red teddy screaming “Fuck me! Fuck me, here and now!”
The boss
put his hands up. “That’s all. Seen enough. Off you go,” and with that Jody put
her hands on her hips pinning the tunic back brazenly for and at them all. She
grinned a small triumphant grin, nodded her head almost indiscernibly then
swung round and contentedly marched off.
Chapter 6
1 plus 4 equals a
lot more than 5
During
the trial, Luke had asked Graham to hire a private investigator to dig up as
much information on his co-conspirators as possible. Although technically he
knew them all, or rather, he had known them all (many years before) he’d neither seen nor been in touch with any
of them for years.
All four
of them were at ‘Mary Magdalene Grammar School’ in the sixth form when he had
‘known’ them, (including in the biblical sense). Clearly he didn’t attend a girl’s
grammar, he wasn’t even at school at the time, but he somehow ended up hanging
around with them, and well, one thing led to another. “A really good time was
had by all,” he recalled.
What he
still couldn’t get his head around, though, was how all the evidence put
forward in the trial suggested, no, demonstrated them having social, sexual and
business dealings together as though they were all still friends.
“How the
hell was that possible? And the kid, surely you need to have sex with someone
for that to happen? She wasn’t a ‘bad shag’, but not
even Monica Lewinski could have saved ‘man-juice’ for that long. It must have
been around 1999 or 2000 the last time we did it. There’s just no way it could
possibly still work. It must be someone else’s. The DNA’s gotta be wrong. It can’t be mine.”
Luke got
to thinking about Suzanne. According to the prosecution she was in Amsterdam
sometime in December 2001 at the same time he was. They stayed at different
hotels and, according to them, must have got together for sex at some time. She
denied it in court, as did Luke, but somehow she couldn’t remember whether or exactly who she did have sex with on that occasion, though the
hotel staff were adamant she’d hosted a number of male and female visitors.
“Even if
I’d known she was in town I wouldn’t have contacted her. She’d moved on. I’d
moved on. What would’ve been the point?”
“Anyway
she was getting broody, what with her new boyfriend, or rather fiancé. God
knows what she saw in him. Twat! Surely the Baby’s his. And she would've been a
risk. No sex without bloody condoms an' all that. No
thanks."
Luke
went over the seemingly insurmountable yet impossible evidence in his head
again. He started by trying to work out where the photos had come from.
During
the trial he recalled how the police had found a large framed photo of him and
the four girls all together on their graduation night. The school had decided
to throw a dance that year since they didn't have Prom Nights and the girls had
invited him along as their guest. He faintly remembered posing for a ‘Charlie’s
Angels’ style photo with them all. Anyway, they were a bit pissed after
'loading up' before the 'Big Gig' and sneaking more booze in with them for
top-ups. The Gestapo Nuns were on the prowl all night but somehow they still
got away with it.
He never
did get to see a copy of the picture (until the trial) and yet each of the
girls had a large framed one in their houses aptly engraved with the words
“Wicked Alliance In Formal Attire”.
"According
to the prosecutor, just because the typed message on the back of the frames alluded
to them being from me, that means they had to be from me. Bollocks! Anyone could have sent them, and stuffed all that crap
inside."
Luke's
problem, regardless of how hard he protested with himself, and everyone else on
the planet for that matter, was that all four of the photo frames had his fingerprints
on them. The photos, though copies, did have his 'reproduced' signature on
them, and there was further evidence of
The boss
put his hands up. “That’s all. Seen enough. Off you go,” and with that Jody put
her hands on her hips pinning the tunic back brazenly for and at them all. She
grinned a small triumphant grin, nodded her head almost indiscernibly then
swung round and contentedly marched off.
Chapter 6
1 plus 4 equals a
lot more than 5
During
the trial, Luke had asked Graham to hire a private investigator to dig up as
much information on his co-conspirators as possible. Although technically he
knew them all, or rather, he had known them all (many years before) he’d neither seen nor been in touch with any
of them for years.
All four
of them were at ‘Mary Magdalene Grammar School’ in the sixth form when he had
‘known’ them, (including in the biblical sense). Clearly he didn’t attend a girl’s
grammar, he wasn’t even at school at the time, but he somehow ended up hanging
around with them, and well, one thing led to another. “A really good time was
had by all,” he recalled.
What he
still couldn’t get his head around, though, was how all the evidence put
forward in the trial suggested, no, demonstrated them having social, sexual and
business dealings together as though they were all still friends.
“How the
hell was that possible? And the kid, surely you need to have sex with someone
for that to happen? She wasn’t a ‘bad shag’, but not
even Monica Lewinski could have saved ‘man-juice’ for that long. It must have
been around 1999 or 2000 the last time we did it. There’s just no way it could
possibly still work. It must be someone else’s. The DNA’s gotta be wrong. It can’t be mine.”
Luke got
to thinking about Suzanne. According to the prosecution she was in Amsterdam
sometime in December 2001 at the same time he was. They stayed at different
hotels and, according to them, must have got together for sex at some time. She
denied it in court, as did Luke, but somehow she couldn’t remember whether or exactly who she did have sex with on that occasion, though the
hotel staff were adamant she’d hosted a number of male and female visitors.
“Even if
I’d known she was in town I wouldn’t have contacted her. She’d moved on. I’d
moved on. What would’ve been the point?”
“Anyway
she was getting broody, what with her new boyfriend, or rather fiancé. God
knows what she saw in him. Twat! Surely the Baby’s his. And she would've been a
risk. No sex without bloody condoms an' all that. No
thanks."
Luke
went over the seemingly insurmountable yet impossible evidence in his head
again. He started by trying to work out where the photos had come from.
During
the trial he recalled how the police had found a large framed photo of him and
the four girls all together on their graduation night. The school had decided
to throw a dance that year since they didn't have Prom Nights and the girls had
invited him along as their guest. He faintly remembered posing for a ‘Charlie’s
Angels’ style photo with them all. Anyway, they were a bit pissed after
'loading up' before the 'Big Gig' and sneaking more booze in with them for
top-ups. The Gestapo Nuns were on the prowl all night but somehow they still
got away with it.
He never
did get to see a copy of the picture (until the trial) and yet each of the
girls had a large framed one in their houses aptly engraved with the words
“Wicked Alliance In Formal Attire”.
"According
to the prosecutor, just because the typed message on the back of the frames alluded
to them being from me, that means they had to be from me. Bollocks! Anyone could have sent them, and stuffed all that crap
inside."
Luke's
problem, regardless of how hard he protested with himself, and everyone else on
the planet for that matter, was that all four of the photo frames had his fingerprints
on them. The photos, though copies, did have his 'reproduced' signature on
them, and there was further evidence of
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