"In the criminal justice system, the people are represented by two separate yet equally important groups:" "the police who investigate crime, and the Crown Prosecutors who prosecute the offenders." "These are their stories." "She shouldn't be texting you in the first place." "You shouldn't be checking my phone." "How do I know what you're up to?" "I'm not up to anything." "Then you shouldn't be texting her." "Jen, this is ridiculous." "I want you to delete her number." "What?" "You heard." "Don't walk away from me." "Rob!" "Jen, stay where you are." "Don't tell me what to do." "Oh, my God." "Grazes on the back of his hands, a nasty cut on his lip." "Also he's received a blow to the head which could be the cause of death." "Have you got a time, Joy?" "Yeah, I'd say sometime within the last hour." "Really?" "Yeah." "Richard Peters." "Right." "Thanks, love." "Richard Peters." "Saw nothing at all?" "We didn't see anyone." "It's pretty quiet around here, anyway." "All right." "Well, one of our officers is going to take a statement from you both." "You can wait in your flat if it's any easier." "Thanks." "All right." "Guv?" "Yeah?" "We've found an empty pram." "And Richard Peters lives here?" "Yes, guv." "It's still warm." "Well, let's hope the baby is." "Why aren't you out looking for Leo?" "Like I've already said, Mr Wilks, we have officers searching for your son, but they'll have a much better chance if you give us as much information as possible." "OK?" "Rick was the nicest guy you could meet." "Why would anyone...?" "Oh, God." "Leo, what if they've hurt him?" "Listen, what time did Mr Peters leave this morning?" "Just after eight." "It was their little routine:" "go out, have breakfast at the cafe, get the papers and then come back." "Rick works from home most days, so he used to say that was his walk to the office." "And how long has Leo been with you?" "We fostered him when he was four months old, and then applied to adopt." "What about Leo's biological mother?" "She was a drug addict." "Most people wouldn't want to adopt a baby with problems, but we loved him from the first time we saw him." "Do you have a recent photograph?" "You have to find my son." "He needs medication twice a day." "If he doesn't get it..." "What sort of medication, Mr Wilks?" "For seizures." "He has epilepsy." "Guv, have a look at this." "Now, this van leaves the flats round about the time that Richard Peters was murdered." "Have we got footage from inside the gates?" "No, there's only CCTV on the main entrance." "We checked the van." "It belongs to a Dean Carter, who's got previous for assault and theft." "Ta." "But murder and kidnap, it's a whole different league." "In this assault Dean Carter was jointly charged with Karl Simpson." "CID picked him up a couple of months ago for possession of indecent child images." "OK." "Maybe he and Dean Carter had a shared interest." "I want all patrol teams out looking for that van, but no high-speed chases in case he has got Leo." "Uniform have spotted the van at Borough Market and it looks like it's stopping." "Have you let Sam know?" "No need to." "He's north of the river with his team in case the guy makes a break for it across the bridge." "Get in with me." "Oh, right." "You going to drive?" "Yes, I'm going to drive." "All units in position?" "'In position.'" "Ready?" "Yeah." "All units go, go, go." "Move away from the vehicle!" "What have I done?" "What's this all about?" "What do you mean, calm down?" "Calm down about what?" "Can you open your van please, sir." "Why?" "Just open the van, please." "You got a warrant?" "No, I've got a missing kid, I don't need a warrant." "You tell me, pal, that look like a missing kid to you?" "Great." "I don't know nothing about a missing kid." "How come your van was seen coming out of some flats moments after a man was murdered and a child was abducted." "Well, good news, Dean." "Your friend Mr Turner has indeed confirmed that you were there to visit him at the flats." "There we go, told you that already." "He's also told us you were off loading some stolen goods." "Hardly something to be smug about, is it?" "Anyway, we'll deal with that later on." "I need you to try and remember if you saw anyone suspicious at the flats." "So why should I help you lot?" "Well, no reason at all." "But you should try and help the man who's going out of his mind because his seriously ill son is missing." "What do you think?" "I tell you what." "You do me a deal with what you got me on I'll tell you what I know." "Not a good day to barter with