After a few days I was transferred to a cell with another inmate, it was a little more bearable, and a lot more privacy. The cells were small and had a bucket for going to the toilet, it was pretty awful. Once I was in the general population, we were allowed out all day unlike UK jails where everyone is locked up all day. There was Gaetano’s playing guitar, singing and clapping in every courtyard, on the outside it all looked very sociable but there were a lot of undercurrents, and always trouble with fights breaking out regularly.
May 10th 1991 Transferred to Granada Old Prison:
When I arrived at Granada Prison I was treated completely different, I had a cell right away, there were Brigades at Granada just like Malaga, they were both old jails, Granada was a lot more relaxed, all the Gaetanos were in the brigades and all the foreign prisoners were all kept in the same place.
When I first got there I was put in a cell with a captain from the Army called Salvador, he showed me the ropes and was a trusted prisoner by the functionaries and so my cell was not locked most the time. He was the guy who introduced me to smoking Marijuana, I had only smoked it a couple of times before because everyone on tour in bands smoked joints with tobacco in and I was always sick when I smoked one, so I never did until Granada Prison.
There they introduced me to smoking it raw using various methods, one called the Cubo (Bucket) where you would use a plastic water bottle with the base cut off, and put the Marijuana on bottle top cap that had tin foil on, you would light the stuff with the bottle submerged then slowly lift it up drawing air through the cap and into the bottle, so the bottle was full of thick smoke.
Then you would take of the cap put your mouth round the cap hole and plunge the bottle in the water forcing all the marijuana out the top in to your lungs, it was brutal, first time I did it I had whats called a white out, and went as white as a sheet, Salvador called the doctor who gave me a shot, it never happened again just the first time, you would be stoned instantly!
After that I learnt several ways to do it without tobacco, one would be making a Moroccan pipe out of a yogurt top and a magazine cover and a piece of bin liner, roll up the magazine, tight, cut off the ends, roll the yogurt top round one end of the pipe and then wrap the bin liner round the whole thing to keep it in place, heat it with a lighter to seal it all, instant pipe! My favourite was to use a Coca-Cola can, you just put a few small holes on the can and that would act as a grill, then you just suck through the normal hole easy and simple! All drugs were readily available in all the Spanish jails all the time.
This image is the foreigners wing, it was always quiet and no trouble. There were a few memorable incidents on this wing, one time a guy set his cell on fire on the upper floor the functionary ran upstairs to let him out the guy ran out the cell and straight over the railings and killed himself I was awful to see and witness.
On another occasion a guy climbed up the railings on this image to the top and refused to come down, and when challenged by the functionaries he jumped and died from the fall.
The cell I was in, top second from the right on this picture all the time I was in Granada prison. This was the patio I would spend all day on most days, when I was not working.
The Patio and cell in Granada Prison:
Soon after I arrived I was offered a job in the Economato (supermarket), I worked in the office ordering stuff for all the inmates and various shops around the prison. I was told there was a music studio on the upper floors so I applied to go there and was put in charge of it, it had guitars and a piano and a four track tape and old mixing desk, so I would spend time up there playing with a few other inmates. This is looking from the studio door, at the end of the corridor was the exit to the prison, the door at the bottom left was my office where I ran the economato. I was not locked up in Granada except late at night as I was working all the time or in the studio. There was a guy called Goyo who was a civilian who came into the prison to do art and music with the inmates, he got me the studio job and helped me out.
As I was out of my cell all the time, I was one of the only people to come in contact with the ETA prisoners. These were Spanish Basque separatists, they were in for very serious offences one guy went into a Guardia Civil station with a machine gun and killed everybody in there, getting shot 7 times himself, another guy would plant bombs under the cars of police and government officials, they were serious guys and always real friendly to me. They were kept under a strict regime, and prison security watched them all the time. I spent many hours with them, they offered to blow up the judge in my case for 50,000 pounds, they weren’t joking!
