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A Place of Safety
Helen Black
When the world has failed you, you need a place of safety…Hard-hitting crime from the author of Damaged Goods.The rape of a young asylum seeker plunges family care lawyer Lilly Valentine into the toughest case of her life.14-year-old Anna lives in Hounds Place, a hostel in Bedfordshire for youngsters seeking refuge from the atrocities being carried out in their homelands. A chance meeting with three public schoolboys ends in her being horrifically assaulted. When Artan, Anna's friend and a fellow asylum seeker, approaches Lilly about seeking justice through the courts she warns him that the law may not be on their side. Who will believe the words of an asylum seeker over the account of three privileged English boys? Despite this, Lilly is loath to get involved. After all, she is supposed to be putting her family and work commitments first.But Lilly quickly lives to regret that decision when Artan and Anna turn up at a school armed with guns, determined to take matters into their own hands. The day turns to tragedy and Anna is arrested. Wracked with guilt, Lilly is compelled to take on Anna's case despite the objections of her boyfriend Jack, boss, and most importantly, her own son Sam - a pupil at the school.Her decision to defend Anna attracts a huge backlash from the press and the community. And when local racist groups pick up on the story, Lilly's family and friends become a target. Can Lilly follow her conscience and defend Anna - or is this case just too close to home?
Helen Black
A Place of Safety
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Ebook edition © 2008 ISBN: 9780007328864
Version: 2017-06-26
Praise for Damaged Goods: (#ucf1c22e8-1e04-5f02-9668-6a9fb61ff26b)
‘A fantastic first novel.’
Jane Elliott, author of The Little Prisoner and Sadie
‘A dark and gripping read that will have you on the edge of your seat…this terrific debut novel is full of intrigue and a real page-turner.’ Closer
Dedication (#ucf1c22e8-1e04-5f02-9668-6a9fb61ff26b)
For Mum
Contents
Cover (#u1cb14b84-d116-5269-8ad9-08c9b2708f4b)
Title Page (#u44e9755e-8079-54f9-894c-c435229e4e64)
Copyright
Praise
Dedication (#u60b735bd-737d-5a97-9676-5cb554506ac9)
Prologue
Chapter One (#ulink_4c94a1e5-dd14-5251-98aa-8d335600b784)
Chapter Two (#ulink_74fcd271-b8e1-5641-93f8-454f3e4c2522)
Chapter Three (#ulink_ae5fd52d-5a5b-5577-80d6-1379b82bc094)
Chapter Four (#ulink_156f5efd-5a3d-5e7e-9b01-2f0230761ed0)
Chapter Five (#ulink_4d5a64a5-6e0f-573c-b2f0-956bce34490c)
Chapter Six (#ulink_f2fbce01-3b3e-53fa-ad3d-7b08b10c55c7)
Chapter Seven (#ulink_b526a98c-d976-5b23-b2c6-d0b44f47bc12)
Chapter Eight (#ulink_8abecb4e-1b96-5edd-863a-c84ede5487ec)
Chapter Nine (#ulink_ca23f7ec-302c-56d3-a6d6-f17f8440b68c)
Chapter Ten (#ulink_26dadd04-5227-5b28-b2a9-61ae806befa5)
Chapter Eleven (#ulink_94c0c749-317c-5f83-9c0e-bef1b2c98717)
Chapter Twelve (#ulink_15c5be7f-60ae-564f-ab09-6361c9e58e80)
Chapter Thirteen (#ulink_42dc38bc-7006-5416-be80-4e0a1712a3c9)
Chapter Fourteen (#ulink_71dd88fb-891c-5b53-9995-90753618468a)
Chapter Fifteen (#ulink_007e81de-c8bd-5349-a8ab-9647db8d5f06)
Chapter Sixteen (#ulink_7b670231-6be9-53b8-ba67-1e33b0a84776)
Chapter Seventeen (#ulink_a26bdc89-8fd2-562d-9d6a-58df2291fa3e)
Chapter Eighteen (#ulink_06678fde-53f5-58e4-839c-a5d22df740a8)
Chapter Nineteen (#ulink_991d3430-35b6-5e33-89bf-5bcdb78de4e6)
Chapter Twenty (#ulink_7c24103b-e198-5155-aef1-d2f463d40719)
Chapter Twenty-One (#ulink_4e743fe9-36c8-56bb-8ad0-f27c42ffaa4d)
Chapter Twenty-Two (#ulink_e098bd97-d46e-574b-b4fa-456febb3867d)
Chapter Twenty-Three (#ulink_7878e26f-7519-5916-a0c4-44cfc750cc07)
Chapter Twenty-Four (#ulink_e783dd25-aac6-5834-8468-e1a56e626a25)
Chapter Twenty-Five (#ulink_89c2ed40-12ed-57ed-aca0-9da52dc6eb5a)
Chapter Twenty-Six (#ulink_66cf767c-7d86-54a0-98a2-b9c8b8c3c6e9)
Chapter Twenty-Seven (#ulink_a43849d3-2cc5-5829-8b3b-6e906f5db5bc)
Acknowledgments
About the Author
By the Same Author
About the Publisher
There are 9.2 million refugees worldwide.