me, Dean." "Right, what can I tell you?" "There was a bloke and a bird standing outside on the street." "They were there when I drove in and they were there when I drove out." "You sure it was the same couple?" "Trust, me pal." "You notice people in my line of work, you know what I mean?" "I know what you mean, pal." "A description, please?" "All right." "She was white, he was black." "Both in their late 20s." "Did you see them enter the flats?" "No." "Is that it." "Can I go now?" "Of course you can." "As soon as I've charged you." "The amount of time we've wasted on Dean Carter." "Guv, come and have a look at this." "What?" "Bin lorry, followed by... white female, black male." "If they live in the flats why don't they use the pedestrian gate." "Because you need a pass key." "Precisely." "And if they're visiting why aren't they buzzing for entry?" "Do we see them leave?" "No, there's no CCTV cameras over the exit gate." "Maybe they did, but we haven't seen them." "All right, see if Gareth Wilks recognises them." "Good work." "That's Ruth Pendle." "I've never seen him before, but that's definitely Ruth, Leo's mum." "You're absolutely certain?" "Yes." "Does this mean you know where he is?" "Not yet, no." "Had Ruth been in touch with either you or Richard recently?" "No." "The last time we saw her Leo was still in our foster care." "As soon as we adopted him, we cut contact." "Any idea where we might find Ruth?" "You could try her mum." "I haven't heard from Ruth since she left rehab three months ago." "How long was she in there for?" "On and off since Leo was taken into care." "I paid for her to go into the best place, get the best help, but she couldn't stay clean." "It couldn't have been easy for you." "Ruth idolised her dad." "He was something of a genius." "They spent hours pouring over books together." "But then he had an affair with someone not much older than her." "She started failing her exams which was unheard of." "I found out that someone at college gave her cocaine to help her stay awake." "Guess it was funny, seeing the clever girl go off the rails." "And before she knew it, she was hooked, yeah?" "Suddenly she thought she had friends." "I should have spotted it, but I didn't, not until she told me she was pregnant." "Do you know if she was on drugs while she was pregnant?" "She'd progressed to heroin by then." "When my grandson was born he had to be weaned off it." "Did she tell you the name of the father?" "She refused to." "So you've no idea where she is now?" "Try her room-mate from the rehabilitation centre." "They were inseparable." "Come on, love, open up." "I know you're in there." "I can see you moving about." "Lisa Longwood?" "Might be." "I'll take that as a yes." "What the hell do you think you're doing?" "Ruth Pendle?" "Who?" "Ruth Pendle." "You shared a room with her in rehab, right?" "I don't know what you're on about." "I've got a missing boy, love." "I haven't got time for games." "Where's Ruth Pendle?" "I'm Ruth." "What do you mean, a little boy's missing." "Is it Leo?" "*" "You should be looking for my son." "We were hoping you could tell us where he is." "Why would I know?" "Social Services took him away from me." "Really?" "Why were you at the flats this morning where Richard Peters was killed?" "Pardon?" "That is you, isn't it?" "No." "No?" "No?" "So it's a coincidence, is it, that someone looking like you, well, exactly like you, is outside Mr Peters flat this morning." "Mr Peters being the man who adopted your son." "Come on, Ruth, you're not stupid." "I mean you must have known we'd make the connection." "Is that the boy's father?" "It isn't me." "Right, you know what, we don't have time for this, Ruth." "Listen to me, young lady." "Leo is in danger." "He needs medication twice a day, you understand?" "He suffers from seizures, maybe because his mother fed him a diet of heroin when she was pregnant." "He needs tablets to stop them from happening." "You're lying." "Why would we do that?" "To get me to tell you where he is." "So you do know?" "Right, we found this in your bag when you came to the station." "Business card for a solicitor." "Why were you seeing him?" "None of your business." "We'll ask him." "He's not allowed to disclose anything." "I know that, but those rules tend to get forgotten, don't they, when there's a child's life at stake?" "I assume I don't need to remind you about legal privilege?" "I assume I don't need to remind you that withholding information that results in the death of a child would not be good for your firm." "Don't