They all knew when something was going to happen, I was told the day before a bomb went off outside the Seville prison that it would happen, I did not know where just that the following day there would be an attack. They communicated using braiding, they would braid patterns into cloth and send the cloth to others, it would always go through Madrid security but they never figured out that it was a language, they were smart guys.
They were treated pretty poorly by the guards, as they were the enemy, there was always friction, and they would shout abuse at each other. Where my cell was it overlooked a guard tower where a Guardia civil officer would be night and day with a machine gun, in my cell window in the metal bars there was a bullet dent where a guard once shot at a prisoner trying to escape.
On one particular day the Guardia civil guy was passing comments back and two with the guy who shot all the Guardia civil officers at the station, it was getting very heated. This is an image of the tower and where the Guardia Civil officer would sit. Once the Guardia Civil guy was sufficiently wound up, the ETA terrorist let it go quite and then called out an address, the Guard left the tower and there was a big fuss in the prison.
What the ETA guy had done was shout out the Guardia Civil officer’s home address! These were not guys to mess with or take lightly!
A week later an officer was shot through the windscreen of his car outside the prison, we never found out if it was the guard but we never saw him again.
I could have escaped from Granada any time I liked, I was allowed between the walls as part of my job to unload vehicles that brought products for the Economato, the gate was open and I could have just run off there was no one to stop me.
One day a buzz went round the prison that some big hitter terrorists were coming in for a few days or weeks, and we set up the isolation cells where they were to be kept. During their stay they bribed a guard at the prison to allow them to escape. The next day there was a hole in the Isolation Cell wall and they had gone, I know they used a chemical to dissolve the cement in the wall, so there was no noise, they crossed right in front of the Guardia Civil on Two towers who supposedly did not see them, as they went over the outside wall, the terrorist broke his leg, he hobbled to a local hospital got treated and then disappeared.
All hell broke loose after this, many of the guards and functionaries were sacked, the minister of prisons arrived with a team, it was lock down for weeks until they left, as far as I know they never re captured the guy.
This article is of that escape:
For one and a half years I wrote to the judge in the case more than 30 times as well as requesting to the prison authorities more than 50 times that the judge should come to see me because I could give information about the case, I got no reply and no investigation was done. During this whole time Jayne was visiting and helping me she was amazing and did a great job copying letters and keeping all the receipts for the registered letters.
27th December 1991 Transferred to Malaga Old Jail:
I went straight into the foreigners Brigade; I was there to have a court hearing of some type. Then i was to be transferred back to Granada. While i was at Malaga old jail the prison was closed and i was transferred to the new Malaga Jail, Alhaurin de la Torre i was the first person on Module 4 the foreigners on remand holding modules. Everything was brand new with hot showers. During the transfer there was over a hundred prisoners transferred and we were taken on a coach handcuffed to the seats, with army lining the road all the way to the new jail with helicopters hovering over the coaches, it was all meant to be very intimidating.
While I was at the prison I got a very odd visit, it was from a woman called Linda Lamon, she told me that she wanted to help me re press and help getting me out she was supposed to be a journalist. She told me on that visit that she had a message from Jack Trickett she said he said to tell you that it was nothing to do with them, meaning the QSG, I did not think anything of it at the time but looking back, why would you say anything, they were the only ones who said it was not them!
With all the stuff that went on in the UK re the QSG and then the incident at Dukes bar, and Barry Unwin introducing me to Morrissey from the QSG and Barry Unwin providing explosives for the IRA which the QSG are documented to have done, add to this Alan Wilcox bringing in IRA drug money, it all links together!
Add to this that Stewart Nicolson gave a statement against me saying I did the murder and I told him this and at the same time told the judge I was a member of the QSG, why would he even say that, and it turned out he was a member of the British Drug Mafia. There are a lot of indicators that the QSG were involved. In the UK some years later I was asked to speak to Ian Flood by a worker in my home right out of the blue, he said hes not as bad as his farther was. Ian Flood is in the QSG too, it all points at their involvement.
