‘She had a jacket on. I wouldn’t have seen, would I?’
‘Did she tell you about any bruises she’d received?’
‘No. But then she never had done. I only saw them by chance, like.’
‘But that was only once, wasn’t it?’
‘So? Once is enough, in my opinion.’
‘When was it exactly, that you saw these bruises?’
‘Oh, three or four months before, maybe. When she lived with him, then she had them.’
‘All right.’ Sarah drew a deep breath. The first part of this ordeal was nearly over. ‘Would it be fair to say, then, that when you last saw Jasmine, you saw no signs of bruising on her body; she didn’t talk about being hit or beaten in any way; and she told you she was seeing Simon regularly, of her own free will. She didn’t say she was afraid of him at all.’
Miranda Hurst glared at Sarah bitterly, then looked away, as she’d been advised, towards the judge. ‘If you want to twist things you can put it like that, I suppose.’
‘Is any part of it untrue?’
‘Not in so many words, no.’
‘Very well. The only other thing I want to ask you about is David Brodie. Did she talk about him on the last day you saw her?’
‘She did, yes.’ Mrs Hurst looked at Brodie sadly. ‘She said she was going to leave him.’
‘Did she say why?’
‘She was tired of him, she said. She said he was too neat and … possessive.’
‘Did she mention any quarrels they’d had?’
‘She mentioned one or two, yes. Just words, though. Nothing violent. He couldn’t hurt a fly, that lad. Not like yours.’
I’m losing it, Sarah thought. This could collapse into a cat-fight at any time. That’s what this woman wants — to make me suffer. In her most neutral voice, she continued.
‘So, to sum up, when you last saw Jasmine, she said she intended to leave David Brodie and said she’d had several quarrels with him, and she was still seeing my son. Is that right?’
‘Yes.’ Miranda Hurst nodded cautiously, wondering where this was leading. Nowhere, was the answer. She had arrived. Without a word, Sarah sat down.
After a moment, when she realized what was implied, Miranda Hurst began to shout angrily. ‘But David didn’t kill her, your son did! He’s a filthy murdering sadist, whatever your lawyer’s tricks in here! He killed her, the bastard, and you should be ashamed!’
There was nothing Sarah could do. She sat and waited for the judge to intervene, which he did, belatedly and with embarrassed reluctance. ‘Mrs Hurst, I’m afraid that’s all now. You really mustn’t say any more, however upset you are. This court is grateful to you for giving your evidence but you should go with the usher and stand down now.’
As the usher took her gently by the arm and began to lead her away, the tears began to flow uncontrollably. In the well of the court, right in front of the jury, she looked across at David Brodie, and pointed directly at Sarah. ‘You’re right what you said, David. She’s a first class bitch, she is, and everyone here should know it! Her son should have been drowned at birth!’
When she had gone, Phil Turner rose to his feet in the stunned silence.
‘My Lord, that concludes the case for the prosecution.’
‘In that case …’ Judge Mookerjee glanced at the clock, which stood at 3.25, then back at Sarah, sitting white-faced like a stone. ‘… although it may be a trifle early, in view of the somewhat emotional nature of this afternoon’s evidence I think it might be best for all concerned if we were to adjourn until tomorrow morning. If that suits you, Mrs Newby?’
Sarah stood, stiffly. ‘Indeed, My Lord.’
‘Then let us call it a day.’
The judge rose to his feet, the usher called ‘All stand!’ and the hubbub began.
Chapter Thirty-Nine
‘I’m trying to establish reasonable doubt,’ Sarah insisted. ‘And it seems to me that these two witnesses, together with Brodie’s own testimony, do exactly that.’
‘Hm.’ Judge Mookerjee listened thoughtfully, then turned back to the papers on his desk. Sarah and Phil Turner were in front of him, discussing the admissibility of evidence for the defence. The papers on the desk were an outline of the statements given to Lucy by two witnesses whom Sarah wanted to put on the stand — the eco-warrior, Mandy Kite, and a nurse, Ian Jinks.
