Halliwell told Det Supt Fulcher he would lead him to Sian. He then took officers on a long car journey into the Oxfordshire countryside. Halliwell indicated he had killed Sian and had left her body somewhere down a steep verge along a stretch of road. In the daylight, he was not so sure where she was, but knew the road he had driven along. He directed officers down winding, single-track lanes until they reached a remote field in Eastleach, Gloucestershire.
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Halliwell got out of the police car and climbed over a dry-stone wall. Once in the field he paced steps to a spot and indicated that was where he had buried the woman. A day later, the skeletal remains of a body were discovered a little way from where Halliwell indicated in the field.
But he had given no name for his victim, so who was she? When I heard on the news about another body being found in a field, something inside me told me it was Becky. She had been a vulnerable, troubled teenager, disappearing for weeks and months at a time.
But she always came back eventually. I remembered her promise and waited. But as I watched the news unfold, and through the week that followed I drove myself mad with fear and worry the body in the field was Becky. It had been eight years now since I had seen or heard from her myself. When I knew I was alone in the house, I sat in my bedroom, pen in hand at my dressing table.
I picked up the phone and dialled the police. Dread was burning inside me. I was so frightened. But I had to do it.
I was choking back the tears, trying to stay calm. As the operator spoke, she tried to reassure me by saying that other people had also rung in to report their loved one missing since the body had been found. I seized on what she said, writing the figure on my note pad. But as much as I tried to stop myself thinking it, I just knew it was Becky.
Now, here was Stephen Fulcher at the front door. My heart was racing. I knew why Det Supt Fulcher was there and yet I so wanted it not to be true. As I walked towards the door I created a delay. I knew what I was doing. I was desperately trying to hang on to normality, the familiar world I knew. The world in which Becky still existed for me. There is a very matter-of-fact and down-to-earth approach to A Confession which brings a tangible gravity and realism to what we see on screen. The information is drip fed to us all rather slowly. How much suspense can be built around a real-life case?
The case is a fascinating one. His Swindon burr would have been helpful during auditions, but this is no stunt casting: Cooper gives a fine performance here. The ever-brilliant Imelda Staunton helps round out the cast as the mother of missing sex worker Becky. This is gritty, serious drama. A Confession is pared-down and basic.
Did you watch A Confession episode 1? The boys recanted the confessions and said they had been coerced. This, their lawyers argued, made the statements inadmissible. Prosecutors replied that parents of three of them had been present as their sons admitted to the crime on videotape. How could that be coercive? Not so well understood was that the parents were only sporadically present for interrogations that spread over a day before the camera was turned on.
It was during those unrecorded sessions, unseen by anyone outside the room, that the damning statements were first extracted. In the series, the interrogation scenes are presented as a whirlpool of badgering, menace and cajoling. They bear a strong resemblance to real life. Not long ago, confessions were seen as trophies of detective work because they are so hard to overcome in a trial.
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But the DNA era has revealed that false confessions are behind many wrongful convictions. Especially with minors, they most often are the invention of cornered minds. Bad and wrong confessions are routinely waved into court behind true ones. The judge — specially picked for the case — ruled that the confessions met the legal requirements for voluntariness. During the trials, the courthouse was ringed with competing demonstrators, some claiming that the rape story was a hoax, others demanding castration.
It was an unedifying barrage, kazoos from all corners.
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Meili emerged to testify about her return from the doorway of death, without pieces of her life — a sense of smell, clear vision, effortless speech. She still had no memory of the crime. Breathtaking as her appearance was, it added nothing to the proofs. Later that day, I watched other witnesses say that for all the intimate violence, not one iota of scientific evidence linked any of the five to the attack.
Meili had been attacked by more than one person. They spent six to 13 years in prison. Before parole boards, when a show of unqualified remorse would have given them a better shot at leaving prison earlier, they acknowledged witnessing or participating in other wrongdoing in the park but refused to concede having had anything to do with the jogger.
They stuck with their stories. So did the system. His was the only DNA recovered. After months of investigation, Manhattan district attorney Robert M. Morgenthau concluded Mr.
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Morgenthau moved to vacate the verdicts his office had won. The original story dissolved in a meticulous page report , written by two senior assistants, Nancy Ryan and Peter Casolaro. It documented how Mr. Reyes hunted and hurt women on his own.
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