The UK offers a home to 3%.
Of those seeking a place of safety in the UK, a fifth
are unaccompanied children.
Prologue (#ucf1c22e8-1e04-5f02-9668-6a9fb61ff26b)
Things, as Luke Walker’s mother is fond of saying, are getting out of hand.
The voices of his friends jar his ears as they stumble through some song by Lily Allen, clapping out of time, urging her on. Tom whoops with glee like a small child at Christmas, saliva dribbling down his chin. Charlie digs Luke in the ribs and shouts something in his ear but the words are lost in a fit of giggles.
The girl is in the middle of their ramshackle circle, her laughter almost hysterical. She says something none of them understand and spins round and round so that her skirt flares up and the boys can see her knickers.
Tom reaches out to touch her. ‘Yeah baby,’ he brays, but the momentum makes him lose his balance and he falls over, bringing Luke down with him.
Tom gropes the ground and swears.
Luke feels sick. He wants to go home. He would go home but he’s boarding tonight, and if the house master catches him in this state he’ll be in detention for a month.
And anyway, the field is spinning and he doesn’t think he can stand.
‘You like?’ the girl asks them.
The other two applaud but Luke can’t even nod his head. He doesn’t like, not at all.
That night had started the same as any other. With prep finished and Mr Philips dealing with one of the homesick new boys, Luke and his friends sneaked out of school to mooch around the village. They pledged how different their lives would be when they could drive.
Charlie’s the eldest and is getting lessons for his seventeenth, but that’s not for over two months.
Luke should be next, but every time he mentions it his mum gives him the look and talks about how many young people die in road accidents.
Tom is the youngest of the group but will probably still be first to pass his test. His dad already lets him drive an old Jeep across their land.
They wandered down to the off-licence. Luke didn’t know why they bothered because Mrs Singh knows they’re all from the boarding school and under age. Tom called her a ‘fucking Paki’ and knocked over a rack of crisps. Luke hates it when Tom does stuff like that.
They finally dragged Tom out with Mrs Singh threatening to call the police, and there was the girl, leaning against the Post Office window opposite. She was one of that lot from the hostel. You could tell by the way she dressed, the way she wore her hair. And she stood like they all do, hunched in on herself, as if trying to disappear.
‘Hey you,’ Tom shouted.
She looked startled at being spoken to and was about to move on when Tom dashed across the street and caught her arm.
‘Do you want to earn some money?’ he asked.
She didn’t answer, her face a blank canvas.
‘Money,’ he repeated, rubbing his thumb and forefinger together as if she were deaf or an imbecile. So they paid her five quid to get them some bottles of cider and headed to the park.
It was built for the local kids but they’re all at home on their Nintendos. Only the boarders use it when they manage to slip out of evening prep. It’s cold and deserted, but at least they can get pissed in peace.
Luke doesn’t know why the girl came with them. Maybe she liked the look of Charlie, who’s tall and dark—all the girls fancy him. Or maybe Tom talked her into it. He’s ginger and has a big gap in his front teeth, but he has a way of getting people to do what he wants. ‘Leadership qualities’ his mum calls it.
Either way, she sat on the swings and shared their booze. She barely said a word, except that her name was Anna. Luke thought she was very pretty in a weird sort of way.
When she started dancing you could tell she didn’t really know what she was doing, that she was drunk. He should have told her to sit down. Why hadn’t he told her to sit down?
Now things are going pear-shaped. Tom has managed to pull Anna onto the floor. She’s still laughing but trying to push him away.
‘No no no,’ she says.
Tom mimics her accent. ‘Yes, yes, yes.’
She tries to push him away but she’s not very strong, and Tom’s the captain of the rugby first eleven. Luke notices how tiny she is and Tom easily holds the sticks of her arms above her head. Her sweater has ridden up and Luke can see her ribs protruding through her skin.
‘Come on, Tom, leave her alone,’ he says.
Tom’s breath comes in hard pants. ‘Fuck off.’ His forehead is greasy with sweat and the unmistakable bulge of Tom’s cock pushes against his trouser leg.
Luke feels the acid burn of bile in his throat and tries not to retch.
The girl struggles to free herself.
‘Give me a hand, Charlie,’ says Tom.
Charlie seems unsure and hovers above them.
‘Hold her arms,’ Tom grunts.
