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Chapter 7
Chapter 7
John had been going out of his mind. Ever since that day in the hospital, he had been trying to find out which judge she was going up against. He couldn’t bear the though of being away from her, and more to the point, for her to hate him for not telling her that she was going to be charged. He was determined to find a way to get Katy off of the hook. John may not have been able to sway Jack Meadows, but he could sure dig up some dirt on a high court judge to use it as blackmail.
John had a friend who worked as a barrister. As soon as her arraignment day was set, he made it his first priority to find out who was working the bench. He discovered that it was none other than Judge Patterson. John had dealt with him before, specifically, during a certain raid on a certain east-end brothel, when the respectable upright bastion of law and order was caught with his trousers down in a sex sandwich containing a young prostitute named Mina, a life-long rent boy named Daniel, and a little junkie named Bernadette, of whom the judge was snorting a line of cocaine off of her breasts when John came in the room. The judge had run, and managed to avoid being arrested that night, but John knew who he was. When John showed up to nick him, he offered John a favour, in exchange for his freedom. In a moment of temptation, John took him up on it, and had regretted it ever since, to this day. Now it was time for the good Judge to make good.
John arranged to see him at 3:30 in the afternoon, the day before Katy’s trial. The judge kept him waiting in chambers for fifteen minutes before coming in.
“Ah…Sergeant Boulton. What can I, erm, do for you?” Patterson looked highly uncomfortable having John around.
“Well, sir, I’ve come to talk to you about Kathryn O’Sullivan, on the docket tomorrow at 10:30.”
“What about her?” Patterson shifted in his seat and studied the gold pen on his desk intensely.
“I’ve come to ask you for leniency towards her. She has a long record of assisting the police on matters pertaining to drug dealers, paedophiles, and,” John paused, “brothels.”
“That in itself should make me pardon herThe The judge raised his eyebrows.
“She recently assisted with the apprehension of Giles Morrin, a notorious drug supplier, who was flooding Sun Hill with grams of uncut heroin. If it wasn’t for her information and assistance it would have taken us months to gather information on this guy. She went undercover for us, and even took a bullet in her arm that was meant for me.”
The judge had located Katy’s file and was reading over it, “She isn’t the daughter of Bruce O’Sullivan, is she?”
“Yes she is, sir.” John eyed the old toad, loathing him, detesting his pomposity and arrogance.
“And you expect me to pardon her for attempted bank robbery? You’re having a laugh!” The judge tossed her file across the desk, and the papers in it scattered. “I would no more pardon her than I would Jack the Ripper. Get out of my office, Sergeant.”
“Ok.” John turned to leave, “I’ll be sure to give my regards to your prostitute friends next time I see them. I’m sure the papers would have a field day. I can see the headlines right now, ‘High Court Judge Enjoys Kinky Underage Sex Romp.’ I mean, I know you guys are slime bags, but what you did was contemptible even for your kinds’ standards, wouldn’t you say? And don’t worry, I’ll make sure that every detail gets in print, especially about the cocaine off of the hooker’s tits. You promised me a favour, and the time has come. Stand and deliver or else I’m going to ruin you, your honour.”
Patterson’s face drained of its entire colour. His hands started shaking and he felt light-headed. How dare this little bastard speak to him this way? John had Patterson over a barrel, and wasn’t letting go.
“Alright. I’ll give her the lightest sentence I can give. I can’t go much lower than five years without looking suspicious.”
“Try.” John said, glaring at him.
“Hear this, Boulton,” Patterson started, “I’ve got more friends in high places than you’ve had hot dinners. You should have just let that episode sink into the annals of obscurity. Believe me, if you took a bung off of me, you’ll take one off of anyone, and I promise you, I’ll ruin you. I will personally see you ruined and out of the job if it’s the last thing I do. Now get out of here and never speak to me again.”
John turned and walked out of the office. He did the best he could for Katy. While five years apart seemed like an eternity, it was at least better than seven, and if anyone’s love could survive, it was theirs. He walked past a jewellery store, and the light glinting off of a diamond ring caught his eye. He knew what he wanted to do, more than anything, and just hoped that she could forgive him enough to accept.
* * *
Katy sat in the holding cells at the Canley county court. She rubbed her arm with her good arm. It still ached and throbbed, even though Chris Deakin gave it his priority that she received medical treatment and physiotherapy for it while she was on remand.
‘He was a good man,’ Katy thought to herself, ‘so was Tony Stamp. Why did she have to fall for the biggest arsehole in all of London?’
It had been weeks since she last saw John and she kept trying to convince herself that she didn’t miss him. It was his fault that she was here. If her father was still alive he would be roaring at her, cursing her for putting her trust in the Old Bill. If only John had been up front with her from the start she would have skipped the country as soon as the boat was off of the port of Calais.
