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nothing to show prospective clients. Theywere beginning to tire of my interference by this point and insisted that they had so much substantial evidence on Jeremy that they were entitled to remove items of interest to their investigation. I showed them the diary of appointments and played the wedding DVDs. After some sarcastic observations about the happy couples, they decided I could keep these and most of the blank video tapes.
    UK Professional Video also filmed corporate work and the officers were getting quite excited about some of the names on the tapes, which I revealed to them as gardening products in a catalogue. It was becoming apparent to me that these two extra officers were only here in the hopes of being part of a potential big bust of a filming business that was quite possibly filming, packaging and distributing obscene material. Instead, they had bags full of computer media to run a business, the male and female names on tapes were of legitimate married couples and the odd names on others were gardening products.
    As we had three desktop computers, one laptop and an editing computer, Paul Smith at last had something to do. All of these were packed into plastic bags and removed. I explained to him that the editing computer was just dedicated to that job and had no internet access. He insisted on removing it and I complained to Patel that this was the lifeline of our wedding business and that there were films already stored on there for customers to collect. I reiterated that we would be liable for their loss or non-delivery. A special note was made and I was assured that I would get this computer back within seven days. Exasperated, I sat at one desk, letting them get on with it, when I was asked what the little black box under Jeremy’s desk was. I said it was a voice recorder that recorded incoming and outgoing telephone calls for training or legal reasons should a dispute arise with a customer. Not really quite sure of its purpose, Paul Smith decided to leave it. Unbeknownst to me at the time, that black box was to become a very important part of evidence gathering.
    Tiring of it all, I thought I would find myself some space outside in the rear car park. Now was the time to call Jeremy’s sister, Suzanne, and I contacted her at work and explained that he had been arrested and what the charge was. She swore in shock and said, ‘You know that isn’t true, that’s not him you know.’ I replied calmly, ‘Yes, I know, but the police keep on about substantial evidence and I don’t know what that is because there is nothing in the house and nothing at the shop.’ She said she would call David, my brother-in-law, about getting a solicitor, but I said that it seemed Jeremy had refused one, because Patel told me so. Suzanne asked why he had done that and I said, ‘Because he knows he hasn’t done anything wrong and he doesn’t need one.’ As I said that I felt uneasy because I myself was not a believer in that old adage: ‘If you’ve got nothing to hide you have nothing to fear.’
    I said that I would keep her up to date on developments. I then received a call from Jeremy’s younger sister, Claire, who had already been informed of what had happened. She said that she was near the area and asked if I wanted support. I had got to that stage of the day when I could do with someone batting for my side and asked her to come to the shop.
    She arrived and saw my ashen face, hugged me and asked what it was the police were looking for. Burn took it upon herself to interrupt us, saying that they had substantial evidence against Jeremy for the purchase of illegal images. Claire took a big intake of breath and was about to protest but she took a look at me and decided to remain quiet. Moving away from earshot of the officers, she asked me what the substantial evidence was. I told Claire that I had heard this statement about three times and there was no other information forthcoming.
    Time passed and I noticed that