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‘Your Honour –’ the barrister says again.
‘Witness B, we respectfully ask that you stick to the facts at issue. This is not a kidnapping trial.’
‘We never found the perpetrators,’ Kelly says. ‘But the defendant knows.’
‘Your Honour –’
‘Witness B,’ the judge says, clearly exasperated now.
‘Fine,’ Kelly says. Jen knows his teeth are gritted, hollows appearing underneath his cheekbones. He pauses, and she knows, too, that he will now be running a hand through his hair. Even this Kelly, who she hasn’t seen for twenty years. Even this Kelly, who she has at this point loved for only six months. This Kelly, who’s been a liar from day one. A painter/decorator since aged sixteen. Both parents dead. Never been to college, left school after GCSEs. How true is any of it? How can he be police? Why didn’t he tell her?
She would’ve understood. It’s hardly a crime, to have been an undercover police officer.
She shifts uncomfortably in the public gallery, wishing she could cross-examine along with the barristers.
‘I was instructed to find out the defendant’s identity,’ Kelly says. ‘And I did so by going in at the very bottom level of his gang. For reasons relating to my anonymity, I can’t explain any further than that what my role was.’
‘What sort of tasks did you undertake for the defendant?’
‘For reasons relating to my anonymity, I can’t explain any further than that what my role was.’
‘What did you witness the defendant – directly – doing?’
‘For reasons –’
The barrister sighs, clearly irritated. She takes off her glasses, cleans them theatrically on her robes, then puts them back on. For quite whose benefit, Jen isn’t sure.
‘I can tell you what I didn’t do,’ Kelly says, in a tone of voice Jen knows to precede something unhelpful.
‘Yes?’ the barrister says.
‘I didn’t ever find the people who Joseph instructed to commit crimes. Instructions that resulted in the kidnap of baby Eve.’
‘Right.’ The defence barrister jumps to his feet. The judge waves them over, casting a look to the troublemaking black curtains. ‘Jury out,’ he says.
They filter back out into the foyer and, after ten minutes, an usher confirms the case is adjourned until tomorrow. Jen stands there, open-mouthed. ‘What?’ she says.
‘We’re resuming again tomorrow,’ an usher says to her, a dismissal. Jen stands in the foyer, people milling around her like a school of fish.
She doesn’t have a tomorrow, she thinks desperately. It won’t come.
Kelly goes white when he sees Jen standing by his car.
His cheeks sink. His lips blanch. His eyes dart left and right, then he smiles at her. Trying to style it out. Jen watches him, this man who becomes her husband, lying to her. His suit is already rumpled, the jacket slung over his arm. He looks ill, pale and young, almost like a child, very much like Todd.
‘I saw your testimony,’ she says simply. ‘I was in the public gallery.’ Her body immediately wants to cry and to be comforted by this man she’s loved for over half her life. The man she would always turn to.
‘I …’ He looks up the high street, into the sun, then gestures to his car.
‘Is that it?’ she says to him. In the pause in which he considers which truths to tell and which to conceal, Jen tries to move the events in her brain so that they run forwards, not backwards, but she can’t think, her mind a sea of disparate facts. Maybe it will end here, she thinks. She could break up with Kelly. But so many questions remain unanswered. She knows somehow, thanks to Andy maybe, that it isn’t yet time.
They get inside the car. The air outside is soupy, the seats warm against their thighs. He guns the engine and drives, fast, out of Liverpool. He still hasn’t spoken.
‘Kelly?’ she says. She hates that she has to prompt him. ‘I mean …’ She tries to remember that they have only been in a relationship for six months. That he doesn’t know the future, that they make it. They make it twenty happy years and counting. Somehow. He doesn’t know the importance of what he is toying with, of what is at stake.
Kelly says nothing. He navigates a one-way junction, eyes flicking to the rear-view mirror.
‘You’re undercover police.’
