Arrested

2 years ago I was arrested. 


It was 6.00am and I was, as one would expect at that time of the morning, fast asleep.
I heard a loud banging on the front door and went to see what the problem was, there were 4 men and a woman standing in front of the door and they were all shouting at the top of their voices. They weren't in uniform but by the amount of times they shouted 'police, don't move' I realised that they were police!


I looked at them bemused. It was 6.00am, I had my pyjamas on and there was only one entrance to the premises, so where was I going to go?? Eventually, once they have calmed down, I invited them into the flat.


They proceeded to inform me that I was being arrested for mortgage fraud. I stayed very calm, I think that's what happens when you know you haven't done anything wrong. They spent 2 hours searching my flat and obviously found nothing. I was asked to change my clothes and was whisked away to a police station to be questioned. 
I managed to text a friend what had happened and asked them to call an old employer to arrange for a solicitor to attend the police station. Having worked in criminal law for a couple of years, I knew the games that were played.
I was put into a cell and remained there for 4 hours until my solicitor arrived and the police were ready to interview me. I was eventually interviewed, the went on for an hour and we then had a break and resumed the interview and this went on for 5 hours. 
It was quite amusing (well, i can say that now!) what the officers were accusing me of; I had been having an illicit affair with the main Defendant in this case;  I was 'in' on the whole thing; I was a crooked solicitor, who was aiding these people with their mortgage fraud and the accusations went on. I did a no comment interview and sat silently, my mind blank.


The interviewing had finished and I was told that I was to be put on bail until a given date, I was fine with that, I knew that they didn't have any evidence, because there was no evidence. I was bailed and asked to return in 8 weeks time, by which time they, no doubt hoped they would have found SOME thing which would show my involvement, I knew they wouldn't.


Having been at the police station from 9am I was finally leaving at 3am the next morning. I politely thanked the officers and walked out of the police station, as I stepped out of the station I caught sight of my partner and the waterworks started. I cried, I cried like I have never cried before.


I held onto him with all the strength that I could muster as he guided me to the car.


The nightmare was only just beginning..........