FORTY-EIGHT
After his discussion with Ernie Wells, David Jarrett contacted Raymond Sharpe. He was surprised how quickly, in just two weeks, that Sharpe was able to make an initial visit to the prison and discuss David’s case with him.
David was surprised how young his new solicitor seemed, as though he was about to go and study law straight after leaving school, rather than an established criminal justice lawyer specialising in wrongful convictions. Sharpe wore ripped jeans, a faded T-shirt reading ‘Bollocks to Brexit’ and carried a leather shoulder laptop bag with a Minions sticker on the flap. He had the sides of his scalp shaved whilst a long lock of his blond hair flopped across his forehead almost covering his left eye. He looked about sixteen years old.
‘David, tell me about yours