you agree?" "I don't appreciate being pressured." "I'm sure you don't." "So, now we've got the formalities out of the way, what were you seeing Ruth Pendle about?" "She was seeking advice on how to overturn the adoption." "Really, well I thought that was impossible?" "It is for Ruth, but not for the father." "He's not on the birth certificate." "He was never consulted when the baby was given up for adoption, so he can contest it." "I did tell Ruth that it's still highly unlikely she'll succeed." "Do you know the father's name?" "Yes." "Mr Walker, I understand you'd like to protect client confidentiality, but we think Leo's been taken by his dad, so a name, please." "This puts me in a very awkward position." "Well, I appreciate that, but you're our only hope of finding Leo, and quickly, so a name please." "Neil Jenkins." "And, no, I don't have a contact address." "Thank you for your time." "I haven't seen him since I became pregnant." "So, this isn't Neil Jenkins in the picture with you, no?" "No?" "There are 126 Neil Jenkins listed in London." "Do you know how long it's going to take to go through them?" "Every minute we waste puts your child's life at risk." "If I tell you where Leo is," "Social Services will make sure I never see him again." "I know you all think I'm a waste of space drug addict, but I'm clean." "And you know why I did that?" "For Leo." "Because he's the only thing in my life worth living for." "What are these?" "These are web forums of parents who have children with epilepsy." "This little boy, for instance, had a major seizure." "And now can't even hold his own head up." "Leo seemed fine." "I'd have been able to tell if something was wrong." "Well, the reason he seemed fine though, Ruth, when you saw him is because his adoptive parents are giving him his regular medication." "But he isn't with them right now, is he?" "It won't hurt if he misses a few doses, is it?" "That's what this mother thought." "She took her 18-month-old daughter off medication without talking to a doctor first." "Two days later she had a fit and now they're worried that she can't see out of one eye." "Look." "Leo's going to be two next month." "I missed his first birthday, and I swore I wouldn't miss anymore." "Not again." "I just want to be with him." "I understand that totally." "You do want to help your son, don't you?" "Of course I do." "Well, then, tell us where he is." "You promise to look after him." "I promise." "And tell him that his mummy loves him." "He's with his dad. 36 Garston Court." "Thank you very much." "You've done the right thing." "Mr Jenkins." "Open the door, please." "Mr Jenkins." "No." "Go on, lads." "Police!" "Anything?" "Guv?" "A man with a little boy's been spotted on the roof." "Well, get after him, then." "Quick as you can." "Come on, lads, quick as you can." "Take it easy." "That's it." "All right." "Thank you." "Hiya, Neil." "It's chilly up here, isn't it?" "How are you doing?" "You're not taking my son away from me, OK?" "No." "So you can all just leave us alone." "He's not a well lad." "You know that, Neil, don't you?" "What do you mean?" "He has epilepsy." "He needs regular medication." "No, no." "Ruth would have told me about something like that." "Well, she didn't know either." "She didn't know." "He's fine." "We've been we've been singing songs earlier." "Hey, little man, weren't we?" "Eh?" "Were we singing songs, were we?" "Good boy." "Neil, if you care about baby Leo, and I know you do, you'll let us do what we have to." "I'm his dad, and he doesn't even know who I am." "Let me take care of him, just for a minute, eh?" "No." "No." "No." "Come on." "You want him to be happy, don't you?" "Then, why don't you do what's right for him." "Eh?" "And not you." "Cos you know what?" "That's what good dad's are all about..." "Neil." "They put themselves second." "Who's this?" "Boys." "Thank you." "Thank you so much." "Gareth, the paramedics are going to take you to hospital, just to check Leo over, OK?" "Is that who killed Rick?" "You leave him to us, Mr Wilks." "You just take care of Leo." "OK?" "Ruth reckoned that if we just talk to them they'd see how serious we were about getting Leo back." "Well, why didn't you go through the courts?" "Because that would have taken forever." "Nothing to do with the previous you got then, Neil?" "What?" "Well, Neil... four years ago you assaulted a man after a night out." "Is that right?" "I was drunk, right, and he was winding me up." "Is that what Mr Peters was doing?" "All I wanted to do was see Leo." "So it didn't wind