After another fifteen minutes or so, a female officer came into the cell and asked Jeremy to go with her so that she could process him. He asked her if that meant he was being charged and she said, ‘Yes.’ Jeremy saw Hamilton’s face which registered absolute shock – he was obviously stunned to hear that the police were charging him. After having photographs, DNA samples and fingerprints taken Jeremy was absolutely drained. He was filled with disbelief and knew that something sinister was being engineered against him and that he would have to deal with it, but not today.
The charges were:
On 26 January 2001 at Watford [Jeremy Clifford] made an indecent photograph namely a level one image reference 05(1). Gif on Tiny computer exhibit JB/1 of a child.
On 26 January 2001 at Watford made an indecent photograph namely a level one image reference 06(1). Gif on Tiny computer exhibit JB/1 of a child.
On 30 October 2003 had in your possession indecent photographs of children namely 10 level one images on Tiny computer exhibit JB/1.
Jeremy Clifford on a day between 6 March and 7 August 1999 incited Landslide Incorporated, its proprietors and employees to distribute or show indecent photographs or pseudo-photographs of a child.
This fourth charge of ‘incitement’ would be very important as to what happens in future events. The definition of this charge is that Jeremy, by his own purposeful actions, made a decision to use his credit card to purchase and then download illegal images.
Jeremy was finally released on bail and given back his belongings. Before leaving the station he saw Hamilton briefly, who said that he would be in touch about the date for the first court hearing before calmly walking off to the train station. The first hearing! Jeremy was aghast. What the hell had just happened in there? he thought. This was all such an alien concept, but this unfolding drama was evidently a well-trodden path for some, holding no fear for them. He was dreading having to tell me and the family that he had been charged as he now felt that he wouldn’t be believed. There was the worry about this being in the papers, that it would ruin the business as well as Gerard finding out and using the knowledge to his advantage. Though initially feeling crushed and deflated, Jeremy vowed that he would pursue every avenue and turn over every piece of information to find out how he had got to this stage. This was, by far, the worst day of his life.
Chapter 6
FIRST COURT APPEARANCE
Although the months since Jeremy’s arrest had been painful and difficult to get through, there was always hope that it would have all gone away by the return to bail interview. We had both been pinning so much on it as, by this time, not many people knew what had happened and there was a chance we could have returned to our normal, carefree lives. These charges were a stunning blow and I am not ashamed to say that the thought of all this coming out in the public domain, and the damage it could do to our reputations, was quite terrifying. Child pornography is such an abhorrent subject that I felt convinced that no one would believe our story, and Jeremy’s innocence.
The day after Jeremy was charged, he was fired up and said he had to see Hamilton the following week. They were both confident that the police evidence was weak and that the case would be thrown out quite early on. It was a glimmer of hope to grasp on to and we relayed this to our families. Our parents looked as petrified as we did and although we were not feeling confident ourselves, we had to keep up their spirits. We had distractions in our daily lives but they, being retired, had time to mull over every detail.
Jeremy had been given a date for his first court appearance, which would be on 9 August at Watford Magistrates’ Court. I asked Jeremy if this was a hearing to get the case dismissed, but he said it was just a hearing for his pleadings, which was obviously going to be ‘not guilty’. He said it was just a formality and that, if Hamilton was to be believed, this would be over shortly after. Well, we knew Jeremy was innocent, but we had to put our faith in the justice system.
I was really worried about Jeremy. He was putting on a confident front and trying to sort out the business, but I could see all this was taking its toll. Neither of us slept much. He was comfort eating and I continued to bite my nails until it hurt, which I came to see as a form of self-harm. This infuriated Jeremy but by this point I wasn’t even aware that I was doing it.
I tried to carry on bravely with my work, my mouth was constantly dry and my body racked with nerves. I talked to John from time to time to update him and he tried his best to help me be optimistic. What was worrying was he would often say that, in his opinion, the police couldn’t be trusted. I put on a cheerful front which was an act for everyone else to treat me normally. I could not cope with sympathy as it just made me emotional and I was afraid that if I started to cry, I would never stop. The threat of tears was always there and it was exhausting.
On the day of the hearing, Jeremy called me to say that he had met with the barrister, Mr Akin-Olugbade, and had pleaded not guilty to the magistrates. It had been ordered that the case should be dealt with at the Crown Court because of its serious nature. Jeremy continued to say that the hearing was short and when the Crown Prosecution Service (CPS) read out the charges, he was surprised to hear that they were dropping the incitement charge involving the credit card transactions. This was confusing because it was on the evidence of the credit card transactions that a judge signed a search warrant to get into our home and shop, and now all of a sudden it did not matter. I remembered that during the raid Patel and Burn had been adamant that this incitement charge was the ‘substantial evidence’ that they had on Jeremy. We then wondered where the police were going to go with their case with the remaining charges of making the images that were found on the Tiny computer.
