at concealment? He wouldn’t lie buried for ever. Someday, maybe tomorrow, maybe next week or next year, someone would find him.

       Chapter 1

       2017 – Central London

      It feels like centuries since I was young. I look around my office; Miranda is scrolling through Tinder while drinking a coffee. Her lithe body falls across a hard-backed wooden chair as if it were a hammock.

      Paulo wears mustard-coloured jeans, his feet up on the desk, the soles of his boots splayed towards me. The urge to kick them off becomes so great, I have to look away.

      ‘Yeah, I know, yeah,’ he drones into his phone, too loud and irritating to tune out.

      What right do they have to youth? They do not value it. They will waste it, as I did mine, and one day wake up, middle-aged, in an office full of people who believe them to be obsolete, an irrelevance. They will stare at the calendar and not believe the year – how did we reach 2017 so quickly? And then the day, Wednesday – how many hours until the weekend?

      I used to wonder what these millennials thought about me, then I realised, I’m invisible, they don’t think about me. On the first day Miranda made some polite enquiries. I tried to ignore her lisp as she asked, ‘Are you married, single?’

      ‘Separated,’ I say.

      ‘So, what you gonna do about it?’ she asked.

      ‘About what?’

      ‘Being single?’

      ‘Nothing,’ I told her.

      She gave me an odd look.

      ‘Well, Jonathan’s going to be on the desk next to you,’ she said. ‘It’s easier if you’re together.’

      Easier because we’re around the same age? I’m sure Jonathan would balk at the idea. He wears slim-fit maroon trousers and goes sockless in slip-on shoes, believing he’s not so different from the kids around us. At least I’m not suffering under that delusion.

      Since that first day, Miranda’s barely spoken to me. And whenever I ask what she and other members of the team are laughing about in the corner, she says, nothing, and slopes off, like a kid caught cutting class.

      She chats to Jonathan, despite his age, but then he is her boss. Today she’s telling him about her cousin’s upcoming trip to Vietnam.

      ‘My son was there in his gap year – loved it,’


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