30 Sunday 5 August, 10.15am.
I’ve always wondered how defence solicitors can sleep at night. The vast majority of their clients must be as guilty as sin. And they must know it, deep down. But they still have to go out and defend those people and do all they can to keep them out of prison. How do they manage to reconcile that?
But now I know there must be more people like me, people who’ve been wrongly arrested for something they didn’t do, or who’ve been set up for a crime they didn’t commit.
I don’t know if Brian believes me. I don’t think I’d believe me if I was in his shoes. Everything is so one-sided. I’ve got nothing. Everything has been stacked against me and I can’t see a way out.
I’m almost resigned to the fact. I feel a strange sort of acceptance, knowing that I’m going to be
