TRAPPED IN A MASONIC WORLD

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heat, he was all over me like a rash, all of a sudden I was his best mate and he couldn‘t help me enough.
We weren‘t having any shitty prison/cell food, as he splashed out on an Indian takeaway. He let me
witness my ex, brother and father being released, - though little did he realise, - but I was soon to drop a
bombshell right on him.
We began to talk, and I told him about my involvement, I told him I was only handling the Giro‘s and
arranging the cashing up of them, I had no knowledge of the ‗murder‘ or the ‗armed robbery‘ they were
referring too, in fact this was the first time I had heard about the history of the Giro‘s. Apparently three
years prior to the parcel of ―blank‖ Giro cheques being handed over to me, they were stolen in an armed
robbery, and whereas the Securicor guard who was delivering them to a local Social Security office, was
shot dead in the commotion of the theft. I nearly fainted when I heard where they came from, and even
more so how they were obtained. He told me he wasn‘t really interested in me, as he knew I wasn‘t
involved in the armed robbery or murder, but he wanted me to tell him where I got them, and who from. I
knew the road he was trying to take me down, and said again I could in no way tell them anything in
respects to what they wanted to hear from me, - as I would have simply be killed.
I said I had already done my part by handing over the £500,000 worth of blank Giro‘s, and; ―What
about my deal for immunity‖, I asked. And this is when he replied: ―Deal, what deal, the police don‘t do
deals with criminals‖. He went on to say; ―...right if you‘re going to play that game, I‘m sending officers
to go and get your father and brother again, but this time they‘ll be accompanied with your mother‖. And
this is when I had no other choice but to play one of my ace cards. I told him to go and ask the officer who
I met in Finsbury park, and ask him if he remembers what he told me, which was: ―...you lot could pretend
they found ‗their‘ fingerprints..., as they could plant someone‘s fingerprints on something they‘ve never
touched before‖. I then explained to him that the conversation was recorded on audio tape, and that the
master copy was with my solicitors. He seemed to go grey in the face, and stood there glaring at me, when
he roared: ―You‘re fucking bluffing McCann‖, he then spun around slamming the cell door so hard, the
dust from the surrounding brickwork and frame came out like puffs of smoke.
Some day‘s had passed and I was still being held under incommunicado, [when held in
‗incommunicado‘, it gives the police the right to not reveal your whereabouts, even to your own solicitor if
they so wished], and though I was unaware of it at that time, my solicitors offices were broken into, - and
who were convinced it was connected to the police looking for the ‗tape recording‘, as nothing was stolen.
They didn‘t get the copy of the tape, as it wasn‘t there anyway. So we furnished them with a copy of the
taped conversation, that indeed confirmed the remarkable comments made by the police officer admitting
to be able to pretend to find, or plant someone‘s fingerprints on an object not touched by that person
before, - and that‘s how it came to light and when it dawned on them how dangerously powerful this kind
of evidence really was. – When; ‗Bingo‘! No longer was my case in the hands of H.M. Treasury or
Scotland Yard‘s SFO. As there were IRA cases taking place in the High Courts, whilst they still had me in
custody, - this evidence I had in my possession would have blown these political minefields clean out of
the water, as well causing great embarrassment to the government of the day, bringing into question the
integrity of our legal system as a whole, the further scrutiny of ‗dubious forensic evidence‘, from cases
both present and the past, - as well as the entire the police force being placed under a microscope
themselves. So from stage left, and out of the wings and from behind the curtains, - whomever it is that
‗takes-over‘ such cases of ‗national security‘, the Crown Prosecution Service [CPS], were told/advised not
to let my case go any further.
This incredibly powerful evidence I had in my possession, [which is still in safe keeping with my
solicitor, and copies with other people], got me off a crime, which would have seen me sentenced to at
least 6 to 8 years, or probably much longer, - for all the aggravation I caused. And as I‘ve said, the CPS
deemed the case ‗Nolle prosequi‘, due to the sensitivity of it, and the reasons it was judged;―not in the
public interest‖, and didn‘t make in front of a judge and jury. Though my case was held ―in-camera‖,
with a judge, me, one other, and my QC, - and that certain legalities were put into place, i.e. we had
conditions imposed, with the threat of ‗the case‘ being kept ‗on-file‘, that if I/we were to breech our
conditions of being granted immunity, - then there was the possibility the CPS could pursue the matter
again if they so wished.
And let‘s not forget here, they, HM Treasury, didn‘t really give a toss about recovering the money, and
there‘s no way in a million years I would have been granted immunity, and with it being upheld by the
police, - as was soon proved to be the case when they did re-arrested me, [prior to being granted
immunity], and then did renege on ‗our deal‘, - denying such a deal ever took place to begin with. They
were now saying they‘d recovered the £500,000 worth of blank Giro‘s from under my old bed at my
parent‘s home, when no such thing whatsoever happened like this. I in fact handed over the Giro‘s in a