‘Thank you,’ said Mr Floyd. ‘No further questions.’
Laura met her in the foyer and hugged her and told her she was bloody brave.
‘I’m not,’ said Emma, crying a little. ‘I’m a coward. I sat there and-’
‘Hey, I’d have been the same,’ Laura said. ‘But you came here. The way they talked to you! Outrageous. I wanted to slap that Patel biddy.’
Emma giggled in spite of herself. The laugh dangerously close to sobbing. There must have been a break then, because the people poured out of the court and milled about.
Mr Sweeney came up. ‘Well done,’ he said. She wiped her eyes. ‘Bit of a rough ride but you did very well.’ He moved away, walking swiftly across the concourse. They were all being nice to her and she didn’t deserve it.
The teenager she had seen in the public gallery, a beautiful girl who looked a bit like Luke, came over. ‘Luke’s my brother,’ she said; her eyes were soft and hurt. Emma’s heart lurched. ‘Why didn’t you…’ The girl began to cry.
Emma was smarting, the guilt splintering inside. She couldn’t bring herself to speak; she kept shaking her head by way of apology.
‘Ruby.’ A woman came, her face drawn; she pulled the girl away.
Emma closed her eyes. She wanted to lie down and die.
‘Oh God,’ Laura sighed, ‘let’s go.’
‘I’m going to stay.’
‘You don’t have to.’
‘I do,’ she said.
‘What – and beat yourself up some more?’
For a moment she considered going with Laura, pleasing her friend, escaping, but the tendril of resolve quickened and blossomed. She shrugged. ‘I’m going to stay and watch the rest of it. I owe them that.’ With her eyes burning, she went back and found a seat in the public gallery.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Louise
Louise had seen pictures of Val Barnes in the papers. One in particular she remembered: Val and Andrew beside the hearse at the cemetery. Val had been wearing a hat with a veil; she was almost as tall as Andrew, willowy.
In person, in the witness stand, she was thin as a rake. She’d fine blonde hair that fell straight to her shoulders, a striking, angular face.
Andrew rarely spoke of her, although he had told Louise that she had been off work with depression and also that she had refused to go see anyone to talk about it, though she was on tablets from the doctor.
Val’s voice was firm, cool, as she answered the initial questions. Yes, she was the mother of Jason Barnes. Jason had been out with friends that evening; he was home from university for Christmas. She described being alerted by shouts outside; she went and looked out of their lounge window. She could see figures in the garden. Her husband was upstairs in the shower.
Ruby edged closer to Louise and Louise grasped her hand.
Val described opening the door. ‘There was someone on the ground, three others kicking him.’
Louise set her jaw, tried not to go where the words threatened to take her, fought to skim over the surface of them.
‘I saw Jason running in through the gate. He was shouting, “Get off him, leave him.” He pulled one of them off, Thomas Garrington. But he pushed Jason back, knocked him over.’ She stopped abruptly. Louise watched her steady herself, raise her jaw and then continue. ‘I shouted at Jason to stop, to come in. I shouted that I was ringing the police.’
‘Did Jason come inside then?’ Mr Sweeney, the prosecutor, asked.
‘No.’ Her voice broke but she went on speaking. ‘He… erm… he picked up this garden lantern, he hit Thomas Garrington on the back. That’s when I went in and rang the police and fetched Andrew.’
‘What were the others doing?’
‘They were still kicking.’
Louise felt something come loose inside her; she arched her neck, breathed through her mouth.
‘Were they are all actively involved?’
‘Yes,’ Val said.
‘Can you please describe where the three people were in relation to Luke, and how Luke was lying?’
Ruby squeezed Louise’s hand. Louise turned to her, mouthed ‘You okay?’ prepared to leave if Ruby needed to. Ruby nodded, her mouth pinched with misery, blinking fast. Louise passed her a tissue.
‘Thomas Garrington was near his feet. Luke was on his left side facing away from the house; he had his arms over his head, his knees were bent.’
‘A foetal position?’
‘Yes,’ Val said.
He slept like that, Louise thought. And now he can’t even do that any more. Instead he lies stretched out, and when they turn him, to avoid bedsores, they never curl his limbs close to his body. She remembered him as an infant coiled like a comma on her grandad’s lap. A little sea horse.
‘Please carry on,’ said Mr Sweeney.
‘Conrad Quinn was by his head, near his shoulders.’
‘And Nicola Healy?’
Louise saw the girl in the dock look down, studying her hands.
‘She was the other side of Luke, near his middle,’ said Val.
‘And you clearly saw them all kick Luke?’
‘Oh yes.’ Her tone firm.
‘What happened when you returned?’
‘I was on the phone in the hall, the door was still open. Andrew ran outside. Thomas Garrington was at the gate, and Nicola Healy too. Jason had his hands on Conrad Quinn, on his shoulders, pulling him away. As Andrew went out, he pulled away from Jason and ran off as well. And Andrew went after them.’
The courtroom was almost silent, tight with concentration. Louise felt brittle; her pulse was thrumming hard.
‘I went to Jason, to try and get him to come in, but he was worried about Luke. Andrew came back then, and Jason shouted to get an ambulance.’
‘At this stage, did Jason appear to be hurt?’
‘No,’ Val said quietly.
Louise looked up at the ceiling, at the fine plaster mouldings and the pendulum lights. Ruby wiped her eyes. Louise heard someone in the rows behind her stifle a sob.
‘Andrew sent Jason in. We could hear the ambulance coming and Andrew waited outside for them. Jason was trembling.’ She swallowed.
Louise felt the hairs on the back of her neck rise.
‘Then the police came in,’ said Val, ‘and Andrew too. He said he thought Jason was in shock and he’d make a hot drink.’ Val stopped talking abruptly. She pressed her fist to her mouth and closed her eyes.
‘Mrs Barnes?’ the barrister enquired softly. Val raised her head, moved her hand to grip at the necklace she wore. She was shivering now, her face quaking, her voice uneven as she spoke. ‘Then… erm… Andrew saw… Jason looked so pale… He fell forward, he was sitting down and he fell forward, and then… he was hurt, there was blood on his coat, on the chair.’ Louise’s neck tingled; her heart felt too big, swollen in sympathy.
‘Jason was taken to hospital then?’
‘Yes.’
‘And he was declared dead on arrival?’
Val nodded vigorously, tears spilling. ‘Yes, but we didn’t know for a while.’
‘And you were told that he died as a result of a stab wound in the back?’
‘Yes,’ she said simply. She was amazing, thought Louise. The strength in her as she relived that dreadful night. Her dignity.
The barrister thanked her and the judge ordered a recess before cross-examination.
‘You okay?’ Louise asked Ruby as they filed out.
Ruby nodded.
‘Hungry?’
‘Always,’ she said wryly.
‘We’ll grab a sandwich.’
The area near the courts had a spooky, science-fiction feel, Louise thought. Skyscrapers, gleaming in the pale sun and windy open spaces between. Most of the people wore formal work suits. They fitted the setting: polished and glossy, expensive. Louise felt out of place by comparison, and dazed, emptied by the strain of the trial.
When they got back to court, Val was already being questioned by the defence barrister. A current of mutual dislike seemed to crackle between the two women as Mrs Patel tried to undermine Val’s account. Val appeared to grow stronger, surer under the barrage. Asserting again, clearly and confidently, what she had seen. Never wavering. Then Mrs Patel focused in on some of the detail.