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The expensive lawyer stood slowly, one hand clutching notes, the other resting with exaggerated ease on his hip. ‘Sir. I am sure my client is as impressed as we all are by the scale of this operation, but I am afraid the Crown has put forward no facts to link the defendant to the mass production for export of this material. He is, if I may say so, a victim as much as these poor girls. It is his contention that he was unaware that his, er, activities were being photographed and he intends to establish his innocence of the charges in the Crown Court. He has agreed bail and he has volunteered to meet very strict bail requirements.’

The prosecuting solicitor stood. ‘I think your worships will have noted that the defendant appears in many of the pictures I have shown the bench. Of the two thousand items recovered so far he appears in nearly six hundred. It is our belief he is a central figure in this illicit trade and we fear that those who have garnered considerable wealth from this traffic would find it convenient if he were to disappear. We believe they will see ten thousand pounds as a small price to pay.’

The skinhead said something to the legal team, who passed it on to Smith-fforbes. He stood smartly. ‘If it is any help to the bench, sir, I can say that my client is willing to meet fresh bail conditions – including a considerably higher bail figure.’

The three magistrates conferred with the clerk. ‘Very well,’ said the chairman of the bench. ‘We were minded to agree to remanding the defendant in custody, given the new evidence put before us today. However, am I right that the police do not think they will be able to move to a trial of this matter before Christmas?’

The prosecuting solicitor stood slowly, sensing the court was about to brush aside his request that Selby be held in custody. ‘That’s correct, sir. The enquiries are extremely complex… and several other arrests are imminent,’ he added, casting a glance back over the court which was clearly designed to embrace the skinhead.

‘I see. Well, we do not think the defendant can be rightly held for that length of time. We therefore grant bail at a figure of fifty thousand pounds. Mr Selby will report to his local police station twice daily during that period.’

Selby’s advocate was on his feet again. ‘Ah, if I may just comment, sir. My client is, of course, a long-distance lorry driver – that condition of the bail was waived at the last hearing to allow him to continue in gainful employment.’

The chairman looked unimpressed, and his cheeks flushed further. ‘I know. But not this time. I’m afraid he will have to find other gainful employment.’

‘Court rise,’ said the clerk.

Outside, the WRVS ran a tea bar when the court was sitting. Dryden and Alf got their drinks and grabbed one of the wooden pews.

They watched as the four black men in suits from the back of the court got into two smart powder-blue Jags that pulled up at the courthouse steps. The skinhead sat back in one of them, studying documents while he used a mobile phone. The London legal team waited for taxis to take them back to the station.

‘What do you reckon?’ asked Dryden.

Alf shrugged. ‘Well, it was about four grand’s worth of lawyers. So I think we can rule out his Post Office savings, don’t you? And it wasn’t their only case of the day – they’ve earned their money twice.’

‘Another case? I thought Selby was first up?’

Alf flicked back through his notebook. ‘Nope. Remand. Jimmy Kabazo. Up on a GBH charge – cracked a mortuary attendant over the head with an iron bar. Our friends in suits argued that it was down to emotional distress. Police suggested they were also investigating the possibility that he was an illegal immigrant – but the bench kicked that out as they had no evidence to support it. Then they said – a bit belatedly if you ask me – he might be a suspect in that nasty killing out on the fens – the bloke in the pillbox.’

‘Jesus – so they freed him?’

‘Yup. Bit of a cock-up. Police solicitor looked a bit sick. Mind you, a bench in a small place like this gets very nervous when they’ve got a black in the dock. Don’t want to put a foot wrong. Anyway, he was out – and into the waiting arms of that creepy skinhead and his mates. Bail of five thousand agreed by the advocate. Passport had been withdrawn already for examination.’

Alf grimaced as he finished the last of his tea. ‘Put me right – this is actually dish-water, isn’t it?’

‘So he just walked off?’ said Dryden, his patience draining away.

‘Nope. There was a bit of a row outside the court. They tried to get him into one of the Jags to shut him up but he wasn’t having it – you’d have thought he’d have at least said thanks for the five grand. He hung around the PC on duty for a bit and they got the hint – left him alone. Then he walked off – into town. If he’s planning to give them the slip I don’t rate his chances. He has to report at Ely twice a day – 9.00am and 5.00pm. They’ll pick him up later.’

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