6th January 1992 Transferred Alhaurin de la Torre Malaga New Jail:
Once at the new prison we had a lot more freedom and it was a lot better than the old Malaga jail, it had cafes on each module and a small supermarket so you could get anything you needed easily compared to the previous regime where you would have to put an estancia /form in to get even small items at the old Malaga prison.
6th January 1992 Transferred Alhaurin de la Torre Malaga New Jail:
The images above are the foreigners module at the new Malaga Prison and my cell was the last one on the right
Upon my arrival at the New Malaga Jail a guy from London quickly latched on to me Stewart Slade he was the Module Barber (I later found out he was part of the British Drugs Mafia), we spent many days talking and walking round the patio, he told me everything about his case and his connections, i think to try and gain my trust. I have never spoken about my case to anyone other than the judge and inspector in my case and that stopped when i found out that they were married and that was clearly a conflict of interests.
Stewart Slade was on remand for 500,000 ecstasy tablets that he was caught with, he told me he was working for the British Drug Mafia, and that the tabs belonged to the Amsterdam mafia. He had received a petition fiscal (a document that is put forward to the judge by the prosecutor with a recommendation of sentence) asking that he serve 13 years in jail for his part in the Mafia drug ring. He knew everyone and everyone trusted him, it was hard to believe looking back that so many tough and smart guys could be infiltrated by their own, so easy, becoming an enemy so convincingly and thoroughly without their knowledge. Stewart Slade was a Super Grass!
He was trying to impress me by the size of drug shipments that he was involved in and the size of his organization, this went on all the time in Spanish jail, it was all about drugs, something i knew nothing about until i went to jail in Spain. In the course of chatting a name came up that pricked my interest, Stewart said that one of the members of his mob had been to jail for 15 years for smuggling 10 tons of hash from India on a ship and had been caught.
His name was Kevin Concanon, this name had been given to me by several people in Granada prison as the person in charge of the British Drug Mafia operation that had put nearly all the UK guys in prison in Granada and that were involved in my case. As I had been moved around from one prison to another I gathered all the names of the foreign prisoners and linked them all together, speaking with each one in turn and finding out how they were recruited and by who, several names always came up, Kevin Concanon was always the person they were introduced to as the head of the British drug Mafia.
Names of some of the people I spoke to were, Richard Boag, Julian Fedder, Russle John Williams, Roy Lewis, Dean Rosser and ten others, all who had been to visit Kevin in Javea where the QSG were based and the British Drug Mafias operations center in Spain at that time.
They had many businesses in Javea, night clubs, the Javea Hotel which was a Masons Lodge that Kevin and Chris Fairfax Kevins right hand man were in together along with some other top British Drug mafia guys, and they had dinner with the Vice Consul another Mason! They were all dealing with MI6 via the Masons lodges.
They used and owned a company called Terrys car rentals which was a mafia run business and building, then they would be sent on a drugs run from the costa del sol to Javea and all were caught on route, there was a strong rumor at Granada that they were being deliberately set up to take the fall for small amounts of hash movements to appease the police so they could move larger amounts without interference from the police. In other words the Mafia were recruiting people to grass them up for small shipments to appease the police while they moved the real stuff! I later found out that Kevin sister was married to a Guardia Civil captain and thats how they were grassing up all the poor UK lads dragged into the drugs game with the promise of big money and set up from the start by the British Grass Mafia emm I mean British Drugs Mafia!
I mentioned this to Stewart and he explained to me that this was a normal procedure, if the police did not get enough busts they would start pressurizing the real work, he went on to say that it was normal for the police to be paid off and that the drugs they seized would often be sold back to the Mafia and reused. So my introduction to the international drug trafficking Mafia was that they were all grasses when it suited, i was very confused because in the UK jail it was an unforgivable sin to grass, yet all the same people in Spain did it as part of their daily operations, welcome to the real world!
