FIFTY-THREE
The next time Raymond Sharpe came to visit David Jarrett in prison, he brought with him the appeal document prepared by Kenneth Kehinde and his team.
It was forty-seven pages of dense legalise and was to be submitted as part of the application to the CCRC.
He was delighted, ecstatic, to think that he might finally have his conviction quashed and obtain his release.
He began to make mental plans of what he would do when he finally walked out through the front gate of the prison.
He would go into the nearest pub and order a pint of lager, maybe Peroni. He did like Peroni.
Then, once he had got all his money sorted, the return of his forfeited inheritance and the compensation for his wrongful conviction, he would get himself on a plane, business class of course, and head off
