"Oh," said the lady from Epsom, "you missed a good week last week!" We ran into each other on Sunday night at Auckland domestic airport. We were both headed for Wellington, to attend the Mark Lundy murder trial at the High Court. I go there because it's my livelihood; she commutes because she can't bear to miss a second. She sits in the public gallery, attentive and absorbed. "I just find the whole thing," she said, "so deeply moving."
I skipped the trial last week. But every day I longed to be in the courtroom, with its bright overhead lights and its slow accumulation of bits and pieces of possibly incriminating evidence. I could only read about the witnesses - Rowena the cleaner, Mr Tupai the Samoan guy. The thing I most wished I'd seen from last week's proceedings was the police video taken at the crime scene. I wanted to look inside the house at 30 Karamea Cres, Palmerston North, where Christine Lundy and her daughter Amber were slaughtered on the night of August 30, 2000.
It felt strange to be away from court; strange, too, to return yesterday, to look around the familiar faces. There was Mark Lundy, sitting with his mouth slightly open like a door left ajar. There was Crown prosecutor Ben Vanderkolk, who has shed the deep suntan that made him look Greek, but now has a sunburn that makes him look like he's recently survived a voyage at sea on a raft.
And in the witness stand was Bjorn Sutherland, the ESR scientist who worked on the investigation in 2000. It was his fourth day in court. Bjorn again. Under cross-examination from defence counsel David Hislop QC, he talked about blood spatter and blood smears, and said things like, "The location of smears of blood are different to locations of spatter".