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Roche Masterson was an orphan from his early childhood. He had a mother, but he never knew his father. It was expected that someone would look after him, but that someone never came along... and consequently, Roche was taken care of by a lady known as Emma Schaffi, who hired out several caravans in order to carry on her trade as The Spawn of Satan. This story tells of Roche's experiences as he travels around, doing what he was trained to do.

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Publié par	Andrews UK
Date de parution	20 mars 2013
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781782347828
Langue	English

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SPAWN OF SATAN
By
Paul Kelly

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Published in 2013 by
Andrews UK Limited
www.andrewsuk.com
This book is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, resold, hired out or otherwise circulated without the publisher’s prior written consent in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published, and without a similar condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser.
The characters and situations in this book are entirely imaginary and bear no relation to any real person or actual happening.
Copyright © Paul Kelly 2013
The right of Paul Kelly to be identified as author of this book has been asserted in accordance with section 77 and 78 of the Copyrights Designs and Patents Act 1988.

Chapter One
MARK STOOD BY HIS CELL WINDOW and watched the grey-purple cloud drift
past as the rain beat heavily against the dirty glass panes. He was sad and his remand seemed endless as he waited with his back to the heavy door for the officer to come and take him to the Interview Room where he hoped to meet his Defence Counsel. It would be good that someone should share his worries and that his guilt should not be suffered alone, knowing in his heart, the innocence of his case. He knew that the odds were against him and that there would be many who would believe him to be guilty. Many who would gloat and say what he had heard said so many times before in similar cases to his own. Dirty old man... These Probation Officers should know better, but they’re all the same. They preach one thing and do another. ‘Dirty old man,’ Mark could hear the words again and again... Dirty old man... and so his hopes of a good Counsel were high as he could hear the key being turned in the lock and he closed his eyes for a second, as the rain continued to beat down mercilessly against the windows, peppering hard, unconcerned for his plight. He turned round and the officer stared at him blindly, seemingly with the same unconcern, as he followed him from the cell, along the narrow corridor until they arrived at the room where he was to meet the person who would help him prove his innocence ...or so he hoped.
The door opened slowly and he was ushered inside. There was a simple table, a wooden structure of a thing and two chairs, together with a calendar which had the date circled in red. August 5 th 1992, but he was alone.
“Sit there mate,” the officer commanded, “Your Counsel will be along in a minute” and the harsh, monotonous voice made him shudder as the policeman left the room again and locked the door behind him. Mark looked around him and fear gripped his heart. He had never thought it to be like this, in the many times when he, himself had channelled other people along the path that he had just taken. It was like a dream, but he knew it wasn’t a dream. He knew that in the shadow of the wall opposite, there was a door... and just then it opened and a woman appeared in silhouette. It appeared that she had her back to him at first sight and that she was slight of build and had close cropped hair, quite like that of a young boy really. He looked at her, waiting for her to turn and face him so that he could see what she looked like. There was silence for a few seconds as she closed the door, turned around and walked out of the shadows towards him.
“Good morning, Mr. Forsyth. I’m Julia Rogano, your Defence Counsel,” she said in a matter-of-fact voice, “unless you object to a female barrister, of course.”
Mark swallowed hard. They stared at each other for a few moments before he could find the words to answer her.
“No, no not at all,” he stammered and he could feel his face burn with embarrassment. He had never expected a woman to defend him, but of course, he knew there was no reason why it shouldn’t be a woman... no reason at all.
“Now then,” she went on, “It’s Mark Jonathan Forsyth isn’t it? Do you mind if I call you Mark. I hate formalities and I would be pleased if you would call me Julia.”
Julia turned from Mark as she spoke, smiling quietly to herself. She had seen him many times before in the Courts and now, here she was standing next to the one man she had so wanted to meet and for such a long time.
“You’re a Probation Officer, aren’t you Mark? I’m sure I’ve seen you in the Courts when I’ve been at the hearings there?” she said as if it was something new she had discovered and that he was only one of the many people she had met in the course of her work.