‘That’s the problem with "ifs",’ Katy thought, bitterly, to herself.
Instead, she sat here in this dank dark must-hole and would no doubt be on her way to another one after this trial. She had already decided to plead guilty, as there was no need for her to try to fight her way out of it. There was no one on the outside waiting for her. She was on her own, and would face it like a woman, and at least go down with a sense of dignity.
She heard the jailer coming towards her cell, and her keys jangling. The jailer stopped at her cell door and she heard the key scraping in the lock.
“Visitor,” the jailer called in, and the door swung open.
John stood there, looking in at her. He was dressed in a gorgeous navy-blue suit, and Katy never remembered him looking so handsome. She turned her head away, to stop her from feeling anything towards him.
“May I come in?”
Katy stood up and walked toward him, “What the bloody hell are you doing here? I don’t ever want to see you again! You lied to me! After all we’ve been through you lied to me and now I’m here!”
John walked into her cell, “Katy… how was I to tell you? What was I supposed to say to you? My governor made it perfectly clear: no deals. I couldn’t do the old trick this time, it’s a different climate at this nick. I did the best I could for you.”
“What, by not telling me and letting me wind up here?”
“No, by going to talk to the judge.”
“I suppose he’s overly willing to help,” Katy said, sarcastically.
“I told him the whole story, well, almost the whole story. How you helped me apprehend drug dealers for years, how you helped me bust that paedophile, everything. I told him how you put your life on the line and even took the bullet for me on the boat. He understands that you’re a good person, and he even knew your father.”
“Gee, I suppose that’ll be an extra 10 years then,” Katy rolled her eyes.
“He said that he was going to be exceedingly lenient with you, if you plead guilty. It’s good news,” John smiled, trying to make it all sound convincing.
“Good news would be me in the French Riviera right now, or maybe even in Corsica. Not me in the bloody crypts of the Canley clink ready to go have the next twenty years of my life decided for me. You could have came with me, you know. We could have run away together and lived out our days on some warm and sunny villa. And what about our dream, John? Our PI firm? I take it that was just you attempting to lull me in a sense of security before you used me and tossed me aside again.”
“Katy, listen to me,” John grabbed her good arm and made her look at him, “Katy, I meant it when I said that I love you. The last few weeks have been torture without you, knowing that you were angry with me and with no way for me to make it up to you, until now. Please believe me. I promise you, right now, that I will be with you through this. Not even a prison cell can keep my heart from yours. I love you Katy and we will have that PI firm. We will be together,” John saw her eyes soften, and he kissed her, “We will be man and wife as soon as this is over.”
John reached in his pocket and took out a box. He handed it to Katy.
“Be my wife, Katy. Please be my wife. If I can’t have you I don’t want anyone else.”
Katy opened the box and inside was a beautiful diamond silhouette ring.
“It’s beautiful! Oh John, it’s absolutely beautiful.”
“Say you will, please.”
Katy looked into John’s eyes. She knew what her heart was saying, before her lips could.
"I will.”
They kissed silently, and John smiled at her as he put the ring on her finger.
“Just remember, whenever you feel lonely in there, whenever you feel like there’s no end to it, look at that ring and know I’m with you. I’ll be with you in there until I can take you home.”
John touched her cheek one last time, and then walked out of the cell as the jailer was making her way back to escort him out.
* * *
“Kathryn Elizabeth O’Sullivan, you are here today to hear allegations brought against you of attempted burglary on the National Whitehall Bank on Canley High Street. How do you plead?” Judge Patterson glared at Katy.
Katy stood, looked at John who was sitting on the side with Jack Meadows, Jim Carver and Chris Deakin. She coughed slightly and looked at the judge.
“I plead guilty, your honour.”
“Due to your co-operation with the police on the matters pertaining to the arrest of a known heroin dealer, and your exemplary record assisting DS Boulton in the past, I feel a certain leniency towards you,” the judge said through clenched teeth. “Was your father not one Mr. Bruce O’Sullivan?”
“Yes your honour.”
“Burgling, regardless if it’s a family institution, or just an one-off, is a serious offence, and must be treated as such. I want you to know that the maximum penalty for your collected crimes is 15 years. I feel, however, even though I doubt you will learn your lesson, as this runs in your blood, that you are an otherwise good person, what with your sterling record of helping the police apprehend criminals who would ruin lives and murder children with their drugs. Therefore, I hereby sentence you to four years in custody. While you’re inside, Ms. O’Sullivan, I want you to think about how these four years could have been better spent, and I don’t mean about places you could have burgled. You’re a young woman, and will still be young when you come out. Let’s hope this is enough for you to stop following in the family footsteps.”
The judge banged his gavel. Two bailiffs came over and escorted Katy down to the docks. She looked over her shoulder as she walked away, and saw John standing there, watching her, with tears running down his face.