you up, did it, the fact that Leo, your son, had been adopted by two daddies?" "It pissed me off that other people had my boy." "That was Ruth's fault." "She gave him away." "She didn't give him away." "Social Services took him away." "Because she was on drugs." "Ruth?" "No." "Didn't you wonder why her family wanted nothing to do with her?" "They had a falling out." "And she turned to you." "Bet you couldn't believe your luck." "I loved her!" "All right?" "You see?" "You've got quite a temper." "Is that what happened when you saw Leo?" "You got angry and you lashed out." "No." "No." "All I did was pick Leo up, that's it." "And then this Mr Peters, he went mental." "Started screaming in my face." "So you hit him to shut him up?" "I walked away so Leo wouldn't see what was happening." "He followed me and he grabbed my arm." "So I pushed him... and he fell over." "Well, the pathology report says that Mr Richard Peters died from a blow to the head, probably a kick." "I mean, I might have caught his lip when I pushed him, but that was it." "All right." "So what happened after you pushed him?" "You need to tell us the truth." "Where is he?" "He's in another room." "Will he get bail?" "Why do you ask?" "If he knows I've spoken to you, he'll come after me." "Has Mr Jenkins come after you before?" "He's got a temper." "That's why we split up." "I thought I could handle it, but I couldn't." "Well, why would you leave your son with someone like that?" "Because I didn't have much choice." "OK." "So what went wrong?" "It was Neil." "He just picked Leo up without asking." "I told him to put him down, but he wouldn't." "And then Mr Peters tried to grab him back, but Neil started hitting him and then he pushed him over." "Go on." "That's when he kicked him in the head." "Right, so you are saying that Neil Jenkins kicked Richard Peters in the head." "He said that'd teach him a lesson." "I only wanted my baby." "That's all." "I'm so sorry." "Right, that's that interview terminated at 18:35." "Thank you." "Where are we with forensics?" "We're awaiting results on both pairs of shoes." "Not your everyday murderer is she?" "Why do you say that?" "Because she's well spoken?" "Because she's not got previous, unlike him." "We've got enough to charge Neil Jenkins with murder." "Both with kidnapping." "Oh, surely we've got enough to charge Ruth with murder on joint enterprise?" "There's not much point." "Neil's admitted he pushed him." "But he's denying delivering the blow to the head." "He's claiming self-defence." "So unless forensics prove otherwise it's Neil's word against Ruth's." "And hers is the one a jury will believe." "Well, this is right as far as I can see." "It was Ruth Pendle's idea to go and see Mr Peters." "Jenkins who hit him." "She could have called for help, but didn't." "You wanted to see me?" "Ruth Pendle and Neil Jenkins." "They're being jointly charged with murder." "I told the DI we didn't have a case against the mum." "Why?" "Well, because Jenkins admitted that he pushed Mr Peters." "He is claiming self-defence, but we can prove otherwise, given what Ruth's told us." "But we can't." "Ruth's word isn't admissible until it comes out in evidence in court." "What we do know is that she led Jenkins there, and then fled the scene, leaving a man dead." "Unless we have evidence to prove that one of them killed Richard Peters we go after both." "Do you have a problem with that?" "No, course not." "Ruth Pendle, you're charged with the murder of Richard Peters." "What?" "No!" "No!" "No!" "No!" "It was Neil." "I told you." "Please!" "Please!" "You don't know what's happening." "I need to see my son." "No, please!" "Do you think she killed him?" "Sam, she's a young mum desperate to be with her kid." "Could be capable of anything.*" "I want taken off the Pendle case." "Why?" "Because joint enterprise is a cop out." "We should be trying to prove who did it, not just taking a chance on them both." "All we can prove is that they were acting together." "This is ridiculous." "Do you know her?" "What?" "Ruth Pendle." "Do you know her?" "No, course I don't." "So why are you so hell bent on protecting her?" "Do you know what, forget it!" "Kate!" "I've no idea what your issue is, but you will go in that court room and you will get the result we want." "Is that understood?" "Kate!" "Fine!" "Self defence?" "Forensics shows Richard Peters was killed by a blow to the head." "Maybe." "But you haven't found a murder weapon and my client's shoes were clean." "And Mr Jenkins insists it wasn't him either." "Is he