Jeremy had said that there were press there as well as some members of the public and he thought everyone looked at him as though he was the vilest person on the planet.
I asked Jeremy if he wanted me to come home but he said no, he would see me later as he wanted to get back to the shop to get some editing done. Before he hung up he said that he had seen Hopkins at the court and approached him. Astonished, I shouted at him for his stupidity and said that I wouldn’t have given him the time of day. ‘Why, oh why did you want to speak to him?’ I asked. He explained that it was because he wanted to see if he could glean any information from him. Jeremy had asked Hopkins if his name would appear in the papers and he said he did not know but that members of the press and general public were allowed to sit in on most court hearings.
The barrister who was representing Jeremy told him that the charges wouldn’t stand up to scrutiny and the case would more than likely be thrown out. This was encouraging because, after all, they were in the know about how the law and the courts worked, and we hung on to any morsel of comfort like this.
Hamilton contacted Jeremy to say that he was waiting for the CPS to provide a complete bundle of evidence and then he would want to see him to discuss further case preparations. This was likely to be near the date for committal, although he should start looking for a computer forensic expert to support him. Hamilton had not yet instructed an expert as they would need to see the evidence to assess the accuracy of any conclusions drawn by the police forensic expert and to review methodology. Jeremy and I had seen names of various experts throughout our internet searches for information about Operation Ore but now we would start to actively look around.
A couple of weeks after this hearing Hopkins emailed me to say that we could collect the rest of our possessions from Hoddesdon Police Station. Another afternoon off work for us both, I thought, especially as he had asked if we could be there before 6 p.m. This would be the fourth property return and I still had the list that WPC Holder had supplied to me back in February. We could see what was due to us from this list, although she had put it together after our property was looked through at the police station rather than as an inventory taken at the house. This was the best we were going to get, however.
I hated every moment with Hopkins, listening t
o his little jokes. As we went through the listings, it appeared that we had the balance of our property, including the last two computers, with the exception of the one sold to Gerard of course. We signed off the property sheet, filled up the car with our goods and went home. The computers and various boxes filled with our stuff had to sit in the lounge until we either sorted through them or just put them into storage.
We thought it would be handy to fire up the returned computers as there might be items on them that would be needed for the business. One of them, however, would not work. Whatever had been done to it in scanning the hard drive had certainly broken it and this was confirmed later by our computer forensic expert. Whether on purpose or through bad practice, we didn’t know, but it was another business loss. We would have to claim for it at the end of these proceedings.
From that point on it was a round of meetings and phone calls with Hamilton in order to prepare for a trial. The CPS’s case, with what they had left, was at best shaky and every person involved in law or who had had dealings with such cases said it would be thrown out eventually. However, we still had to be prepared for the worst and Jeremy would call me at work with questions from Hamilton that he could not answer, which, in turn, made me a nervous wreck.
On one such occasion, Jeremy called with a question about the Tiny computer. He was with Hamilton preparing for a court hearing coming up on 4 October, and needed to know when we’d bought it. I was at home at the time and could not remember off the top of my head. He said not to worry for the moment but we would need the information. Once Jeremy was off the phone I immediately went up to the loft to look through the company books, invoices and receipts, anxious to get back with the answers that were needed. For some idiotic reason I thought that if I could field each answer successfully it would erode the police case and we wouldn’t need to go to court.
Sitting in the cold, damp loft, I ignored the stiffening ache in my fingers as I sifted through the pages and then, suddenly, there it was. In the dim lamplight I was able to make out the purchase receipt for the Tiny computer which confirmed that we had purchased it on 30 March 2001 and sold it to Gerard on 21 June 2002. There was also the accountant’s ledger, which also showed the transactions. I had no idea at this stage how crucially significant these dates would be in the future.
Excitedly I phoned Jeremy to give him the information, but he didn’t sound as excited as I had hoped. Instead, he said that we had homework to do. While I had spent ages searching for the answer to that one question, Hamilton had more questions that needed to be answered. On top of that, there had been disclosure from the CPS in the form of various statements from Hopkins, the police forensic experts and, most horrifying of all, a statement from Gerard. He was going to be their main independent witness and his statement was one giant evil lie. Yes, there was no doubt that his testimony could be disproved once forensics had been done on our side, but his comments were surely damaging and it was no wonder that the CPS were pressing on.
I noted from the statement that Gerard had made it on 19 July, which was the very day that Jeremy was charged. We were shocked to see that Gerard had stated within his witness statement for the police:
I did not receive the computer straight away as he [Jeremy] took it away for several weeks to clean it. I had no use of the Tiny computer prior to him bringing the computer back from cleaning it. There were only the two of us working here at the time and no one else had cause to use the Tiny computer.
