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Authors: Nikki McWatters
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silver fox but frankly it’s getting very boring and ill-fitting. I’m fifty-seven this year and getting too old to be labelled a fox inferring that I’m dashing or handsome. I’m craggy and cranky and haven’t had sex since my prostate operation three years ago. So much for being a sex symbol. I’d sooner wear the crown of the old white polar bear . Today I am feeling particularly knuckled and rheumatic.
When I’d gotten the call from Megan she was inconsolable and very confused. I tried to calm her down and let her know that it was probably a deranged fan with dollar signs in her eyes. But she said that Chris had apologised to her. He’d held her after his arrest and said he was deeply ashamed and sorry and that sounded like guilt to me and to her. I just hoped to hell he’d had the sense to take the police caution to heart and keep his mouth shut to the cops. He could sing all he wanted on stage but I really did not need my client to sing in the slammer. If he was guilty, it mattered little to me. I knew Chris. He was a good guy and he and the band had weathered a few legal stoushes over the years. Fame attracts allegations of misconduct all the time. It’s a job lot.
The charges at presentation appeared to be one count of rape and one count of sexual penetration of a child under sixteen. It had been alleged that Chris supplied the girl with illicit drugs but without any physical evidence there was no way they could charge him with that.
I was shown into the interview room and Chris looked up at me. I was certainly taken aback. He looked like a skinny Grizzly Adams and ten years older than he was. Beneath the bush he had the face of a drowned man.
‘Chris,’ I nodded.
‘Tim,’ he mumbled.
I slapped my briefcase on the laminated table between us, flicked it open and took out a yellow legal pad and my pen.
Sitting down, I looked back at the uniformed guard and made a hand movement to indicate that we needed coffee. The Sex Crimes division served decent coffee. My theory was that they tried to make their detainees as comfortable as possible so that they felt more predisposed to relax and open up.
‘White with one,’ I smiled and looked at Chris.
‘Black with two,’ he said softly.
The door closed and we were alone.
‘So let’s hear all about it Chris. Just tell me the truth and it doesn’t leave this room. I’m water-tight and can spin it into pure gold no matter how sooty…okay? I’m the Rumplestiltsken of criminal defence lawyers okay?’
Chris looked around and shifted nervously in his seat.
‘Don’t worry. This is an interview room and there are no hidden mirrors or bugs. We can talk freely.’
‘Oh fucking hell, Tim. Please tell me this is not happening,’ he groaned and rubbed his hirsute face. ‘I messed up, okay? I fucking messed up. After all these years. I’ve been totally faithful to Meg. Rock solid. And then these she-devils turn up with a cache of drugs…I did some coke okay? It had been a long tour. I don’t know where it came from and I had a few drinks and I’d been sick…the combination was brutal. It was a wake me up and I was so tired… so I took some coke…I know I’m an idiot. Next thing I know the blonde is on top of me in my hotel room with her goblin side-kick friend grinning voyeuristically from the sidelines.’
‘So you did have sexual intercourse with the complainant?’
‘No…I mean. I don’t know. The blonde isn’t the one that claims to be pregnant. It’s the other one. The fifteen year old.’
‘Well. Fifteen is better than thirteen and depending on how close she is to sixteen the Magistrate might view a case of consensual sex as acceptable. Maybe. So you had sex with the blonde, so what about the other one?’
I looked at the charge sheet the desk had handed over, scanning it quickly.
‘Elizabeth O’Neil and she’s three months off sixteen. That’s good. But she’s claiming you forced intercourse while her friend was out of
When I’d gotten the call from Megan she was inconsolable and very confused. I tried to calm her down and let her know that it was probably a deranged fan with dollar signs in her eyes. But she said that Chris had apologised to her. He’d held her after his arrest and said he was deeply ashamed and sorry and that sounded like guilt to me and to her. I just hoped to hell he’d had the sense to take the police caution to heart and keep his mouth shut to the cops. He could sing all he wanted on stage but I really did not need my client to sing in the slammer. If he was guilty, it mattered little to me. I knew Chris. He was a good guy and he and the band had weathered a few legal stoushes over the years. Fame attracts allegations of misconduct all the time. It’s a job lot.
The charges at presentation appeared to be one count of rape and one count of sexual penetration of a child under sixteen. It had been alleged that Chris supplied the girl with illicit drugs but without any physical evidence there was no way they could charge him with that.
I was shown into the interview room and Chris looked up at me. I was certainly taken aback. He looked like a skinny Grizzly Adams and ten years older than he was. Beneath the bush he had the face of a drowned man.
‘Chris,’ I nodded.
‘Tim,’ he mumbled.
I slapped my briefcase on the laminated table between us, flicked it open and took out a yellow legal pad and my pen.
Sitting down, I looked back at the uniformed guard and made a hand movement to indicate that we needed coffee. The Sex Crimes division served decent coffee. My theory was that they tried to make their detainees as comfortable as possible so that they felt more predisposed to relax and open up.
‘White with one,’ I smiled and looked at Chris.
‘Black with two,’ he said softly.
The door closed and we were alone.
‘So let’s hear all about it Chris. Just tell me the truth and it doesn’t leave this room. I’m water-tight and can spin it into pure gold no matter how sooty…okay? I’m the Rumplestiltsken of criminal defence lawyers okay?’
Chris looked around and shifted nervously in his seat.
‘Don’t worry. This is an interview room and there are no hidden mirrors or bugs. We can talk freely.’
‘Oh fucking hell, Tim. Please tell me this is not happening,’ he groaned and rubbed his hirsute face. ‘I messed up, okay? I fucking messed up. After all these years. I’ve been totally faithful to Meg. Rock solid. And then these she-devils turn up with a cache of drugs…I did some coke okay? It had been a long tour. I don’t know where it came from and I had a few drinks and I’d been sick…the combination was brutal. It was a wake me up and I was so tired… so I took some coke…I know I’m an idiot. Next thing I know the blonde is on top of me in my hotel room with her goblin side-kick friend grinning voyeuristically from the sidelines.’
‘So you did have sexual intercourse with the complainant?’
‘No…I mean. I don’t know. The blonde isn’t the one that claims to be pregnant. It’s the other one. The fifteen year old.’
‘Well. Fifteen is better than thirteen and depending on how close she is to sixteen the Magistrate might view a case of consensual sex as acceptable. Maybe. So you had sex with the blonde, so what about the other one?’
I looked at the charge sheet the desk had handed over, scanning it quickly.
‘Elizabeth O’Neil and she’s three months off sixteen. That’s good. But she’s claiming you forced intercourse while her friend was out of
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