saying Ruth did it, then?" "That's not likely." "Sorry, Kate, whose side are you on?" "Mine." "So, Lydia, what's your line?" "That Neil Jenkins acted alone whilst Ruth tried to look after her son." "She couldn't have known he was planning to use violence." "So telling Mr Jenkins that he had a son, and then persuading him to go and see Leo had nothing to do with her?" "Let's save the arguing for the courtroom, shall we." "We're sticking to the charge of murder." "For both defendants." "He's driving me mad." "I got the impression he's not your favourite person." "We don't agree on the case." "Why not?" "I shouldn't really talk about it." "Hey." "I know we're on opposite sides, but we're still friends." "So, come on, what's up?" "I just don't think we should be going after Ruth." "Can't argue with you there." "But Jake is adamant he can convince a jury she's guilty of murder." "Really?" "How?" "I'm not daft, Kate." "I know he's going to try some dirty trick." "What's he going to do?" "Get her on the stand and wind her up into a fury?" "He is, isn't he?" "He reckons that if the jury see she has a temper, they'll also see she could have got angry enough to kill Richard Peters." "He's good, Lyds." "So am I." "What happened when Mr Peters saw you?" "He was surprised, to see Ruth." "He said erm... he said Leo was their son and that was that." "And what was Miss Pendle's response to that?" "She was angry." "He wouldn't even listen to us." "So they started arguing." "I could see that Leo was getting upset... so I went to pick him up out of his pushchair." "And Mr Peters told me to put him back." "But I..." "I just... wanted to comfort my son." "And then what?" "He just went mad" " Mr Peters." "He started trying to grab at Leo, so I turned away to protect him." "Then what happened?" "And then he came at me again." "So I pushed him away." "And erm... he fell over." "What was Miss Pendle doing during all of this?" "She didn't do anything." "I mean, she didn't kick him." "Neither of us did." "He must have banged his head when he fell over." "But I don't know why Ruth is saying that I kicked him because she knows that I didn't." "I honestly..." "I didn't kick him." "Thank you." "Mr Jenkins." "How long were you and Miss Pendle dating before you broke up?" "About six months." "And how would you describe your relationship?" "I loved Ruth." "But Miss Pendle ended it and never told you she was pregnant?" "Yeah." "I didn't know about Leo until a couple of weeks before I saw him." "Why do YOU think she never told you about him?" "Milady... my client cannot possibly read the mind of Miss Pendle." "Rephrase please, Miss Smythson." "Would it be fair to say that you and Miss Pendle used to argue?" "Sometimes." "You argued daily, didn't you?" "I can't remember." "Arguments of such a scale that she was terrified of you." "I never hit her!" "I'm not suggesting you did, Mr Jenkins." "There's no need to get angry." "On the night Miss Pendle left, did you have an argument?" "Erm... we might have." "You might have." "Could it be why she didn't tell you about the baby?" "Because she didn't want you to know." "She knew you had a temper and she didn't want her unborn child to ever have to see that." "No, that's not - No further questions." "Keep going like this and they'll stitch each other up." "Would you say you're of average build, Mr Jenkins?" "What?" "What height are you?" "Six foot?" "Erm I'm five... five, eleven." "You say you were worried about Mr Peters hurting you and your son, hence you pushed him in self defence." "Is that correct?" "Yeah." "Yeah, it is." "Mr Peters was five-foot, six, and of slight build." "Are we really to believe you thought he could hurt you?" "He was going mad." "He was shouting at me." "But surely you could have dealt with that?" "In fact... that's exactly what you did four years ago when a man shouted at you in the street." "You attacked him, didn't you?" "I've already been through this with Mr Linten." "But what Mr Linten conveniently forgot to tell the court is that the man you attacked was gay?" "That's not why I pushed him." "That's not why I pushed him." "It's not why I pushed him." "No further questions." "One down, one to go." "Don't assume you'll have such an easy time with Ruth tomorrow." "I can't see her posing too many problems." "Really?" "Not sure she'll snap quite as easily as you think." "Pardon?" "I know about your little plan to wind up Ruth, get her angry, show the jury her temper, which in your world makes her capable of murder." "Kate." "Once a defence