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where the body was.
‘His gang dragged the body off into the woods,’ he said. ‘If you give me a road map, I’ll show you.’
A road map was found, and O’Connor pointed to a spot on it.
‘That’s where he did him,’ he said.
I didn’t pay much attention to where O’Connor had pointed. I just thought he was playing some kind of game. The police next asked me where I’d stopped the car, but I didn’t know.
They asked could it have been the same place that O’Connor had pointed to?
I told them that I didn’t know that either. How would I? I had simply pulled over for a piss. I didn’t mark it on a map.
They were now suspicious. I could tell from their body language that they certainly didn’t believe me. And the more worked up I became, the more their suspicions were aroused. I tried to calm down.
Eventually the captain said that they’d have to check out his story. After all, murder is a serious charge.
I had no problem with that. If the police wanted to waste their time that was fine by me.
I was taken back into the police captain’s office, where he told me if there was anything I wanted to tell him, now would be a good time.
I told him I had no idea what O’Connor was playing at. Yes, I did fight with Holdsworth, but I hadn’t killed anybody. In fact, he’d tried to kill me! I still considered myself lucky he hadn’t succeeded.
The captain said he’d leave me alone to think about it. So I thought.
Why would O’Connor come out with such a story? The only reason that I could think of was that he was trying to take me to prison with him.
We’d go back to where the fight had been. All the signs of a struggle would be there, maybe even some blood. We’d fought beside the road, tumbled down the embankment and then we’d thrashed it out down in the long grass. It would be difficult to prove I was the intended victim.
And Holdsworth was missing. I didn’t know where he lived or anything about him. If I couldn’t find Holdsworth, I couldn’t prove he was alive.
The police would hold me on suspicion of murder until they could find Holdsworth, which could be months or even years.
So O’Connor wasn’t so stupid after all. He’d be an eye-witness to the alleged murder of his partner. Without Holdsworth turning up I couldn’t prove O’Connor was lying. I’d go to prison until they investigated it.
Nothing made sense to me. The police were now interrogating me about Holdsworth’s murder.
The situation was turning into a living nightmare. I was consumed by a dreadful feeling. I sensed that there was going to be serious trouble ahead.
At around 2 p.m. the police captain came back and told me that they’d take us back to where the fight had occurred, and then back to the construction yard where we’d held the meeting.
‘Don’t worry,’ he said with a smirk. ‘Today you go free – or you go to the monkey house with your friend.’
I didn’t find it very funny. I was now beginning to panic.
I was taken out to the police minibus, and handcuffed.
We headed off towards Chonburi, the district where the fight had occurred. We made very slow progress because the traffic around the city was very heavy, and after going about 50 km the captain said that we were turning back.
When we’d arrived back at the police station, O’Connor was taken back to the cells. I was taken upstairs into the station. I asked the captain to remove the handcuffs.
‘Just a moment,’ he said. ‘When we get to the office, I take them off.’
There was something menacing about his body language. I knew something was wrong.
6
The captain directed me towards an empty office. When I came to the office door, he pushed me through it. I landed in the middle of the room and the door was closed behind me. There was no light. I was terrified.
The door opened again. Suddenly, six or seven men rushed in, and immediately started kicking the shit out of me.
They never said a word: they just beat and kicked me.
‘His gang dragged the body off into the woods,’ he said. ‘If you give me a road map, I’ll show you.’
A road map was found, and O’Connor pointed to a spot on it.
‘That’s where he did him,’ he said.
I didn’t pay much attention to where O’Connor had pointed. I just thought he was playing some kind of game. The police next asked me where I’d stopped the car, but I didn’t know.
They asked could it have been the same place that O’Connor had pointed to?
I told them that I didn’t know that either. How would I? I had simply pulled over for a piss. I didn’t mark it on a map.
They were now suspicious. I could tell from their body language that they certainly didn’t believe me. And the more worked up I became, the more their suspicions were aroused. I tried to calm down.
Eventually the captain said that they’d have to check out his story. After all, murder is a serious charge.
I had no problem with that. If the police wanted to waste their time that was fine by me.
I was taken back into the police captain’s office, where he told me if there was anything I wanted to tell him, now would be a good time.
I told him I had no idea what O’Connor was playing at. Yes, I did fight with Holdsworth, but I hadn’t killed anybody. In fact, he’d tried to kill me! I still considered myself lucky he hadn’t succeeded.
The captain said he’d leave me alone to think about it. So I thought.
Why would O’Connor come out with such a story? The only reason that I could think of was that he was trying to take me to prison with him.
We’d go back to where the fight had been. All the signs of a struggle would be there, maybe even some blood. We’d fought beside the road, tumbled down the embankment and then we’d thrashed it out down in the long grass. It would be difficult to prove I was the intended victim.
And Holdsworth was missing. I didn’t know where he lived or anything about him. If I couldn’t find Holdsworth, I couldn’t prove he was alive.
The police would hold me on suspicion of murder until they could find Holdsworth, which could be months or even years.
So O’Connor wasn’t so stupid after all. He’d be an eye-witness to the alleged murder of his partner. Without Holdsworth turning up I couldn’t prove O’Connor was lying. I’d go to prison until they investigated it.
Nothing made sense to me. The police were now interrogating me about Holdsworth’s murder.
The situation was turning into a living nightmare. I was consumed by a dreadful feeling. I sensed that there was going to be serious trouble ahead.
At around 2 p.m. the police captain came back and told me that they’d take us back to where the fight had occurred, and then back to the construction yard where we’d held the meeting.
‘Don’t worry,’ he said with a smirk. ‘Today you go free – or you go to the monkey house with your friend.’
I didn’t find it very funny. I was now beginning to panic.
I was taken out to the police minibus, and handcuffed.
We headed off towards Chonburi, the district where the fight had occurred. We made very slow progress because the traffic around the city was very heavy, and after going about 50 km the captain said that we were turning back.
When we’d arrived back at the police station, O’Connor was taken back to the cells. I was taken upstairs into the station. I asked the captain to remove the handcuffs.
‘Just a moment,’ he said. ‘When we get to the office, I take them off.’
There was something menacing about his body language. I knew something was wrong.
6
The captain directed me towards an empty office. When I came to the office door, he pushed me through it. I landed in the middle of the room and the door was closed behind me. There was no light. I was terrified.
The door opened again. Suddenly, six or seven men rushed in, and immediately started kicking the shit out of me.
They never said a word: they just beat and kicked me.
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