House contracts to be exchanged end of week. Call me later.
Daniel stopped on the flagstoned hallway, the stone arches of the old court stretching overhead. Not now. Not now. He breathed out and pressed his lips together. Irene appeared at his side.
Daniel switched off his phone and put it in his pocket.
‘Listen, I want you to keep a close eye on him this morning. If you get any feeling that he’s not coping, we can stop it. He seems to talk to you,’ she said.
‘I’m not with him. They have a social worker …’
‘I know, but we’ll take regular breaks. Check on him.’
‘Will do … Good luck,’ said Daniel.
*
‘My lord, I now call … Sebastian Croll.’
The screen flickered and then Sebastian’s face appeared. He was sitting up straight and wore a thin smile.
‘Sebastian?’ said Philip Baron, turning himself round to face the screen.
‘Yes, sir?’
Daniel sat back in his chair. Yes, sir. During rehearsal, Sebastian had not been told to address the judge that way. Daniel glanced up at the gallery. It was full today, but restless. Daniel could sense the journalists’ frustration at being unable to see the screen: necks craned and fingers appeared on the edge of the balcony.
‘I want to ask you a question. Do you know what it means to tell the truth?’
‘Yes, sir, it means you don’t tell any lies.’
‘And do you know the difference between the truth and a lie?’
‘Yes, the truth is what really happened and a lie is what didn’t.’
‘And if you promise today to tell the truth, what do you think
that means?’
‘I must tell the truth.’
‘Very well,’ said Baron, to the court. ‘He may be sworn.’
Irene stood up, ‘I want you to tell us, first of all, about your relationship with Ben Stokes. How long had you known Ben?’
‘For about three or four years.’
‘And how would you describe Ben, would you describe him as a friend?’
‘He was my friend and my neighbour and my schoolmate,’ said Sebastian clearly.
‘And did you play with him regularly?’
‘I played with him sometimes.’
‘How often would you say that was?’
The projected image of Sebastian was pensive, the large green eyes, turned up to one side, considering the question. ‘Probably about three times a month.’
‘And what kind of things would you do together?’
‘Well, if we were at school, we might play with a ball or play tig. If we were at home, sometimes he would come to my house or I would go to his, but normally we would play outside.’
‘On the day that Ben went missing, Sebastian, did you see him?’
‘Yes.’
‘Can you tell us what happened?’
‘Well, like I told the police, he was out playing on his bike and I asked him if he wanted to play. We played by our houses for a while, but then we decided to go to the adventure playground.’
‘Whose decision was that?’
‘Well, it was really a joint decision, I suppose.’
The judge interrupted, his heavy cheeks colouring with temper. ‘You must slow down, Miss Clarke. You forget I have to note this down!’
‘Yes, my lord, getting somewhat carried away … Now, Sebastian, a little slower, did you tell your mother where you were going?’
‘No.’
‘Why was that?’
‘Well, we were just going to the park. It’s only over there, and we would be back before she knew it.’
Daniel exhaled down his nose. Sebastian had changed the pace of his speech, pausing after every phrase, to allow the judge to take notes.
‘What happened when you got to the park?’
‘Well, we were running about and chasing each other and then we started to have a play fight, which turned into a bit of a real fight … Ben started calling me names and shoving me … At first I told him to stop it, but he wouldn’t stop at all. So I pushed him back. It was then that the tall man with the dog called over … Mr Rankine.’
Irene faltered for a moment. Sebastian had remembered the name of the witness.
‘He told us to cut it out, and so we did for a little bit – we ran over the crest of the hill.’
‘What happened then?’ prompted Irene, clearing her throat.
‘Well, we ran into the playground. It was closed, but there’s still a way in. When we got there, we climbed up to the highest part of the climbing frame, but then I started to wonder about my mum. She was having a lie-down ’cause she had a headache. I thought I would go back and check on her …’
Daniel saw Irene’s shoulders relax. Sebastian was on track.
‘But … Ben didn’t want me to go home. He started pushing and shoving me again. I was scared that he was going to shove me off the climbing frame. He was punching me in the stomach and pulling my hair and wrestling me. I told him to stop but he wouldn’t so after a while I told him it wasn’t fun any more and I was definitely going home.’
‘And then?’ prompted Irene.
‘Well, I was about to climb down, but Ben seemed really sad that I was going home. He wanted to stay out. He told me he was going to jump off the climbing frame. I told him to go on then, but I didn’t really think he would do it. I think he wanted to impress me. I’m older than he is,’ Sebastian said, smiling. ‘He wanted to stop me going home …’
‘Did Ben jump off?’
‘Yes, he jumped down and landed in a bad way. He hit his nose and his forehead and there was some blood. He rolled over on to his back, and I climbed down to help him.’
‘How did you help him?’
‘Well, I didn’t really. I know a bit of first aid, but not much. I leaned over him, and I tried to stop the blood. His nose was bleeding a lot. It was making his face red … But he was angry with me. He was calling me names again. I didn’t know why because it had been his idea to jump off.’
‘What happened then?’
‘I left him in the playground. I told him I was going to tell his mum that he had hit me and called me names, but I didn’t. I thought I might get into trouble for hitting him back while we were in the park. I feel bad now for leaving him there. I don’t know who hurt him, but sometimes I wish I hadn’t left him like that. I think that I could’ve done something …’
‘Why is that?’ asked Irene. Daniel could tell from the tone of her voice that she was almost afraid of hearing the answer.
He’s using the evidence he has heard, thought Daniel. He wants to explain the expirated blood on his shirt. Daniel also wondered if the boy was copying the other witnesses who had expressed regret at doing nothing that day – like Rankine.
‘I didn’t know someone would hurt him. If we’d made up and gone home together, maybe he would still be all right.’
Once again Sebastian looked straight into the camera. Daniel held his breath. The tiny smile had gone, and the green eyes seemed to brim with tears.
‘And what time was it when you left Ben in the playground and returned home?’
‘I was home about three o’clock.’
‘Thank you, Sebastian,’ said Irene.
When she took her seat, she gave a reassuring look to Mark, her junior, who sat behind, and then raised an eyebrow at Daniel.
After the break, Gordon Jones stood up to question Sebastian. The boy’s thin smile returned. Daniel leaned forward, transfixed.
‘Sebastian, did you hear the police recordings that were played earlier in the trial – recordings of your interviews while you were in custody?’