barrister, always a defence barrister." "What the hell did you think you were playing at?" "She worked it out for herself." "With a little help from you." "I'm sorry." "I thought I could trust her." "Loyalties don't exist in our world, Kate." "Lydia told me to try and undermine me, make me question what else she knows." "Jake's right." "You fell straight into her trap." "You both know I don't agree with prosecuting Ruth for murder." "Of all the people to tell that to, you chose Ruth Pendle's barrister." "We're mates." "We were in the same chambers for five years." "Which clearly counts for nothing." "You crossed a line, Kate, a line which could jeopardise this trial." "I knew it was a risk taking you on." "What's that supposed to mean?" "That Lydia's right." "Once a defence barrister - Don't be ridiculous.*" "I didn't know you lot did late shifts." "What are you doing here?" "I was just dropping off some files." "What's your excuse?" "Just going over Neil Jenkins' notes." "See if there's anything we've missed." "Right." "I saw Jake at the court." "We were talking about the case." "He said you had a problem with it." "Look at this, Ron." "Blood marks on Neil Jenkins' shoes." "Mm-hm." "Surely we can argue that they're from kicking Mr Peters." "You can, but then defence will argue the fact that the blood may have splashed onto the shoe when Mr Peters got hit from his wound." "You sound like Jake." "Hmph." "Is that your sister?" "Yeah." "I bet you miss her, eh?" "What?" "You know what, Kate?" "A few weeks back" "I had to go through missing persons reports for young women, and came across an Elizabeth Barker." "It's Beth." "Yeah, well..." "Beth." "It said on the report that she lived in Manchester, but now thought to be living somewhere in London." "History of drug abuse." "And the contact details on the form were for a Kate Barker." "Why didn't you say anything?" "I didn't need to." "Not until now, anyway." "So, is that why you've got an issue with the case?" "Because it might be a bit too close to home?" "Spot the detective." "Well, I like to think sometimes that I get it right." "Did you also read that she'd had her baby taken away?" "Yeah, I did." "I assume Jake doesn't know?" "Like he'd care." "Well that's a bit harsh, don't you think?" "No, no, what is harsh, Ronnie, is what happened to Ruth." "The system didn't help her when she needed it, and now we're left mopping up their mess." "If she hadn't got pregnant she never would have been noticed." "Is that what happened to your sister?" "Beth started hanging around with this gang after school." "It turned out the lad she fancied was into drugs." "So, I guess she was trying to impress him." "But instead of helping her..." "Mum just stuck her head in the sand, and Dad..." "Dad kicked her out." "And where did she go?" "On the streets." "She tried to get help from the social, but they didn't want to know." "No, not until she got pregnant." "And then when the baby was born, they took her away." "I haven't heard from her since." "I call her mobile all the time just to hear her voice on the answerphone." "I wonder what she'd do, your sister, if she had the chance to get her baby back?" "Oh!" "Whatever it takes." "I remember the day she said goodbye to her for the last time." "She cried so hard, it... it was like her daughter had died." "Yeah, I bet." "That must have been what it was like for Ruth, eh?" "Finally, someone gets what I've been saying." "Kate... that's not what I mean." "I sympathise with Ruth's plight, I really do." "And you've just said yourself your sister would do whatever it takes to get her child back." "So why can't the same apply to Ruth Pendle?" "You're late." "Do you want me in court?" "Can you put your opinions on one side and do the job in hand?" "Yeah." "Stitch me up again and you won't get another chance." "And tidy yourself up." "I don't want the judge seeing my assistant looking a mess." "I'm not your - You are what I tell you to be." "I needed Neil to help me get Leo back." "And why was that?" "I didn't put him on the birth certificate, which meant he could fight the adoption." "So you didn't want to be in a relationship with him?" "No." "Can you tell the court why not?" "I knew it wouldn't work." "We used to argue all the time and sometimes he got angry." "Angry?" "How?" "Shouting." "And sometimes I thought he was going to hit me." "Milady, is this relevant?" "I'm demonstrating to the court that my clients only intentions were to be reunited with her child." "So desperate was she to do that, that she asked for the help