John had been going out of his mind. Ever since that day in the hospital, he had been trying to find out which judge she was going up against. He couldn’t bear the though of being away from her, and more to the point, for her to hate him for not telling her that she was going to be charged. He was determined to find a way to get Katy off of the hook. John may not have been able to sway Jack Meadows, but he could sure dig up some dirt on a high court judge to use it as blackmail.
John had a friend who worked as a barrister. As soon as her arraignment day was set, he made it his first priority to find out who was working the bench. He discovered that it was none other than Judge Patterson. John had dealt with him before, specifically, during a certain raid on a certain east-end brothel, when the respectable upright bastion of law and order was caught with his trousers down in a sex sandwich containing a young prostitute named Mina, a life-long rent boy named Daniel, and a little junkie named Bernadette, of whom the judge was snorting a line of cocaine off of her breasts when John came in the room. The judge had run, and managed to avoid being arrested that night, but John knew who he was. When John showed up to nick him, he offered John a favour, in exchange for his freedom. In a moment of temptation, John took him up on it, and had regretted it ever since, to this day. Now it was time for the good Judge to make good.
John arranged to see him at 3:30 in the afternoon, the day before Katy’s trial. The judge kept him waiting in chambers for fifteen minutes before coming in.
“Ah…Sergeant Boulton. What can I, erm, do for you?” Patterson looked highly uncomfortable having John around.
“Well, sir, I’ve come to talk to you about Kathryn O’Sullivan, on the docket tomorrow at 10:30.”
“What about her?” Patterson shifted in his seat and studied the gold pen on his desk intensely.
“I’ve come to ask you for leniency towards her. She has a long record of assisting the police on matters pertaining to drug dealers, paedophiles, and,” John paused, “brothels.”
“That in itself should make me pardon herThe The judge raised his eyebrows.
“She recently assisted with the apprehension of Giles Morrin, a notorious drug supplier, who was flooding Sun Hill with grams of uncut heroin. If it wasn’t for her information and assistance it would have taken us months to gather information on this guy. She went undercover for us, and even took a bullet in her arm that was meant for me.”
The judge had located Katy’s file and was reading over it, “She isn’t the daughter of Bruce O’Sullivan, is she?”
“Yes she is, sir.” John eyed the old toad, loathing him, detesting his pomposity and arrogance.
“And you expect me to pardon her for attempted bank robbery? You’re having a laugh!” The judge tossed her file across the desk, and the papers in it scattered. “I would no more pardon her than I would Jack the Ripper. Get out of my office, Sergeant.”
“Ok.” John turned to leave, “I’ll be sure to give my regards to your prostitute friends next time I see them. I’m sure the papers would have a field day. I can see the headlines right now, ‘High Court Judge Enjoys Kinky Underage Sex Romp.’ I mean, I know you guys are slime bags, but what you did was contemptible even for your kinds’ standards, wouldn’t you say? And don’t worry, I’ll make sure that every detail gets in print, especially about the cocaine off of the hooker’s tits. You promised me a favour, and the time has come. Stand and deliver or else I’m going to ruin you, your honour.”
Patterson’s face drained of its entire colour. His hands started shaking and he felt light-headed. How dare this little bastard speak to him this way? John had Patterson over a barrel, and wasn’t letting go.
“Alright. I’ll give her the lightest sentence I can give. I can’t go much lower than five years without looking suspicious.”
“Try.” John said, glaring at him.
“Hear this, Boulton,” Patterson started, “I’ve got more friends in high places than you’ve had hot dinners. You should have just let that episode sink into the annals of obscurity. Believe me, if you took a bung off of me, you’ll take one off of anyone, and I promise you, I’ll ruin you. I will personally see you ruined and out of the job if it’s the last thing I do. Now get out of here and never speak to me again.”
John turned and walked out of the office. He did the best he could for Katy. While five years apart seemed like an eternity, it was at least better than seven, and if anyone’s love could survive, it was theirs. He walked past a jewellery store, and the light glinting off of a diamond ring caught his eye. He knew what he wanted to do, more than anything, and just hoped that she could forgive him enough to accept.
* * *
Katy sat in the holding cells at the Canley county court. She rubbed her arm with her good arm. It still ached and throbbed, even though Chris Deakin gave it his priority that she received medical treatment and physiotherapy for it while she was on remand.
‘He was a good man,’ Katy thought to herself, ‘so was Tony Stamp. Why did she have to fall for the biggest arsehole in all of London?’
It had been weeks since she last saw John and she kept trying to convince herself that she didn’t miss him. It was his fault that she was here. If her father was still alive he would be roaring at her, cursing her for putting her trust in the Old Bill. If only John had been up front with her from the start she would have skipped the country as soon as the boat was off of the port of Calais.