Stewart had other ideas, he and a guy from Holland called Leo Olderman were trying to get their sentences reduced by grassing up fellow inmates. They were doing it to anyone they could get information on, i shared a cell with Stewart briefly and went through all his papers and found the information, statements to courts and officials at the prison. I said nothing to anyone as it was dangerous enough in there and i was an outsider and none Mafia affiliated.
I just got a different cell, he was in the Mafia, something that i knew nothing about and everyone said they were not to be messed with. He became the patio barber with his own little room for cutting peoples hair, giving him the opportunities to gain peoples confidence and extract information as well as getting paid for it. He was haggard looking from what looked like years of drug abuse. He was given his job by the senior functionary, obviously to put him in a good position to gain information not only to try and get his sentenced reduced but also to find out who was planning to escape or cause unrest.
I had not had any opportunity to speak to the judge in my case, or put any information forwards apart from my initial statement, so i came up with a great idea, i would tell Stewart Slade information the judge did not know, information that was sensational regarding my case, information that if it proved true might help free him if he gave me up to the authorities. Of course Stewart did not know i knew he would tell them. So i played a game with him and the authorities to get them to talk to me again.
The next day after telling Stewart the information i wanted him to grass me up on, he was taken from Malaga, he told me it was for his case, I later found out it was to give a statement about me to the courts in Marbella. It had the desired effect for me, within 48 hours the judge in my case was at the prison with my lawyer (if you could call him that!) and her husband the inspector. I enjoyed watching and listening to them thinking they had something over me that i did not know about, after a few minutes i told them that i had set Stewart up because the courts had no right ignoring me when they knew i was innocent just because i would not put up with their treatment of me and because I escaped the Arresto Municipal.
I used this evidence I gave the judge to force them to investigate the case, but by this time everyone had left Spain, Wilcox paid £30,000 pounds to the judge and was set free.
I was moved out of Malaga and back to Granada straight away after the mafia realized I was on to them and they tried to get me in the showers. I have a copy of the statements to the court grassing me up from Stuart Slade, from that moment on the British Drug Mafia were my enemy. (they had been before I just did not know it).
Manuel Linares Abagado Note that i had the Judge Dona Blancas Private Number as i was a witness.
A note on the lawyer that attended this meeting:
His name was Manuel Linnares he spoke English and the judge had got him to be my lawyer after countless complaints from me that I had no representation, I later found out (after I left prison) that he represented all Alan Wilcoxs business interests in Spain (Alan Wilcox is the guy who killed Tor and launders money for the IRA with the British Drug Mafia) So I was set up by the judge with a bent Mafia lawyer!
After one and a half years I was approached in prison by the functionary/secretary from court number 4 in Marbella who had been sent to prison for being part of the judicial mafia corruption that was and still is going on at that building, he told me that the judge and police inspector in the case were in fact married to each other and they had colluded in framing me for the crime, he also pointed out to me that the papers from the court that were holding me in prison had been falsified and were illegal.
I had the documents checked and it was true and I hold these documents now that prove corruption by both the judge and the inspector in the case, both were later confronted in Spain with a lawyer and forced to sign documents for a comparison to the forged documents and it turned out to be that the police inspector (head of the Marbella international crime squad for Interpol) had signed court documents to keep me in jail when I should have been released, which was a serious criminal offence in Spain carrying a mandatory prison sentence, his wife was shocked (the judge).
I remained in custody for two and a half years with the occasional visit from the Judge by way of a remand hearing. She then advised me that she would be releasing me. She said she did not think that there was any evidence against me but there might be a basis for an allegation of handling stolen goods (to do with the stuff Alan Wilcox and Roy Rochelle gave me in the black case) but she said as it was under duress it was not likely to count and with time served I would be free of any charge for escaping the Aresto Municipal.