of a man she was scared of." "Milady, we are not making closing speeches just yet." "Get to the point, Miss Smythson." "How did Mr Jenkins react when Mr Peters started "coming at him"?" "He lashed out." "What do you mean by that?" "I shouted at him to stop and tried to grab Leo, but he wouldn't listen." "And then what happened?" "Neil pushed Mr Peters really hard and he hit the ground." "He tried to get up again, so Neil kicked him in the head." "You saw Mr Jenkins kick him?" "Yes." "We'll take a short adjournment." "All rise." "Jake." "What if I've got it wrong?" "Sorry?" "If Neil is the only one who can contest the adoption order, then why would Ruth make sure he got found guilty?" "If he goes to prison there's no hope of that happening." "Which she obviously knows." "Exactly." "But if she goes along with his story of self-defence, there's a small chance the jury might find them not guilty." "But it's a big risk." "The pathologist report shows that Mr Peters was killed by a blunt force to the head." "The most likely outcome is a guilty verdict for both." "Unless Ruth points the finger firmly at Neil and removes any evidence implicating herself." "How long had you been taking drugs before you got pregnant?" "A few years." "And did Mr Jenkins share the same pastime?" "No." "He'd never touched them." "What did Mr Jenkins say when he found out?" "Miss Pendle?" "He didn't know." "You lied to him?" "Yes." "You must be very good at lying to have kept not only your drug use from Mr Jenkins, but also the fact you were pregnant." "How do we know you're not lying now?" "What?" "How do we know you're not lying about the day Mr Peters was killed?" "It was him." "I swear." "What size shoe are you, Miss Pendle?" "Sorry?" "My Lady?" "Answer the question, please." "Five." "So why were the shoes the police removed from you, at the time of your arrest, a size seven?" "In fact, if the jury look at the shoes on the CCTV image of Miss Pendle at the home of Mr Peters, and then at the shoes forensics photographed, you'll see they're different." "I appreciate to the untrained eye they might look the same, but thankfully I have an unhealthy obsession with trainers." "I never did come to terms with heels." "But you'll notice that there's a very thin white stripe on the trainers in the CCTV image." "Yet it's vanished by the time Miss Pendle is arrested on the same day." "Can you explain that?" "The photo must have something on it." "I think we both know the real answer." "You swapped trainers with those of Lisa Longwood, the woman whose home you were found at." "And I think you swapped those trainers because you knew that forensics would find traces of Mr Peter's DNA on yours from where you had kicked him." "That's ridiculous." "What was it like the day you gave Leo up?" "Pardon?" "Tell us about it." "Help us to understand what you've been through." "Social Services came to my mother's to get him." "I remember holding him in my arms for the last time." "I'd just given him a bath and he smelt all clean." "I told him that his mummy loved him... and one day I'd see him again." "And that's why you wanted him back?" "Yes." "So badly that you'd do anything." "He's my son." "So badly that you wouldn't let anyone stand in your way." "He belongs with me." "No." "He belongs with his parents." "Gareth Wilks and Richard Peters." "Only he's lost one of those now, hasn't he?" "You made sure of that." "No." "You waited until Mr Jenkins had left with Leo and then you kicked Mr Peters in the head." "I didn't." "You wanted to make sure that he never took your baby boy away again, didn't you?" "That's not what happened." "You're his mum, Ruth." "Didn't you love him enough to fight for him?" "Yes." "Yes, of course I did." "Of course you did." "You were prepared to let Neil Jenkins believe that he'd killed Richard Peters when he pushed him." "Prepared to lie under oath so that you got off." "You switched trainers with those of Lisa Longwood, knowing that yours would prove you kicked Mr Peters in the head." "In fact, you were prepared to do whatever it takes, weren't you, Ruth?" "No further questions." "On the count of murder of Richard Peters, how do you find the defendant Neil Jenkins?" "Not guilty." "On the count of murder, how do find the defendant Ruth Pendle?" "Guilty." "How on earth did you figure out the trainer thing?" "Like I said, unhealthy obsession." "I'm sorry for being such a pain." "You're forgiven." "Just." "Kate!" "Oh, yes?" "Something I should know?" "Plenty, Jake." "There's plenty." "Can I get you a drink?"