‘That’s the problem with "ifs",’ Katy thought, bitterly, to herself.
Instead, she sat here in this dank dark must-hole and would no doubt be on her way to another one after this trial. She had already decided to plead guilty, as there was no need for her to try to fight her way out of it. There was no one on the outside waiting for her. She was on her own, and would face it like a woman, and at least go down with a sense of dignity.
She heard the jailer coming towards her cell, and her keys jangling. The jailer stopped at her cell door and she heard the key scraping in the lock.
“Visitor,” the jailer called in, and the door swung open.
John stood there, looking in at her. He was dressed in a gorgeous navy-blue suit, and Katy never remembered him looking so handsome. She turned her head away, to stop her from feeling anything towards him.
“May I come in?”
Katy stood up and walked toward him, “What the bloody hell are you doing here? I don’t ever want to see you again! You lied to me! After all we’ve been through you lied to me and now I’m here!”
John walked into her cell, “Katy… how was I to tell you? What was I supposed to say to you? My governor made it perfectly clear: no deals. I couldn’t do the old trick this time, it’s a different climate at this nick. I did the best I could for you.”
“What, by not telling me and letting me wind up here?”
“No, by going to talk to the judge.”
“I suppose he’s overly willing to help,” Katy said, sarcastically.
“I told him the whole story, well, almost the whole story. How you helped me apprehend drug dealers for years, how you helped me bust that paedophile, everything. I told him how you put your life on the line and even took the bullet for me on the boat. He understands that you’re a good person, and he even knew your father.”
“Gee, I suppose that’ll be an extra 10 years then,” Katy rolled her eyes.
“He said that he was going to be exceedingly lenient with you, if you plead guilty. It’s good news,” John smiled, trying to make it all sound convincing.
“Good news would be me in the French Riviera right now, or maybe even in Corsica. Not me in the bloody crypts of the Canley clink ready to go have the next twenty years of my life decided for me. You could have came with me, you know. We could have run away together and lived out our days on some warm and sunny villa. And what about our dream, John? Our PI firm? I take it that was just you attempting to lull me in a sense of security before you used me and tossed me aside again.”
“Katy, listen to me,” John grabbed her good arm and made her look at him, “Katy, I meant it when I said that I love you. The last few weeks have been torture without you, knowing that you were angry with me and with no way for me to make it up to you, until now. Please believe me. I promise you, right now, that I will be with you through this. Not even a prison cell can keep my heart from yours. I love you Katy and we will have that PI firm. We will be together,” John saw her eyes soften, and he kissed her, “We will be man and wife as soon as this is over.”
John reached in his pocket and took out a box. He handed it to Katy.
“Be my wife, Katy. Please be my wife. If I can’t have you I don’t want anyone else.”
Katy opened the box and inside was a beautiful diamond silhouette ring.
“It’s beautiful! Oh John, it’s absolutely beautiful.”
“Say you will, please.”
Katy looked into John’s eyes. She knew what her heart was saying, before her lips could.
"I will.”
They kissed silently, and John smiled at her as he put the ring on her finger.
“Just remember, whenever you feel lonely in there, whenever you feel like there’s no end to it, look at that ring and know I’m with you. I’ll be with you in there until I can take you home.”
John touched her cheek one last time, and then walked out of the cell as the jailer was making her way back to escort him out.
* * *
“Kathryn Elizabeth O’Sullivan, you are here today to hear allegations brought against you of attempted burglary on the National Whitehall Bank on Canley High Street. How do you plead?” Judge Patterson glared at Katy.
Katy stood, looked at John who was sitting on the side with Jack Meadows, Jim Carver and Chris Deakin. She coughed slightly and looked at the judge.
“I plead guilty, your honour.”
“Due to your co-operation with the police on the matters pertaining to the arrest of a known heroin dealer, and your exemplary record assisting DS Boulton in the past, I feel a certain leniency towards you,” the judge said through clenched teeth. “Was your father not one Mr. Bruce O’Sullivan?”
“Yes your honour.”
“Burgling, regardless if it’s a family institution, or just an one-off, is a serious offence, and must be treated as such. I want you to know that the maximum penalty for your collected crimes is 15 years. I feel, however, even though I doubt you will learn your lesson, as this runs in your blood, that you are an otherwise good person, what with your sterling record of helping the police apprehend criminals who would ruin lives and murder children with their drugs. Therefore, I hereby sentence you to four years in custody. While you’re inside, Ms. O’Sullivan, I want you to think about how these four years could have been better spent, and I don’t mean about places you could have burgled. You’re a young woman, and will still be young when you come out. Let’s hope this is enough for you to stop following in the family footsteps.”
The judge banged his gavel. Two bailiffs came over and escorted Katy down to the docks. She looked over her shoulder as she walked away, and saw John standing there, watching her, with tears running down his face.