Whenever Jeremy had been in conversation with Hamilton or at meetings with anybody to do with this case, I found that he would become quickly irritated from having to constantly defend himself, and he would then lose confidence. We were caught in a process that was going to be difficult to stop. Once independent and strong, always the protector of me, Jeremy was weakening. It was going to be down to me to get us out of this mess and I felt the full weight of this responsibility.
Jeremy had been saying for a while that he was not happy with his relationship with Hamilton but I wanted him to stick with him as he had already got rid of Stephen Bennett. It wasn’t until I saw an email on Jeremy’s PC that I began to understand what was happening. It read:
Dear Angus,
Firstly, I want to say that this is the most terrible thing to have happened in my life. A life and integrity which I am fighting for and against a crime where everyone judges you guilty. Not innocent until proven guilty but guilty anyway. You have no idea of the rage in me that drives me to the lengths of finding the best support over a thoroughly revolting subject plus the fact that DC Hopkins is enjoying my discomfort.
Perhaps I have misinterpreted your style (and I know everyone is different) but the fact that we have spoken on so many occasions and you still call me ‘Mr Clifford’. It may be a trivial matter to you but everyone whom I have contacted over my case calls me ‘Jeremy’ which is some small comfort to me in that I feel that they are on my side. I would appreciate more familiarity than formality.
Secondly, my loss of confidence came when you said that we were not to instruct computer forensics until after the committal hearing which is disputed by other solicitors and Jim Bates who see no reason to hold off. I do not know what to expect at the committal hearing – it just seems like a further meeting for the prosecution to keep loading their case against me with my side not being spoken up for until a trial. How fair is that?
In view of what you have said in your email I would like to continue with you representing me but I need to feel confidence and at times reassurance which I suppose is what I have been seeking from others. Sorry, but that’s the way I am. I do take on board the fact that you have considerable expertise in this field with no cases alike and I look forward to your continued support.
Regards,
Jeremy
It was a cry for help for someone to save him.
Chapter 7
THE LONG SHORT WEEKEND
The strain had been getting too much for both of us with Jeremy keeping the business going under the constant pressure of hiding our secret from his bookkeeper, Julie, and any suppliers. Although the court appearances had not generated any news in the local press, Gerard’s knowledge was our biggest worry. What had he been saying? we wondered. We knew there would be no stopping him; the knowledge would have been a gift for him.
Jeremy was confident, just from her general manner, that Julie knew nothing, and they continued to work well together. She had a young son and he was sure that she would have resigned by this time had she known. On this subject he knew she would be the type to decide he was guilty before hearing the evidence and it was for this reason he could not confide in her.
We needed a break from all this and I persuaded Jeremy to have a long weekend in Spain. We had an apartment in Estepona, bought a couple of years before with his mother and her partner. We had not made much use of it recently for obvious reasons and thought that a change of scenery and nice weather would do us good.
We took an early flight on Friday 10 September from Luton airport and were excited by the prospect of a nice romantic weekend on our own.
Landing in brilliant sunshine, high blue skies and bathed in warmth, we picked up our hire car and made our way to Estepona. It was a half-hour drive with mountainous scenery and panoramic sea views most of the way. With each mile travelled, we felt the strain of the last few months lifting and allowed ourselves to relax.
After stopping off at a supermarket for some supplies we parked up and made our way to the door of our apartment. Inside it was shrouded in darkness and we walked around each room opening up the shutters to let the sunshine in. The same could be said of our troubled minds.
Quickly settling in, we had a light lunch and then changed into our bathing suits to catch the afternoon sun on the balcony, which overlooked beautiful gardens and an inviting swimming pool. This was where I had planned to spend the whole afternoon, just relaxing. We had already agreed that conversation about the police case was off limits and surprisingly q
uickly our hearts and minds were back to where they had been before it had all begun. For Jeremy’s sake, I was glad that his furrowed brow had smoothed out, and the dark circles around his eyes seemed to be disappearing by the minute. We were like a couple of honeymooners again, just enjoying being together, having a bit of a laugh and a feeling of peace.
We had both been dozing on the sunbeds when, later in the afternoon, Jeremy’s mobile phone rang. He said it was Julie, who was covering at the shop, and stepped into the lounge to take the call.
After about ten minutes, Jeremy returned and sat on the sunbed next to me. He was looking down at his feet and I could see that he was seriously troubled by the phone call. I waited for him to find the words – it seemed like an eternity, and my heart pounded hard in anticipation. Finally, he said that Julie had received a call from a customer calling himself Geoff Goldie.
She had said that this man had engaged her in conversation regarding video equipment and that she had helped with the technical information as best she could without having to resort to calling Jeremy. ‘Jeremy,’ she said. ‘I don’t know how to tell you this, but Mr Goldie has said that you are not in Spain today but in court as a paedophile.’
Jeremy said that he felt like the wind had been knocked out of him as he tried to take it all in but worse was when she added that Geoff Goldie had said that he knew it was true because he had got the information from a DC Brian Hopkins of Hertfordshire Police.
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