Transferred to Granada Old Prison September 21st 1992:
As soon as i got back to Granada i spoke with the UK lads one by one and told them what Stewart had told me and that what we had discussed re them being set up was probably true, from that moment on Roy Lewis was determined to tell the authorities what he knew of the Kevin Concanon mafia operation and asked me what he should do. I told him to try and get compensation from the drug ring as Russell Williams was doing (he and his family were receiving regular payments from the British Drug Mafia and regularly flew out to Spain o visit him). Roy was told he would not receive any money and thats when he decided to grass the drugs ring up to get a lighter sentence.
Roy then wrote out everything he knew about the people who had got him into this position and started piecing together who else was with the drug mafia in other jails and building a profile to help his case and at the same time he hoped it would get him off the charges. I did not talk to anyone about this, because as far as i was concerned the British Drug Mafia had grassed me up as well as all these other lads. The drug mafia network proved to be very widespread; Conannon was moving drugs on planes from Alicante Airport all over Europe and from Tenerife to the UK.
Roy was then suddenly moved to Jaen Prison, so I contacted the Judge and got her to move me to the same prison.
Transferred to Jaen Prison: September 23rd 1992 to October 5th 1993 When I was Released without charge or bail money.
Roy got his family in the UK to contact the police at Guildford and Roy was to send his info to Charlie, thats all i knew about that arrangement. He did do it, and had visits at the prison from MI6 Liaison Officers. The most notable being Charles Formby the grandson of George Formby the entertainer. If anyone doubts that Roy did this i have it written out in his own handwriting, the original! I passed this letter out on a visit to Jayne for Roy and instructed Jayne to open it and photocopy it and send the photocopy on and keep the original. At Jaen I was put in charge of the Economato within a few days.
At some point in Jaen the word went round that i was a grass, I was told that is had come from some new guys that had arrived from Malaga, Stewart Slade had realised he had been duped because the judge refused to help him and for all i know she told him how he had been used. So in fear he would be found out as a grass he spread the word all round Malaga that i had grassed him up, and then it arrived at Jaen. I had no idea how to handle this so i just ignored it to start with. Everyone stopped talking to me for fear of being labelled the same.
Everyone except Roy Lewis, this is where Roy took his chance to deflect any possibility of him being caught for grassing up the British Drug Mafia. Unknown to me at this time, Roy had told the mafia that i had grassed them up, and this coupled with Stewarts claims made them believe it. No one ever thought to ask me, this is how pathetic they are! I had grassed no one up, and their own, were at will, giving evidence to the authorities. What happened next was unforgivable by me to the mafia, and where ever i see the filth from then on i would stamp on it, with no respect because they do not deserve any.
The judge in the case told me that a guy wrote to her from Malaga Prison called Stewart Nicholson, he said I had told him that I was a member of the QSG and that I had told him I had done the murder, the judge had this guy checked out and found out he was part of the British Drug Mafia she was investigating. This statement kept me in prison for six months longer. As I had given evidence against this British Mafia faction it was clear it was a false statement from the start. But this again implicates the QSG and the British drug Mafia.
Roy had a girlfriend Tina Parfiti who all of a sudden moved over to Spain and started to help him, regular visits and money, this was the mafia money he had got for selling me out, and it was him all the time, the British Drug Mafia are laughable. All the top people are MI6 Grasses and i can prove it!
Tina started to take Jayne out and she eventually ended up seeing a Guy who imported clothing from Turkey, Tina set this up with the British drug Mafia and they taunted me in jail about it. Jayne had no idea. Once I worked it out I explained it to her and it turned out the guy was Turkish Drug Mafia bringing in heroin in the shoulder pads of the cloths he imported. He was hanging around at Ronnies Bar. He was part of a heroin smuggling operation, one of his mafia a guy called Ishmael was with me in Jaen. It was part of their sick revenge because they thought I had grassed them up when all along it was their own guys and I was not involved. Until they did this. After this I was going to destroy them at any cost. Ronnie knight knew what was going on as did others in the British drug Mafia, Ronnies bar was the central intelligence of the British Drug Mafia, every deal would go through there, the Moroccan Mafia were in there every day facilitating deals. All the Mafias moving drugs were all working together back then and even more so now.
