Chapter 26

Lennox stood beside me,his face pale, his hand clammy and gripping mine tightly. This was the moment that he had been dreading since the trial started. It had taken five months for the High Court to finally begin seeing their case against Natasha and Trevor Gibson. Now, just three weeks later, it was time for Lennox to take the stand and tell them what happened that fateful night in Glasgow.

"I feel like I'm going to be sick," he half whispered to me in the busy street as we approached the door to the high court building. I squeezed his hand and looked at him with a grim smile as the press that had gathered outside for his arrival started calling his name and shouting out all manner of insane questions.

‘Was it true that you'd known her since she was a teenager?'

‘Did you have an affair with her?'

‘Is she a scorned lover?'

‘Did she rape you?'

‘Were you involved in a threesome with her ex-husband?'

They just wouldn't let up in their calls, and Lennox pulled me along to the doorway faster. This was an eye opener for me. I knew that being in the public eye had its pitfalls, but to see the press bombarding Lennox like that outside a court where he was the victim was just insane to me. That was a side of the fame for those I protected that I didn't usually get to see. Diplomats and rich businessmen didn't normally attract that kind of attention.

Once safely inside Lennox glanced over at me. "They're something else, aren't they?" he said with a small shake of his head.

"That's insanity," I replied incredulously.

Lennox sighed. "It's always something with the UK press unfortunately." He peered around him. "Where the hell is it that we're meant to be going?" he asked, changing the subject back to the reason we were there.

Glancing around myself I saw one of the advocates handling his case standing further along the corridor. They nodded to acknowledge us as we approached. "Mr Love, Mr Thatcher. Thank you for being here." They greeted us as they shook both of our hands in turn. "Mr Thatcher, since you have given your evidence before Mr Love, you are welcome to make your way to the public gallery. My clerk here will be able to show you where you're going."

Acknowledging him with a nod, I turned to Lennox. "You are going to be amazing today. Just keep calm, remember to breathe, and remember that even when I'm not beside you, I'm still in the room, and I'm right here with you," I said, touching his chest over his heart.

"Thank you." He smiled grimly, before turning to the advocate and being led into the court. One of the clerks that was with them showed me to the public gallery where I would be able to watch as Lennox gave his evidence.