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Limehouse prison is, as you might imagine, horrible.
Kelly decided that I was her new best friend, and worse, a trophy cellmate.
The justice system in this country is a joke, and there is nothing which illustrates that more than this one sentence: I have killed several people (some brutally, others calmly) and yet I currently languish in jail for a murder I did not commit.
Let me be clear here. I have no idea what I am doing. I’m 24, I’ve been thinking about how to best avenge my mother for many years now, and this is the biggest step I’ve taken so far.
Maybe that’s why I’m rushing this big move, desperate to prove to myself that I’ve made inroads and can do what I’ve been saying I will since I was 13.
As I fix my wig and apply my makeup, I feel as though I’m getting ready for a brilliant date, and not at all like I’m on the way to kill my grandparents.
They knew about me from the start, Helene explained, when their ‘poor’ son turned up unexpectedly late one night and, pacing the living room, confessed that he’d got into some trouble. According to Jeremy, who did most of the talking while Kathleen sat rigidly on the sofa sipping a large gin and tonic, Simon had asked how he should tell his wife, Janine, and told his father that some financial provision would have to be made for me.
‘All human wisdom is contained in these two words, “Wait and Hope”.’
Marie met my father in 1991. He was gone before I was born.
Andrew was the son of Simon’s brother Lee and possibly the hardest to glean any reliable information about.
Self-care is the latest consumerist trend pushed at women wrapped up as empowerment. But that doesn’t mean it’s not nice. And after all, it’s important to look after yourself after a hard week at work.
Not an elegant crime, I grant you, but I have no sympathy for her victims either. If you are delusional enough to believe that anyone wants to see a grainy iPhone picture of your flaccid little friend, you deserve to get bled for it.
The third benefit of working at Artemis Holdings was meeting my beloved informant Tina.
Tina was the PA to the deputy CEO, Graham Linton, a close friend and henchman to Simon.
I had read that his mother Lara had been utterly devastated by her only son’s death, making no public comment but pulling back from her work as Artemis Holdings Vice President and establishing a charity for wildlife preservation in Andrew’s name.
The society pages still constantly featured Lee, but Lara seemed to have retreated from London entirely, staying mostly at their farmhouse in Oxfordshire.
Lee was Simon’s younger brother by three years.
Men often do that, spreading out their legs on the Tube as though they have an innate need to fill any space that isn’t filled, walking down the middle of a narrow pavement and being almost surprised when they career into you, nudging too close in a coffee shop queue as though you’ll give way. They don’t even notice what they’re doing. They are important, their needs are important.
That made him laugh. Men often laugh with surprise when they find women funny, as though it’s a skill we’re not expected to possess.
I feel quite often that it’s good not to know what goes on in the male mind. If we did, I suspect we would spend a lot of our lives in fearful despair.