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home?’
‘ Course, I was pissed.’
‘ When I say go straight home, I mean to the address where you had been bailed, because thirty-four Manvers Terrace was out of bounds for you, wasn’t it?’
‘ I went to a mate’s house.’
‘ Where was that address?’
‘ Just a mate’s. That’s all I want to say. I don’t want to get him into any trouble. I know I should have been at my mum and dad’s.’
‘ Okay, does this mate live in Barnwell?’
‘ Yeah, course he does.’
‘ Humour me, Adam, just give me a rough area where that is, if you don’t want to tell us the exact address at this moment.’
Adam Fields looked sideways at his solicitor. They exchanged glances and the solicitor nodded his head. Fields returned his look to Hunter. ‘The Wood Estate, that’s all I’m going to say.’
‘ Okay, fine. And by my calculations the Wood Estate is roughly a mile away from Manvers Terrace. Would you agree?’
‘ Yeah.’
‘ And in the opposite direction to the last pub you were in?’
‘ Yeah. I know where the Wood Estate is, dumb shit.’
‘ So you had no reason then to be anywhere near Manvers Terrace in the early hours of the eighteenth?’ Hunter caught a flinch in Adam Fields’ face.
Fields blinked his look away and snapped back, ‘No. I went straight to my mates.’
Teasingly, Hunter slid forward Valerie Bryce’s witness statement. ‘Then how come we have a statement from Gemma’s next door neighbour, to the effect that she was woken at just after ten past two in the early hours of the morning of the eighteenth, by a man shouting the odds and banging on Gemma’s back door. She recognised that voice as yours, Adam and so dialled nine-nine-nine. Then she heard glass breaking and a loud banging noise, and a few minutes later saw you running past her window in the direction of the industrial estate.’
Adam Fields flung himself back in the seat. ‘No comment.’
‘ This is not some stranger who witnessed this, Adam. This is Gemma’s next door neighbour. Someone who knows you. She recognised you.’
He jerked forward again, smacked a hand hard down on the desk and arrowed a finger at Hunter. He spat out, ‘I know where this is leading. This is another one of your stitch-ups.’
Hunter slid his hands quickly away and eased himself back in his seat to put some space between himself and his prisoner. Slipping his hands beneath the table he balled them into fists. He gave back the impression that he was relaxed. In reality he was alert and prepared. Taking a deep breath he responded, ‘That statement is from an independent witness. Nothing to do with the police and she has no need to lie. She saw you, Adam in the early hours of the eighteenth and called the police. Officers who attended found Gemma’s back door had been kicked in and she’d been stabbed, less than ten minutes after you’d been seen running from the rear of her house.’ He watched Fields closely for a few seconds, letting his words sink in, then added, ‘Shall I tell you what I think, Adam? I think you’re a man who can’t accept rejection, and I think this was an act of revenge by a violent bully who couldn’t also accept that the relationship was over.’
He banged his hand on the table again. ‘You’re all in this together. You’re covering up for your own.’
That retort threw Hunter’s thoughts. Recovering quickly he said, ‘I’m not with you, Adam. What do you mean by those last comments?’
‘ You fucking do know. This is one big cover-up. Well I’ll tell you this now, you’re not pinning this on me.’ Beads of sweat trickled down the sides of his face. ‘Jesus, this is fucking murder we’re talking about.’
‘ Yes it is murder, Adam, and if you don’t make yourself any clearer about your comments, or give us an explanation, then how can we help you?’
Adam Fields looked to his solicitor again. His face had almost a pleading look about it.
The solicitor said, ‘Can I have another word
‘ Course, I was pissed.’
‘ When I say go straight home, I mean to the address where you had been bailed, because thirty-four Manvers Terrace was out of bounds for you, wasn’t it?’
‘ I went to a mate’s house.’
‘ Where was that address?’
‘ Just a mate’s. That’s all I want to say. I don’t want to get him into any trouble. I know I should have been at my mum and dad’s.’
‘ Okay, does this mate live in Barnwell?’
‘ Yeah, course he does.’
‘ Humour me, Adam, just give me a rough area where that is, if you don’t want to tell us the exact address at this moment.’
Adam Fields looked sideways at his solicitor. They exchanged glances and the solicitor nodded his head. Fields returned his look to Hunter. ‘The Wood Estate, that’s all I’m going to say.’
‘ Okay, fine. And by my calculations the Wood Estate is roughly a mile away from Manvers Terrace. Would you agree?’
‘ Yeah.’
‘ And in the opposite direction to the last pub you were in?’
‘ Yeah. I know where the Wood Estate is, dumb shit.’
‘ So you had no reason then to be anywhere near Manvers Terrace in the early hours of the eighteenth?’ Hunter caught a flinch in Adam Fields’ face.
Fields blinked his look away and snapped back, ‘No. I went straight to my mates.’
Teasingly, Hunter slid forward Valerie Bryce’s witness statement. ‘Then how come we have a statement from Gemma’s next door neighbour, to the effect that she was woken at just after ten past two in the early hours of the morning of the eighteenth, by a man shouting the odds and banging on Gemma’s back door. She recognised that voice as yours, Adam and so dialled nine-nine-nine. Then she heard glass breaking and a loud banging noise, and a few minutes later saw you running past her window in the direction of the industrial estate.’
Adam Fields flung himself back in the seat. ‘No comment.’
‘ This is not some stranger who witnessed this, Adam. This is Gemma’s next door neighbour. Someone who knows you. She recognised you.’
He jerked forward again, smacked a hand hard down on the desk and arrowed a finger at Hunter. He spat out, ‘I know where this is leading. This is another one of your stitch-ups.’
Hunter slid his hands quickly away and eased himself back in his seat to put some space between himself and his prisoner. Slipping his hands beneath the table he balled them into fists. He gave back the impression that he was relaxed. In reality he was alert and prepared. Taking a deep breath he responded, ‘That statement is from an independent witness. Nothing to do with the police and she has no need to lie. She saw you, Adam in the early hours of the eighteenth and called the police. Officers who attended found Gemma’s back door had been kicked in and she’d been stabbed, less than ten minutes after you’d been seen running from the rear of her house.’ He watched Fields closely for a few seconds, letting his words sink in, then added, ‘Shall I tell you what I think, Adam? I think you’re a man who can’t accept rejection, and I think this was an act of revenge by a violent bully who couldn’t also accept that the relationship was over.’
He banged his hand on the table again. ‘You’re all in this together. You’re covering up for your own.’
That retort threw Hunter’s thoughts. Recovering quickly he said, ‘I’m not with you, Adam. What do you mean by those last comments?’
‘ You fucking do know. This is one big cover-up. Well I’ll tell you this now, you’re not pinning this on me.’ Beads of sweat trickled down the sides of his face. ‘Jesus, this is fucking murder we’re talking about.’
‘ Yes it is murder, Adam, and if you don’t make yourself any clearer about your comments, or give us an explanation, then how can we help you?’
Adam Fields looked to his solicitor again. His face had almost a pleading look about it.
The solicitor said, ‘Can I have another word
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