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"I didn't say that," said Mr. Justice Redmayne, turning around to face his son. "On the contrary. I'm at your service, because of one thing I'm absolutely certain. Da
BOOK FIVE. Redemption
CHAPTER SEVENTY-TWO
DANNY CARTWRIGHT SAT on the small wooden chair in the dock and waited for the clock to strike ten so the trial could begin. He looked down into the well of the court to see his two counsel deep in conversation as they waited for the judge to appear.
Da
No one needed to tell Da
The press benches to Da
Alex Redmayne and his junior, The Rt. Hon. Sir Matthew Redmayne KCMG QC, could not have done more to help Da
Beth had been released on bail the morning after she had been arrested. But no one had been surprised when neither Da
Mr. Jenkins was waiting in reception at Belmarsh to greet them, and Mr. Pascoe made sure that they ended up sharing a cell. Within a month Da
Alex Redmayne never once reminded Da
There had also been moments of triumph to sit alongside disaster. The gods prefer it that way. Alex Redmayne had been able to convince the court that although Beth was technically guilty of the offense she had been charged with, she had only been aware that Da
The judge had not taken quite as lenient a view when it came to the role Big Al had played in the conspiracy. Alex had pointed out in his opening speech that his client, Albert Cra
"Can Mr. Cra
Big Al had no explanation, and even if he had, he wasn't about to tell Pearson where the money had come from.
The jury were not impressed.
The judge sent Big Al back to Belmarsh to serve another five years-the rest of his original sentence. Da
Beth had one good piece of news to tell Da
"I'm pregnant."
"Christ, we only had four nights together," said Da
"I don't think that was the number of times we made love," said Beth, before adding, "Let's hope it will be a brother for Christy."
"If it is, we can call him Bernie."
"No," said Beth, "we're going to call him-" The klaxon signaled the end of visits and drowned out her words.
"Can I ask you a question?" said Da
"Of course," Pascoe replied. "Doesn't mean I'll answer it."
"You always knew, didn't you?" Pascoe smiled, but didn't reply. "What made you so sure that I wasn't Nick?" asked Da
Pascoe turned the key in the lock and heaved open the heavy door. Da
"Oh, my God," said Da
Pascoe smiled, stepped back into the corridor and slammed the cell door shut.
Da
Da
In the well of the court, Alex and his father were still deep in conversation. The Times had devoted a whole page to the father and son who would be appearing together as defense counsel in the case. It was only the second time in history that a high-court judge had returned to the role of barrister, and it was certainly the first occasion in anyone's memory that a son would lead his father.