He has too much on his mind, and has to think about making his way from Ipswich station to the Crown Court. He’s on a mission. Since the day it arrived on his desk Krishna has kept the USB close, usually in his jacket pocket, except when he’s at home, when he puts it on the shelf next to the elephant god, and tries to understand what Dave wanted him to do with it. He’s read the diary, but only once. It wasn’t easy reading. It’s a burden, this knowledge. He hadn’t known what to do with it, so in the end he did nothing. But he has been a fool; he sees that now. Today a woman will be before a judge for sentencing. Holding onto the memory stick hadn’t kept him neutral. He was still affecting the outcome of the case, just by doing nothing. He’d been too worried about how he might be implicated to see the bigger picture. He can’t keep the stick to himself any longer. Today he will hand it over. Whether to Alice or to the police, he still isn’t sure. All he knows is, when he gets the train back to London later today, he’ll no longer have the black stick of plastic in his jacket pocket.
