safety in numbers. It made sense to me in the absence of any other option, so I fell in behind them as they lurched and reeled up St Mary’s Street.
The sound of a horn made me jump. My heart raced as I turned and saw Bancho kerb crawling. Putting on my best smile, I hopped in – he’d obviously been bullied into this. As I’d overheard, he was on his way to pick up Joe at the casino to go on the dawn raid. A blast of warm air counteracted the chilliness of his welcome. Glancing at him out of the side of my eye, I put the seat belt on. The wheels skidded as Bancho drove off in the direction of my house; he was obviously in a rush to get rid of me.
We stopped at the top of St Mary’s Street, and a shiver that had nothing to do with the temperature ran down my spine.
‘What did you think of the City Wall verdict … did it make you proud?’ Bancho asked, exhaling noisily. He watched as I gave my reply.
‘No.’
On the corner with the Royal Mile sat the City Wall pub, implicated in one of Edinburgh’s most notorious murders. Two young girls, Alice Parks and Jane Derren, had been bound and raped then murdered after they had left the pub. The police had investigated the case for thirty years until advances in DNA techniques allowed them to bring in Andrew Saunders.
‘Did you think Alice and Jane got justice?’
‘No.’
‘You’re bloody right. We brought her killer to court; he was a convicted double killer and paedophile – yet he was found not guilty. Nine days of evidence, and thirty years of painstaking detective work down the toilet … why did the prosecutor close the case without putting the DNA evidence to the jury?’
There was no answer. All I knew was the law must be above suspicion – which was why I’d asked if the judge was a Mason in the earlier case. People make mistakes – there must be no suggestion it’s not a mistake.
‘You know what the tragedy is, Brodie – we had the evidence to nail him … It just wasn’t put forward in court.’
Bancho drove at speed. He couldn’t leave the scene of the City Wall fast enough.
‘It could happen again, Brodie. When I catch the Ripper there’s always a chance he could walk free because of a smartass lawyer – we both know that lawyer could be you. Would you sleep at night? Would you?’
He was looking at the City Wall pub in the rear-view mirror. His eyes showed that the old case still haunted him. ‘Nobody cares.’ He ran his fingers over his mouth as soon as he spoke; perhaps wishing he could take the words back. ‘We couldn’t get justice for Alice and Jane and they belonged to the city – what chance does someone like Bianca have?’
His nicotine-stained fingers kept pulling on his hair, and clumps came away in his hand. I hoped for Bancho’s sake that this alarming moulting had occurred because he hadn’t brushed his hair and not because of a failure to control his stress; otherwise he’d be as bald as a coot come Christmas morning.
‘No one cares about these girls,’ he said again. ‘Not their families, government, no one.’ His voice was rising. I could see he wasn’t taking me home. That was unfortunate, because I wanted to check out this ‘Hobbyist’ website as soon as possible.
‘The media just think these girls are prostitutes – even if they were that’s no excuse – but they were double-crossed, Brodie; told that they were coming to the West to go to college or to model, and then ending up as sex slaves.’ Bubbles of spit were forming at the edges of his mouth as he turned into Danube Street and stopped outside Kailash’s establishment. He leaned over and opened the door for me to get out. The snow was still falling heavily and I wasn’t even home yet. ‘Do you know that the American government doesn’t have a charter against people trafficking? You’d think Uncle Sam of all administrations would be against slavery – well, they all speak a good game but that’s as far as it goes. Bush said in
The sound of a horn made me jump. My heart raced as I turned and saw Bancho kerb crawling. Putting on my best smile, I hopped in – he’d obviously been bullied into this. As I’d overheard, he was on his way to pick up Joe at the casino to go on the dawn raid. A blast of warm air counteracted the chilliness of his welcome. Glancing at him out of the side of my eye, I put the seat belt on. The wheels skidded as Bancho drove off in the direction of my house; he was obviously in a rush to get rid of me.
We stopped at the top of St Mary’s Street, and a shiver that had nothing to do with the temperature ran down my spine.
‘What did you think of the City Wall verdict … did it make you proud?’ Bancho asked, exhaling noisily. He watched as I gave my reply.
‘No.’
On the corner with the Royal Mile sat the City Wall pub, implicated in one of Edinburgh’s most notorious murders. Two young girls, Alice Parks and Jane Derren, had been bound and raped then murdered after they had left the pub. The police had investigated the case for thirty years until advances in DNA techniques allowed them to bring in Andrew Saunders.
‘Did you think Alice and Jane got justice?’
‘No.’
‘You’re bloody right. We brought her killer to court; he was a convicted double killer and paedophile – yet he was found not guilty. Nine days of evidence, and thirty years of painstaking detective work down the toilet … why did the prosecutor close the case without putting the DNA evidence to the jury?’
There was no answer. All I knew was the law must be above suspicion – which was why I’d asked if the judge was a Mason in the earlier case. People make mistakes – there must be no suggestion it’s not a mistake.
‘You know what the tragedy is, Brodie – we had the evidence to nail him … It just wasn’t put forward in court.’
Bancho drove at speed. He couldn’t leave the scene of the City Wall fast enough.
‘It could happen again, Brodie. When I catch the Ripper there’s always a chance he could walk free because of a smartass lawyer – we both know that lawyer could be you. Would you sleep at night? Would you?’
He was looking at the City Wall pub in the rear-view mirror. His eyes showed that the old case still haunted him. ‘Nobody cares.’ He ran his fingers over his mouth as soon as he spoke; perhaps wishing he could take the words back. ‘We couldn’t get justice for Alice and Jane and they belonged to the city – what chance does someone like Bianca have?’
His nicotine-stained fingers kept pulling on his hair, and clumps came away in his hand. I hoped for Bancho’s sake that this alarming moulting had occurred because he hadn’t brushed his hair and not because of a failure to control his stress; otherwise he’d be as bald as a coot come Christmas morning.
‘No one cares about these girls,’ he said again. ‘Not their families, government, no one.’ His voice was rising. I could see he wasn’t taking me home. That was unfortunate, because I wanted to check out this ‘Hobbyist’ website as soon as possible.
‘The media just think these girls are prostitutes – even if they were that’s no excuse – but they were double-crossed, Brodie; told that they were coming to the West to go to college or to model, and then ending up as sex slaves.’ Bubbles of spit were forming at the edges of his mouth as he turned into Danube Street and stopped outside Kailash’s establishment. He leaned over and opened the door for me to get out. The snow was still falling heavily and I wasn’t even home yet. ‘Do you know that the American government doesn’t have a charter against people trafficking? You’d think Uncle Sam of all administrations would be against slavery – well, they all speak a good game but that’s as far as it goes. Bush said in
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