‘We got some lab results back. Results that I think will interest you, sir,’ Brady said as he held Ellison’s stare.
Ellison shook his head, confused.
‘I’m afraid so, sir.’
Ellison turned to his solicitor.
‘My client would now like to make a statement,’ Claudia interrupted.
Brady realised Claudia had presumably told Ellison to keep quiet until he had no choice. It was time for Ellison to set the record straight. Ellison definitely didn’t want to be charged with murder, which meant he had to try to convince Brady otherwise. Whether Brady believed him or not didn’t matter, that was up to the courts now.
Ellison looked at Claudia.
‘Remember, stick to exactly what we discussed,’ she instructed reassuringly.
ed from ClaudEllison lookia back to Brady, his face fraught with panic.
‘I didn’t do it. I didn’t murder her … It’s not what you think … I swear I didn’t murder her!’ Ellison panted.
‘Prove it,’ coolly demanded Brady.
‘All right … I was seeing Sophie,’ Ellison reluctantly confessed.
He dragged a hand through his hair as he looked at Brady.
‘But it’s not the way you’re making it out. I know it was wrong … but … it just happened. We were on the school trip to Germany and she just kept throwing herself at me … you know?’ Ellison said, shaking his head.
Brady did his best to keep his cynical comments to himself. He’d heard it all before. He’d interviewed enough men like Ellison over the years to recognise their delusional thinking.
‘She … she looked much older than fifteen. You saw her,’ Ellison said, turning to Brady. ‘And so, I thought why not? She was more than up for it.’
Brady fought to hold his thoughts in.
Ellison’s eyes dropped to his fidgeting hands as he uneasily continued.
‘Any man would have done what I did … even you,’ Ellison said, as he challenged Brady.
‘All I know is that she was your fifteen-year-old pupil and you crossed the line,’ Brady stated. ‘And she wasn’t the first, was she? Dr Jenkins already established that you have a history of seducing your underage students. But this time you got caught out. This time she wasn’t going to put up and shut up like the other kids. Not Sophie, she wanted more than what you were giving her. And when she realised you were just using her, like you’d used the others, then she wanted to make you pay. Didn’t she?’
‘No, it wasn’t like that,’ Ellison replied cagily.
Ellison stared at Brady’s unyielding expression.
‘I don’t expect you to understand …’
‘No, I don’t understand,’ Brady coolly answered.
Ellison didn’t reply. Instead he looked at Conrad who was sat, tight-lipped with unmoving, cold, steel-grey eyes. Ellison nervously cleared his throat.
‘I never once forced her. It wasn’t like that. She came on to me. Sophie would tell you …’ Ellison faltered, lost for words.
‘But that’s the problem. Isn’t it? Because Sophie can’t tell us, can she? All we have is your word,’ Brady pointed out evenly.
‘I didn’t murder her. I swear to you!’ cried Ellison anxiously.
‘Then tell me what happened that night,’ Brady calmly suggested as he leaned forward.
Ellison swallowed as he ran a shaky hand through his hair.
‘I … I met her at The Beacon for a couple of drinks. But then … then we had an argument. You see, she was always pushing me to tell people about us. I tried to explain to her that I’d lose my job, even go to prison if it came out. But, she wouldn’t listen,’ Ellison said slowly.
What more did he expect? Brady thought cynically. He resisted the temptation to state the obvious to Ellison. Brady tried to look sympathetic as he nodded for Ellison to continue. But it was hard.
‘She was desperate to leave home. She said she hated her step-father and that she had to get out. She suggested that we move to London and start a new life there. I would get another teaching job … no one would know … But she didn’t realise it wasn’t that simple. The band was starting to get some local recognition … I couldn’t move. Not after all the hard work I’d put in. And … and whatever it was that was between us had gone. You know? The relationship was over whether she wanted to believe it or not.’
Brady realised then that Sophie needed Ellison more than he had needed her. She had wanted an out from home, from Simmons and that was where Ellison came in.
‘And then what happened?’
Ellison dropped his eyes as he thought it over.
He shrugged. ‘I don’t know where she went. She asked one of the bar staff to ring her a taxi and then she left in a strop. She was really mad with me,’ Ellison quietly said.
He looked back up at Brady.
‘That was just after eleven and then … I didn’t see her until later. I rang her about midnight to try to talk to her. I don’t know where she was, but there was a lot of noise in the background. I presume it was another pub. But she showed up twenty minutes later where we used to meet, which was by the gap in the fence next to her house. Where … where I presume you found my handprint,’ Ellison uneasily explained. ‘She was threatening to tell the school about what had happened so I agreed to meet her to talk her out of it.’
Brady nodded.
‘We had sex first and then we talked for a while afterwards. I tried to reason with her that it was best if we finished it.’
‘Where? Where did you have sex?’ Brady asked, resisting the urge to point out that buggering and fucking a fifteen-year-old kid wasn’t classed as just having sex.
Ellison looked at him, surprised that it mattered.
‘In the ruins of the farmhouse. It’s secluded there. It’s where we used to go when we met.’
‘Was anyone else there?’ Brady questioned, wondering if Ellison had seen the girl that Shane McGuire had talked about.
Ellison shook his head. ‘Not that I saw. It was dark and I wasn’t really looking. At that time of night it’s not the kind of place you expect to see someone,’ he answered.
‘And?’ Brady prompted.
Ellison looked at him. ‘Like I said I tried to explain to her that maybe we should be cooling things. That’s when she lost it. She got really mad and started shouting and making these crazy demands. Then she started threatening that she would tell everyone anyway as a way of forcing me to stay with her. I tried to reason with her, but nothing was working. So, I left.’
‘What happened before you left?’ Brady calmly asked, fighting the adrenalin coursing through him as he thought about Shane McGuire’s evidence.
‘Like I said, we were arguing and so I decided to go home. It was pointless talking to her when she was like that,’ Ellison replied as he anxiously ran a hand through his hair.
‘What? Pissed?’ Brady asked.
Ellison dropped his eyes, refusing to look at Brady.
‘What time did you leave her?’
‘I … I don’t know … I can’t be sure … maybe around one? Oh Christ … I … I’m not sure …’
Brady sat back and contemplated everything Ellison had said. He turned and looked at Conrad who had sat poker-faced throughout the interview.
‘I don’t get it. How did your lab results show my sperm in … in …’ Ellison looked at Brady, confused. ‘I … I was wearing a condom.’
‘I recommend that next time you read the back of a condom packet. At best they are only 98 per cent effective,’ Brady coolly answered.
Ellison numbly shook his head as he absorbed the evidence against him.
‘I didn’t murder her … you’ve got to believe me …’ Ellison muttered.
‘Well … this is the problem, sir, I have a witness who says otherwise,’ Brady confided as he leaned in
