“However, the fact that Professor Klein was ready and able to breach his bail in such a brazen manner — going so far as to flee the country — means that there is a significant risk that he may do so again in this case. Furthermore, Professor Klein has a substantial — one may even call it a vast — network of contacts abroad as a result of the international nature of his work. The Crown concedes that he is resident in the United Kingdom and that he holds a tenured position here at a prestigious university and that his sole residence — as far as we know — is located within the jurisdiction of this Court. But he has relatives and contacts in the United States and Israel and could easily escape the jurisdiction of this Court, should he be minded to do so. That, in conjunction with the fact that he has done so on a previous occasion, renders him — in the submission of the Crown — ineligible for bail.”
Richmond sat down and Hackett rose again, not waiting for the judge to call on him to do so.
“Your Honour should know that if this is the main source of the Court’s concern, then Professor Klein is willing to surrender his passports to the Court. Indeed I have it here in my possession now for immediate surrender, should this satisfy Your Honour.”
Hackett sat down. The judge turned to the Crown’s representative.
“Mr Richmond?”
“Unfortunately, Your Honour, we don’t know how many passports Professor Klein has. He may have an Israeli passport for all we know. And even without a passport, he has shown himself quite resourceful in crossing borders when he is really determined.”
This was a reference to Daniel’s daring escape from Egypt in a speedboat that he hired in Sharm-el-Sheikh, followed by a hair-raising underwater swim while being shot at by Egyptian border guards. At the time it had been a white-knuckle ride adventure. Then, after that, it was a moment of glory to be joyously relived. But now it was coming back to haunt him, cited as proof that he was a flight risk and thus disqualified from being released on bail.
“Do you wish to add anything Mr. Hackett.”
The defence lawyer had shot his bolt. He knew that he had no more ammunition.
“No Your Honour.”
The judge shuffled his papers and appeared to be giving the matter some thought. Finally he spoke.
“My decision is as follows. Firstly, with regard to Section 114 of the Coroners and Justice Act 2009 as written into Section 6ZA of the Bail Act 1976 by way of amendment, I am satisfied that the accused is not likely to harm anyone if released on bail. Secondly with regard to Schedule 1, Part 1, 2 sub-paragraph a, of the Bail Act, I am satisfied that the accused would surrender to his bail.”
On hearing this Daniel was beginning to get his hopes up.
“However with regard to Schedule A, Part 1, 2 sub-paragraph b of the Bail Act, namely committing an offence while on bail, it should be noted that leaving the jurisdiction of the court is an offence. And whilst the accused was not charged with such an offence on the previous occasion that he was released on bail, it is a matter of undisputed fact that he committed said offence and therefore the possibility of a repetition of the offence is a distinct possibility that cannot be ruled out.”
It was like a knife twisting in his gut. One minute it looked like he was going to be released and the next minute, the prospect of freedom was whisked away from him.
The charge of murder still held no fear for him. The case against him was obviously weak, and he had every confidence that he would be cleared when the police did the back room work that would verify his account of events. But for now it looked like he was going to be spending some time behind bars.
“The accused is therefore remanded in custody for 28 days, pending a full investigation of the defence’s exculpatory claims. In the event that the prosecution wishes to proceed with the indictment, the defence may make a further application for bail at that time.”
Chapter 26
A feeling of dejection swept over Daniel as he was escorted back to the van. The guards actually seemed quite sympathetic towards him. There was no smugness or gloating as they slammed the van door behind him. It was if they realized that this was no “toe-rag” or “scrote” living a life of crime, nor even a man who thought he was above the law, but just an ordinary man swept up in a wave of circumstances.
This did not mean that they thought he was innocent, nor on the other that he was guilty. Just that he was an ordinary man who had somehow fallen afoul of the system and who now had to adapt to it, whether it be for a few weeks, a few months or a few years.
That last did not appeal to Daniel. But then again, in his mind, it wasn’t going to happen.
What evidence have they got? I was lured into a trap and some one set the place on fire? That’s not a case!
But as he felt the van moving, he realized there was more to it than that. What about the anonymous tip-off? They couldn’t even use it. So what did they have? Suspicion — naked suspicion. That was all.
In the darkened windows of the van, he saw flashes of light and he realized that photographers were holding up cameras, taking pictures, hoping that with the flash they would be able to capture his face. But the guard had been kind enough to position him facing the other way. At the time he wondered why. Now he realized.
His mind returned to his more serious predicament. Would they be able to check out his hired car and confirm that he hadn’t siphoned off any petrol? Would they “proceed with the indictment?” Peter Hackett had told him that if they did, it could be up to seventy days before the committal hearing.
Daniel was used to living in Spartan conditions, but he didn’t relish the thought of spending nearly four months behind bars.
At least it’ll be a British prison, he tried to reassure himself.
All those movies and TV series about prison rapes in the showers in American prisons didn’t exactly appeal to him.
“Cheer up mate,” said the guard in the van. “It might never happen.”
This was the kind of perky small talk that he could well do without. However, he couldn’t help but smile. The guard evidently meant well.
Daniel closed his eyes and tried to relax, feeling himself carried along by the smooth movement of the van. But his equanimity was shattered by the sound of an explosion. He opened his eyes to see panic on the eyes of the guard and hear machine gun fire raking the van. Peering though the heavy tinted glass between the rear and the driver’s section, he saw that the windscreen was not just shattered but was no longer there and the driver and front seat guard were slumped across the dashboard, unmoving.
He heard shouts from outside and saw the guard reaching into his utility belt first for his TASER and then for his CS-spray canister. For a second, it looked as if the guard was going to use them on Daniel himself. But then the guard turned to the door. There was a second explosion, but this one was much louder than the first — and more damaging. It smashed the double doors from their hinges and sent them flying, still locked together into the passenger cabin, smashing into the guard and slamming him against the partition between the cabin and the driver’s seat.
Daniel too was hit by it, but he turned away just as it happened and because he was further in, the impact was much less severe. It slammed hard into his left arm and shoulder with a powerful thump, causing a throbbing pain that lingered. But it was muscle pain. The door had impacted upon his flesh, but none of his bones were broken.
And it was then that Daniel found himself facing a most extraordinary sight. For standing outside the van, looking straight at him was an extremely tall, bearded man in the black costume of an ultra-orthodox Jewish sect.