“Yes, that’s right,” he said as she invited him to sit and she took some papers from her brief case before slinging it to the floor beside her feet and sat on the chair opposite him.
“As I’ve said, I hate formalities, so I’m going to call you Mark from the start, O.K. and I’m Julia.” Mark nodded and she smiled as she went on, dumping her books higgledy-piggledy on the table in front of her. “Now then, Mark. I have several questions I have to ask you. I’m sorry if you’ve been through all this before, but as far as you and I are concerned, we are both new and so we don’t know anything about each other, right?” She smiled again and raised her eyes to confirm that he understood the preliminary drill. “First of all, it says here in my notes that you met this young lad at the probation offices and that you took him home with you, correct?” she continued, but Mark jumped up in anger.
“No, that is NOT correct. I don’t know where you got this information from but it is not at all true. Yes, it is true that I met the boy at the offices where I work as a Probation Officer, but I did not take him home with me. Surely, Miss Rogano, you must understand from the start how ridiculous this would have been for me to have done such a thing. No Probation Officer would take a child to his home under any circumstances and certainly not a little boy that he didn’t even know at that time. He was a stranger to me, for God’s sake.”
“Julia, please Mark,” she said as she watched the reaction on her client’s face. She knew very well that he had not taken the boy home, but this was the bone of contention in his case and she wanted to clarify that point once and for all. “Mark, you must try not to be so erratic in court. Try to play it cool, if you can. They’ll try to rile you, but don’t let them and if you keep your answers to a simple YES or NO as far as you can, you’ll be alright.”
Mark stared at her.
“But we both know that’s impossible. How can I just answer their questions like you say? I won’t be able to defend myself, will I?”
Julia took his hand and touched his fingers.
“You must keep it simple Mark. You must at all costs,” she said and he studied her hand in his where he noticed that she wore a wedding ring. “Look at my face,” she continued,” if you have any serious difficulties. I’ll be there all the time and you’ll know what I mean by the look I give you.”
He found her counsel very confusing but he decided he would have to trust her. She knew her job or he hoped she did, and there was nothing left for him to do as she took out a notebook and started to write.
“Now then Mark, just tell me in your own words what happened... and start from the beginning. I want to know EVERYTHING,” she said with emphasis and he looked at the ceiling.
“Well, I was in the office, as you already know, but it was my day off. I only went in to get some shredding done. You know; files that I wanted to get rid of... personal things.” Julia nodded her understanding and he went on. “Anna, that’s our Receptionist, she told me that Mike Bernstein wanted me to look in on a boy who was in one of the Reception rooms, waiting for the police to take him to the Station.”
“Who’s Mike Bernstein?” Julia asked.
“He’s a colleague; a Probation Officer like myself, but you already know that, don’t you. Julia, you know so much about me already. I feel I’m wasting my time going over all this again.”
“I thought he was, but Mark... I’m sorry but I have to ask you these questions and you should realize that and we have to have everything clear from the start, so why couldn’t Mike have done that himself; looked in on the boy, after all, you weren’t on duty, were you?”
Mark bit his lip nervously... Everything had seemed so simple to him at the time and now it seemed the very opposite... everything was so complicated. Why was it so important that he couldn’t have done a favour for a colleague without it becoming such a big issue?
“Oh, it wasn’t like a client situation. Mike just wanted me to make sure the lad was alright as I was sitting in the office doing nothing but using the shredding machine, that’s all. Anyone could have done that.”
“Looked after the boy?”
“Yes.”
“But anybody didn’t do it, Mark. YOU DID ... but never mind, for the moment. What happened after that? You went into the Reception room and ...”
“Well, I just did as Mike wanted, but when I got into the Reception room, I got... quite a shock really,” Mark stopped talking abruptly and Julia looked up from her scribbling. He looked pale.
“Yes? I heard what you said. You got a shock. What brought that on?”
“I don’t know,” he answered, but Julia noticed how he hesitated, particularly when she asked THAT question and Mark ignored her, pressing his fingers into his eyes. “I thought I knew him. The boy, I mean, but I was wrong,” he answered slowly, looking around as if to find a solution to his dilemma somewhere in the room.
“O.K. then... Tell me more about this boy. Why did you think you knew him? What did he look like for a start?”
Mark hesitated again and stared at his hands before he spoke again.
“What?” he asked.
“What did he look like... Mark are you alright? You’ve gone very pale. Can I get you a glass of water?”
She went to rise but he pu