The Verdict

The Verdict
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The Verdict

OLIVIA ISAAC-HENRY


Published by ONE MORE CHAPTER

A Division of HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd

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London SE1 9GF

www.harpercollins.co.uk

First published in Great Britain by HarperCollinsPublishers 2019

Copyright © Olivia Isaac-Henry 2019

Cover Design © HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd 2019

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Olivia Isaac-Henry asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.

A catalogue copy of this book is available from the British Library.

This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.

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Ebook Edition © August 2019; ISBN: 9780008317768

Version: 2019-07-19

For Keith

Table of Contents

Cover

Title Page

Copyright

Dedication

Chapter 17: 2017 – Archway, London

Chapter 18: 1994 – Guildford

Chapter 19: 2017 – Maida Vale, London

Chapter 20: 1994 – Guildford

Chapter 21: 2017 – Central London

Chapter 22: 2001 – Kingston upon Thames

Chapter 23: 1994 – Guildford

Chapter 24: 2017 – Guildford Police Station

Chapter 25: 1994 – Guildford

Chapter 26: 2017 – Guildford Police Station

Chapter 27: 1994 – Guildford

Chapter 28: 2017 – Guildford Police Station

Chapter 29: 1994 – Guildford

Chapter 30: 2017 – Guildford Police Station

Chapter 31: 1994 – Guildford

Chapter 32: 2018 – Bronzefield

Chapter 33: 1994 – Guildford

Chapter 34: 2018 – Bronzefield

Chapter 35: 1994 – Guildford

Chapter 36: 2018 – Guildford Crown Court

Chapter 37: 1994 – Guildford

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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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.

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?



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