EIGHTY-TWO
David Jarrett could hear the tension in Raymond Sharpe’s voice and his heart began to pound fiercely. ‘It’s not good news, I’m afraid, David,’ Raymond stated, ‘the CCRC Commissioner has declared that the case cannot be referred.’
‘What the f**k! The f**k!’ David exclaimed angrily.
‘I’m sorry to be the bearer of such bad news, David, I will come and see you as soon as I can and explain the situation in more detail.’
‘That f*****g Kehinde’s done for me, hasn’t he? Taken my money and made a s**t job of presenting my case.’
‘I can understand your anger…’
‘I don’t want your f*****g understanding, I want you to get me out of here, for f**k’s sake. How f*****g difficult can that be, I’m innocent. I did not kill my parents.’ He shouted, almost slamming down the phone in his anger