Mandy Kite, after prolonged persuasion, had agreed to tell the ‘pigs’ court’ about David Brodie’s furious argument with Jasmine two days before she was killed, and that he had threatened to ‘sort her out’ on the morning she’d died. She would also say that once when she’d been with Jasmine they’d been followed by someone who might have been Simon but might equally well have been David.
Ian Jinks was a nurse whom Larry and Emily had found. He was prepared to testify about the change David’s relationship with Jasmine had created in him; at first he had been delighted, ecstatically happy, then increasingly worried and anxious as he began to suspect that she was still seeing Simon. On the night Jasmine was killed Brodie, according to Jinks, had been angry and upset, unable to do his work properly. Just before he left he had said he would like to ‘cut someone’s head off’ which was quite out of character.
‘My Lord, my learned friend intends to use these two witnesses simply to accuse Brodie,’ Phil Turner insisted. ‘There is no direct relevance to the guilt or innocence of her son.’
‘That seems a reasonable interpretation,’ the judge murmured. ‘Mrs Newby?’
It was not only reasonable but accurate, Sarah knew. That was exactly what she wanted to do. Her problem was the second part of Turner’s statement. What connection did these witnesses have to Simon?
‘Their testimony is entirely relevant, My Lord,’ she insisted earnestly. ‘This trial is about whether or not my son murdered Jasmine Hurst. If I can demonstrate a reasonable possibility that the murder was committed by someone else, then clearly that is evidence that the jury should consider. If it’s possible that Brodie killed her, then it’s possible that my son didn’t. There is a reasonable doubt.’
Turner frowned. ‘The doubt is only reasonable if you can create a credible case for Brodie’s involvement. As it is, you have no witnesses who put him anywhere near the scene …’
‘Neither do you,’ Sarah retorted. ‘No one saw Simon anywhere near the body. Whereas Brodie lives just a quarter of a mile away.’
‘True, but we have forensic evidence. Semen, blood on his trainers and the knife …’
‘I’ve accounted for the blood and semen in cross-examination, Phil. You know I have.’
‘So you say.’ Turner laughed drily. ‘It depends whether the jury believe your story or not. Anyway why would Brodie kill her?’
‘Jealousy, of course!’ Sarah faced the judge eagerly. ‘This girl was playing them both along, they both had equal reason to be furious with her. That’s the motive — the only motive — which the prosecution have to explain why Simon would kill her. Sexual jealousy. Well, these two witnesses give Brodie exactly the same motive — in fact, they show his jealousy was much stronger. The prosecution have no witnesses to say that Simon threatened to cut her head off …’
‘He hit her, though, didn’t he?’ Turner interrupted. ‘In full public view.’
‘Yes … all right, he hit her, but Brodie was seen to scream at her and make threats …’
‘Not necessarily against Jasmine though,’ the judge pointed out. ‘As I read Mr Jinks’ statement it seems he was threatening to cut Simon’s head off. If he meant it at all, that is.’
‘It’s not clear who he was threatening, My Lord,’ Sarah said despairingly. ‘All I am asking is to put this witness on the stand, then Phil can cross-examine him as much as he likes. Let the jury decide.’
‘Mr Turner?’ The judge leaned back, folding his arms.
‘I understand my friend’s passion, My Lord. But on balance, I believe her argument is flawed. This trial is to establish the guilt or innocence of Simon Newby, no one else. If there were a single shred of evidence to put Brodie near the body, then I would say yes, in the interests of justice it must be put before the jury. But there isn’t. All she has is this suggestion of motive which, quite frankly, isn’t good enough. As I see it, Brodie probably was in love with the girl and is genuinely heartbroken by her death. To allow further suggestions that he’s the murderer, with no evidence to back it up, would seem to be an abuse of process. And rather cruel, too.’