The dad who framed his own son for mur­der

her brother had been killed – and Laura holt, 28, from ac­cring­ton, was ap­palled as she learned how...

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when Lee be­came a dad, he was a nat­u­ral, doted on his lit­tle girl

Long be­fore he had kids of his own, I knew my brother Lee would be a great fa­ther – car­ing, funny, pro­tec­tive.

It’s how he was with me. He was five years older, and though we bick­ered as kids, heaven help any­one who picked on me in school.

And if I was ever feel­ing low, out came his silly sense of hu­mour, putting a smile back on my face.

So, when Lee grew up and be­came a dad for real, he was a nat­u­ral.

His lit­tle girl Ale­cia was born in De­cem­ber 2014, and Lee doted on her. Even when he and her mum broke up, he’d see her as much as he could.

I had kids of my own – Darci was born in Oc­to­ber 2010, and Ava four years on – so we’d take the girls out to­gether. And in Oc­to­ber 2016… ‘I’ve met some­one,’ Lee said, his face light­ing up as he told me about Kate, 33, a sin­gle mum to Cal­lum, 14.

‘It’s nice to see you happy,’ I said. ‘I can’t wait to meet her.’

When I did, Kate and I soon be­came firm friends. She was friendly, fun, a de­voted mum. One day, she looked wor­ried as we were hav­ing a chat... ‘Cal­lum’s hav­ing bother with a lad at school,’ she said. I lis­tened, sym­pa­thetic. ‘Lee’s wor­ried, too,’ Kate said. ‘It’ll blow over,’ I said – and when I didn’t hear any­thing more, I as­sumed that it had. Over the next year, Lee and Kate got closer and we were al­ways round each other’s.

One day in Oc­to­ber 2017, I spent the day re­dec­o­rat­ing with my mum Mar­i­lyn, 50, and dad Kevin, 56, and around 7pm, they went home. But at 8.30pm, Kate rang, sob­bing.

‘Lee’s been shot. Get to hos­pi­tal now!’ she pleaded. Lee…shot?

‘They’re do­ing CPR. Get here now,’ Kate cried.

Rac­ing from the house, I picked up Mum and told her what Kate had said.

Dad was in the bath, but said he’d be right be­hind us, and we sped to Royal Black­burn

Hos­pi­tal A&E.

There, a po­lice of­fi­cer ush­ered us into a fam­ily room. I saw Kate and Cal­lum, look­ing shell­shocked, speak­ing to an­other of­fi­cer.

‘Lee was shot in the chest. He didn’t make it,’ the of­fi­cer said. ‘No!’ Mum cried.

I guided her to a chair and, still in a daze, I called Dad and broke the dev­as­tat­ing news.

He ar­rived min­utes later

– it just didn’t feel real.

‘What hap­pened?’ I asked the po­lice­woman.

‘We can’t say much yet, while we’re in­ves­ti­gat­ing,’ she said.

But when Kate had fin­ished speak­ing to the po­lice­man, she came over to us, shak­ing.

She ex­plained that she and Lee had seen some mes­sages on Cal­lum’s phone from a lad called Thomas Mose­ley, the one he was hav­ing trou­ble with at school.

‘It sounded like things might get out of hand be­tween them,’ Kate said.

‘Lee and I wanted to put a stop to it.’

So they’d gone to Thomas’ house, hoped to speak to his par­ents to sort things out, but things had quickly spi­ralled.

We tried to

find out more, but the po­lice had to take Kate to the sta­tion for ques­tion­ing.

That night, Thomas Mose­ley, 14, was ar­rested for Lee’s mur­der, and was be­ing ques­tioned.

Shiv­ers ran down my spine, as I imag­ined the boy fir­ing a sin­gle fa­tal shot at my brother.

He’d ru­ined his own life, as well as end­ing Lee’s.

The next day, Thomas’ fa­ther Matthew was taken into cus­tody, too.

For the next three days, busy try­ing to com­fort Mum, I couldn’t even be­gin to process my own grief.

I wor­ried about Ale­cia, too. She was at Mum’s ev­ery day, strug­gled with her emo­tions.

My heart broke, imag­in­ing her grow­ing up with­out her dad.

Then, five days af­ter the in­ci­dent, the po­lice called us to the sta­tion. They said they’d found 23 guns in the Mose­ley house. And then an­other shock…

‘Thomas has been re­leased,’ an of­fi­cer said. ‘We’ve charged his dad, Matthew Mose­ley with mur­der.’

We hadn’t been able to speak to Kate. So, on the day of Lee’s fu­neral, we said our fi­nal goodbyes not know­ing how he ended up in that cof­fin.

More than 100 peo­ple came. Lee’s friends brought dozens of blue and white bal­loons, the colours of his foot­ball team, Black­burn Rovers.

Then we faced an ag­o­nis­ing six-month wait be­fore the trial.

We didn’t have much con­tact with Kate – we couldn’t, in case it jeop­ar­dised the court case. Fi­nally, this April, we went to the trial at Pre­ston Crown Court.

Matthew Mose­ley, 50, de­nied mur­der.

It was then we fi­nally heard what had hap­pened.

Eye­wit­nesses said they’d seen Lee, Kate and Cal­lum ar­riv­ing at the Mose­leys’.

Kate banged on the front win­dows, while Lee kicked the door, shout­ing for some­one to come out.

Mean­while, in­side the house, Thomas de­scribed watch­ing his fa­ther take a gun from a cabi­net and load it with three car­tridges.

Then Matthew told his son to call the po­lice and, 11 sec­onds into the 999 call, Lee was shot once in the chest.

What we heard next was truly ap­palling.

‘Tell them you’ve done it, be­cause you can’t get done for it,’ Matthew said to Thomas.

He’d tried to frame his own son for mur­der...

Thomas agreed, thought he was pro­tect­ing his dad – but, in cus­tody, he broke...told the truth.

Matthew de­nied it at first, but he’d been heard talk­ing to his son in a prison van, re­as­sur­ing him as a mi­nor he’d be OK and wouldn’t go to jail.

My par­ents and I looked at each other in hor­ror. What kind of a fa­ther would try to pin a mur­der on his child?

It was im­pos­si­ble not to think of Lee, such a pro­tec­tive, self­less dad...

So un­like Mose­ley.

The vile man smirked on the stand, claim­ing he’d in­ter­vened when he saw his son aim­ing the weapon at Lee.

Matthew Mose­ley was unan­i­mously found guilty, sen­tenced to life in prison, with a min­i­mum of 26 years.

I squeezed Mum’s hand, tears welling. Kate was at the trial and gave ev­i­dence be­hind a screen, so she didn’t have to look at Mose­ley.

Poor Cal­lum didn’t go. They’re try­ing their best to move on as a fam­ily, as are we.

As for Lee’s mur­derer,

I’ll never un­der­stand how a par­ent could frame his child to cover his own back.

If Matthew Mose­ley re­ally wanted to avoid a life in prison, he should’ve con­sid­ered the con­se­quences.

Maybe then my brother would still be here to­day.

i’ll never un­der­stand how a par­ent could frame his child

The gun used... Foren­sics of­fi­cers ex­am­ined the area around the house

Matthew Mose­ley

With Ale­cia: Lee was a bril­liant dad

My brother should be here to­day

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