Authors: Nicci Cloke
Follow Me Back (23 page)
Extract from Hertfordshire local newspaper, Abbots Grey Evening News:
Local businessman Kevin Cooper appeared in court today for the third day of his high-profile trial. Cooper, 45, is accused of the abduction of schoolgirl Lizzie Summersall last October.
The court has heard that Summersall was lured to a pub in North London, thinking that she would be meeting a boy she had met online. In
fact, the meeting had been arranged by Cooper, whose defence team say was trying to repair the damaged relationship between Summersall and her ex-boyfriend Aiden Kendrick, Cooper’s stepson. An altercation followed, during which Summersall sustained a serious head injury.
The prosecution state that Cooper, mistakenly believing Summersall to be dead, then placed her in the boot of his car and
drove home to his £2 million home in Abbots Grey where he concealed her body. On discovering Summersall was in fact alive but unconscious, he proceeded to keep her prisoner in a ‘calculated and sickening’ plot. They pointed to evidence that Cooper’s multi-million-pound technology empire had developed security software ‘TrueFace’ for sites such as Facebook, and suggested that the media attention surrounding
Lizzie’s disappearance presented ‘an ideal business opportunity’ for Cooper.
Deborah Grant QC, defending Cooper, said that although he had made a ‘monumental error in judgement’ when attempting to conceal Summersall’s body, it was ‘an error made in a moment of pure panic, and a decision which sent him, regrettably, spiralling into a situation far beyond his control’. She said that Cooper was
‘an honest man, a good man, who was just trying to protect his family, and, in doing so, made a terrible mistake.’ She also accused Miss Summersall, who appeared in court to give evidence after several months of therapy and treatment for memory loss, of being ‘a fantasist, an attention-seeker, and an extremely talented actress’.
The trial continues.
Extract from national tabloid newspaper,
The Shot:
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The jury at the trial of internet millionaire Kevin Cooper has heard that the schoolgirl he abducted, Lizzie Summersall, made sexual advances towards him. Cooper’s defence team say that Lizzie, 16, attempted to lure him into bed in an attempt to get revenge on her ex-boyfriend and Cooper’s stepson, Aiden Kendrick. Summersall had quite
the summer, having ‘sexual relationships with strangers’ and ‘getting so drunk she’d forget what she was doing’, Deborah Grant, Cooper’s lawyer, claimed. She suggests Cooper was trying to defend himself from an intoxicated Summersall when she slipped and knocked herself unconscious.
Comment left on article on online news site, The Daily Verdict:
Frankly, this is disgusting. We’re talking
about a teenage girl here, and he’s a middle-aged man! Of course he wasn’t defending himself! FFS. The fact that any jury is even considering that as an argument makes me sick.
Also, helloooo? The clothes? That guy who worked for him has admitted that Cooper got him to dump her clothes in the park (and he messed it up by folding them, LMAO), and made him sign some non-disclosure agreement and
paid him off. Hardly the work of a man in a state of panic, is it? Sounds pretty cool and collected to me.
And what was he actually going to do with her in the end? Why isn’t anyone asking that? It’s not like he could let her go, could he? She knew it was him, she remembered what happened. So, come on, let’s be real, he’d have killed her eventually. Guaranteed.
If he walks free tomorrow, I’m
leaving the country. This is a total joke.
Extract from national broadsheet newspaper, The London Post:
Kevin Cooper was today found guilty of kidnapping and perverting the course of justice. He was sentenced to eighteen years imprisonment with a minimum term of twelve years. The jury also found him not guilty of an attempted murder charge. Though the judge said she accepted that Cooper had
not initially intended to harm Summersall on the evening of 8th October, she called his actions following the event ‘unforgiveable and calculated’ and said that she had ‘no choice but to deliver a sentence that reflects the serious nature of his crime’.
Stocks in Cooper’s multi-million-pound technology empire have plummeted since the trial began. Cooper’s wife and stepson were not in court to
see the verdict delivered.
I
TRY TO
move on.
I try to spend time with my mum, helping her unpack our things in our new, smaller house down by the river, down by Scobie’s. I try to ignore the constant stares we get, the whispers everywhere we go.
I don’t visit Kevin in prison. Neither of us do.
I try to get on with my last year of A Levels. I sit at the back of classrooms, I spend my lunchtimes at home; sometimes
with Scobie, sometimes alone.
People wonder why I – we – didn’t go back to London, start again. Again. But Mum says she won’t hide. She’s back in her kimono and her flares, already looking for a job. She’s finally starting to smile again.
And so I try.
But at night, the loneliness stretches out in front of me and I ache for the old days, for the bleep of a new message in the darkness of
my room.
She didn’t come back to school; they say she couldn’t face it. She’s finishing her A Levels with a private tutor, and then she’ll go off to uni, start again somewhere else. She still sees Marnie, she still sees Lauren. I know, because I hear them talking in class. Not to me obviously. They don’t talk to me.
Her privacy settings have all changed; I can’t even see her face. I just
have the photo I took, the one of her as Blanche, her phone blocking most of her face. Blocked blocked blocked.
I think of all the people I could be. I think of all the faces I could use to win her trust back, to be her friend again. I just want to see her again, to know that she’s okay. I think how easy it would be; a simple click of a button. Follow.
But it wouldn’t be easy; it wouldn’t
be real. I know that now.
And so I pick up my phone, and I draft a message, like the hundreds of messages I’ve started and sent before. I don’t even know if this is still her number; I don’t even know if she’ll read it.
But I have to try.
Lizzie, I’m so sorry. What I did was unforgiveable. And it put you in danger, and I’ll never get over that. But please. Let me try to make it right.
I press send. I watch and wait.
Delivered
, it says.
15:38.
The screen is still. The screen is silent.
And then:
…
She starts to write back.
KNOWLEDGEMENTS
Thanks – first, foremost and always – to Margaret, Richard and Daniel Cloke. You are my favourite people in the world, and these books just wouldn’t happen without your support, encouragement and company. I love you.
And a huge thank you to:
Early readers Hayley Richardson, Ian Ellard and Lizzie Bishop, for all of your feedback and general wonderfulness.
Cathryn Summerhayes
and Siobhan O’Neill at WME, for making the tricky stuff fun and the fun stuff better.
And to Emma Matthewson, Rosi Crawley, Georgia Murray, Debbie Hatfield and all at Hot Key, for being brilliant to work with and for giving Aiden, Lizzie, Marnie and Scobie the perfect home. Thank you!
Nicci Cloke is a full-time writer, part-time doer of random jobs. These jobs have included Christmas Elf, cocktail waitress, and childminder. She is also the organiser and host of literary salon Speakeasy. She lives and writes in North London. Follow Nicci on Twitter:
@niccicloke
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