the opening speech to the jury but it was even more real to hear it directly from a key civilian witness who had been close to one of the defendants.
"Did you see any of the email correspondence?" Mr. Clifford continued.
"Yes, Savannah showed me the emails."
"Were there telephone calls between Mark and Savannah?"
"Mark called her several times and she called him back."
"Did you hear Mark speaking on the telephone?"
"I heard his voice. He had a strong Irish accent and spoke very fast. Savannah had to ask him to slow down so she could understand."
"What was the email address?"
" It was “d evils-revenge ”. "
"Was a package sent to your house in London ?"
"Yes, but I was at work when the money arrived. Savannah signed for it."
"What happened next?"
"The next stage was Savannah getting in contact with Richard and organising the hit."
"How was this going to happen?"
"The plan was that Richard would poison the two women. I travelled to Ireland at the end of April and Rich ard arrived a day later. We walked to the street where M&R Photography was located. Richard wanted to know exactly where the business was situated and we knew where to find it from Mark's directions. Richard had his own plans for completing th e job. He had several pills which could cause a heart attack or kill. The medication could easily have been put into a drink and been undetected but he decided that the plan wasn't feasible and he left the next day. I stayed in Ireland for a few more days and then I went to France."
Mark McNamara, who was sitting in the dock, seemed increasingly uncomfortable as he listened to Daniel’ s evidence. His usually composed, confident facade was beginning to slip. He wrote furiously on a notepad as the witness tol d his story and then handed his notes to his lega l team. It was plain to see his concern was moun ting as the unstoppable Mr. Williams continued.
"Why did you go to France?" Mr. Clifford asked.
" Savannah wanted me to look around and verify the information about the location of the apartment . ”
"Who owned the apartment ?" Mr. Clifford probed.
"It was t he McN amaras' apartment in St. Malo ," Daniel answered promptly.
"Where was Savannah?"
"She was still in London . I was in constant communication with her and re ported everything back. She wanted me to verify that there was an inte rnet cafe located in St. Malo, so I checked out the area. Eventually, I found it and sat outside the cafe which faced the apartment. I was hoping to see Mark or Rebecca. I bought a drink and kept an eye on the tower, searching for a familiar fac e from the photograph s which Mark had sent. I developed a headache and began to feel ill and increasingly une asy. Maybe it was jet lag or nerves, but the full weight of what we were planning came crashing down on me , so I went back to the hotel. I stayed for a while in the air-conditioned room before packing and checking out. The whole idea of killing someone was starting to get to me so I decided to return home to London ."
"What was Savannah's reaction when you returned to London ?"
"She was furious."
"What happened next?"
" She went back to France and later we travelle d to Ireland together ."
After a while the barrister’s questions took a sudd en turn into darker waters. He had reached the poison evidence which made everyone sit up and take notice.
“ C an you tell us about the poison?” Mr. Clifford asked. The entir e courtr oom leaned forward to hear the answer.
Daniel told the story well. His voice was level as he explained that Savannah had found the recipe on the internet and they had concocted the poison in their kitchen before transferring it to the contact lens holder.
“Why did you travel to Ireland?”
“ We went to Ireland with the full intention of killing the women. The plan had always been to kill them. It wasn't just a con, those women were supposed to die.” His voice shook with emotion. “I’m truly ashamed that I was involved in any
"Did you see any of the email correspondence?" Mr. Clifford continued.
"Yes, Savannah showed me the emails."
"Were there telephone calls between Mark and Savannah?"
"Mark called her several times and she called him back."
"Did you hear Mark speaking on the telephone?"
"I heard his voice. He had a strong Irish accent and spoke very fast. Savannah had to ask him to slow down so she could understand."
"What was the email address?"
" It was “d evils-revenge ”. "
"Was a package sent to your house in London ?"
"Yes, but I was at work when the money arrived. Savannah signed for it."
"What happened next?"
"The next stage was Savannah getting in contact with Richard and organising the hit."
"How was this going to happen?"
"The plan was that Richard would poison the two women. I travelled to Ireland at the end of April and Rich ard arrived a day later. We walked to the street where M&R Photography was located. Richard wanted to know exactly where the business was situated and we knew where to find it from Mark's directions. Richard had his own plans for completing th e job. He had several pills which could cause a heart attack or kill. The medication could easily have been put into a drink and been undetected but he decided that the plan wasn't feasible and he left the next day. I stayed in Ireland for a few more days and then I went to France."
Mark McNamara, who was sitting in the dock, seemed increasingly uncomfortable as he listened to Daniel’ s evidence. His usually composed, confident facade was beginning to slip. He wrote furiously on a notepad as the witness tol d his story and then handed his notes to his lega l team. It was plain to see his concern was moun ting as the unstoppable Mr. Williams continued.
"Why did you go to France?" Mr. Clifford asked.
" Savannah wanted me to look around and verify the information about the location of the apartment . ”
"Who owned the apartment ?" Mr. Clifford probed.
"It was t he McN amaras' apartment in St. Malo ," Daniel answered promptly.
"Where was Savannah?"
"She was still in London . I was in constant communication with her and re ported everything back. She wanted me to verify that there was an inte rnet cafe located in St. Malo, so I checked out the area. Eventually, I found it and sat outside the cafe which faced the apartment. I was hoping to see Mark or Rebecca. I bought a drink and kept an eye on the tower, searching for a familiar fac e from the photograph s which Mark had sent. I developed a headache and began to feel ill and increasingly une asy. Maybe it was jet lag or nerves, but the full weight of what we were planning came crashing down on me , so I went back to the hotel. I stayed for a while in the air-conditioned room before packing and checking out. The whole idea of killing someone was starting to get to me so I decided to return home to London ."
"What was Savannah's reaction when you returned to London ?"
"She was furious."
"What happened next?"
" She went back to France and later we travelle d to Ireland together ."
After a while the barrister’s questions took a sudd en turn into darker waters. He had reached the poison evidence which made everyone sit up and take notice.
“ C an you tell us about the poison?” Mr. Clifford asked. The entir e courtr oom leaned forward to hear the answer.
Daniel told the story well. His voice was level as he explained that Savannah had found the recipe on the internet and they had concocted the poison in their kitchen before transferring it to the contact lens holder.
“Why did you travel to Ireland?”
“ We went to Ireland with the full intention of killing the women. The plan had always been to kill them. It wasn't just a con, those women were supposed to die.” His voice shook with emotion. “I’m truly ashamed that I was involved in any
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