I must have dozed off because the next thing I was aware of was being asked to follow an officer out of the cell. I got up and followed him as instructed.
We entered a room and sitting at the table was a very old friend of mine, who also happened to be the best criminal solicitor there was. I walked over to him and hugged him, I felt so relieved, it was so good having someone there that knew what I was going through and would help me. We briefly discussed what the hell had happened and how I had ended up in this ridiculous position but before we could finish, the door opened and in walked one of the arresting officers.
I had been told to give a no comment interview as there had been no disclosure given, this made everything so much easier. The police were absolute assholes and to be honest knew nothing, they asked questions that were obviously of no relevance and did not understand the 'crime' that had been committed at all. It was a shambles.
After and hour of questioning I asked for a moment to speak to my solicitor and the officers quite obviously pissed off left the room and we were left alone.
'What the hell are they talking about?' I was so confused.
'I know your confused, but they have to ask you questions, even if they don't make sense' the solicitor was doing his job, he knew I was tired and pissed off with the whole thing.
'I mean that tape they keep playing, its not my voice? so why do they keep saying it is? when the person on the tape talks about, the bitch, he isn't even referring to me, its clear he isnt' I was getting frustrated because I knew I couldn't say anything once they were back in the room.
'I don't know how much more I can take, I'm really tired and I haven't really eaten anything so please try and get this over and done with as soon as, please' I looked over at the solicitor and he was just going to say something when once again the officer interrupted us and said that he wanted to continue the interview.
This interviewing/break, interviewing/break procedure went on for 17 hours. At the end of the 13 hours I was finely told that I would not be remanded in custody and would be bailed until a further date.
I was taken back into the cell while the paperwork was being dealt with and an hour later I was escorted from the cell into the custody unit, where I was promptly bailed and told of my 'return' date.
I was given my papers and told not to leave the country, yeah right, where the hell would I be going??
I walked out of the custody unit and into the police station reception and for the first time in 17 hours I saw daylight AND breathed in fresh air. The problem was, this was just the beginning...........
