Originally Posted by charly

Most nerve-racking visit from the police was not a raid.

About 12 years ago the door bell rang and my secretary went downstairs to answer it. She called for me to come down and as I was going down two men were walking up the stairs. I immediately went on the offensive and told them to stop there and tell me whom they were. They produced police IDs and said they were from Peckham (in south London) Murder Squad and wanted to talk to me.

I took them in the studio and they said I had nothing to worry about this was just routine enquiries. This did nothing but worry me more. They then started to interview me about a girl I had no knowledge of and could not find in my records. She knew me, where the studio was and how I advertised for models. They interviewed me very aggressively for an hour, telling me in the middle she had been horribly knifed to death.

At the end of the interview they relaxed and told me the facts.

The murdered girl had been a hooker working from home. She had kept notebooks on every meeting and telephone conversation she had as a working girl. They had 12 notebooks to go through. They had thought before meeting me the girl had only spoken to me on the phone, but had to "Eliminate me from their enquiries."