I wrote time and time again to the Court but was simply ignored. I was trying to tell them that the offence was nothing to do with me and that I had other information that could help them solve the crime but they never replied. There was no sign of a charge of any kind. I kept sending documents to the Judge outlining various points that I think that the investigation did not cover and ones that I hoped would make them see sense that I was nothing to do with it.
This was my Module in Jaen This was my cell in Jaen
I learnt that Barry Unwin had just got out of gaol in Spain in relation to another murder only two weeks before the death of Tor. I also learnt that he apparently supplied explosives to the IRA and did eleven years in Dartmoor prison for it. I further learnt that Mr Alan Wilcox was accustomed to paying his way out of trouble. The Judge described him as an International money launderer who had previously been arrested for trying to launder half a million pounds for the IRA. I further heard that Colin was involved in cocaine importation and Roy Rochelle was also involved in murder in the UK under the name Edwin Letts.
It dragged on for another year by which time I had managed to get the undersecretary for state to intervene, Mark Lennox Boyd who got things moving through Madrid and I wrote to the judicial authorities in Madrid regarding the fraudulent documents. I had got the British Embassy involved plus the Undersecretary of state Mark Lennox Boyd and a lot of the newspapers took up my case. Other rock musicians that I knew were doing benefit gigs in order to try and get me released.
While in prison I had been given a new identity namely Charles Axon for my protection. Whilst in the prison I was held in a special unit as it was clear to the Spanish Home Office that these English guys who were co-accused Mafia were trying to get at me, they were part of a drug mafia and were involved with the IRA laundering money from drugs buying up Spanish properties. As soon as pressure was applied to the judge I was released without any charges and was told there would never be any. Two and a half years in jail for nothing!
Release From Prison October 5th 1993
On the night I was released, it took 7 hours to get out, they got the notice through and gave it to me and I was told to pack my stuff im going, then they could not get back in touch with the court for confirmation, Jayne and John Prince were outside for about 12 hours. I was met outside by Jayne who had stuck with the whole mess for two and a half years of nightmare on her own, and John Prince from the Manchester Evening News, along with some other press in the carpark outside Jaen Prison.
John Prince took this picture
That night we set of to Fuengirola in the car with John Prince and Jayne, Jayne had moved there as its the only place she could get work to keep herself with some money, we went to Ronnie Knights bar to have a drink and talk about the case. Jayne was working at Ronnie Knights bar to get through making money, but as I mentioned earlier there were more sinister motives here, Ronnie at this point did not know I knew so it was all smiles! I would soon knock the smile right of his face and end his reign on the Costa Del Sol. Also at Ronnies that night was the Turkish weasel heroin trafficker that the drug mafia put in to Jayne to try and split us up, we just ignored him.
Shortly after getting out, I was at a bar called Rio Sol, it was in the apartment we were living in when I got out, there was a knock at the door, an MI6 agent asked us to go down to the bar for a chat, I got ready went down and there was a man and woman, the woman was Norwegian Intelligence service, they told me some information they thought I should know to help me investigate the case. The woman told me she had identified Tors remains and that he was in fact a night club owner from Norway who was buying cocaine on the costa del sol and trafficking it to Norway where he distributed it through his night clubs most likely Norwegian mafia. They, like the judge, believed that he was involved with a deal with the British Drug Mafia and he reneged or tried to get a better price by going around them direct and they killed him for it. It was an odd meeting but it helped me understand with other information I had what went on.
My Recruitment to MI6 Intelligence:
During my time in prison towards the end I decided to get the help of MI6 to help me with the case. I started to work for them gathering intelligence on the British Drugs Mafia. MI6 were investigating crime on an international level in Spain and elsewhere, crime that was perpetrated by English criminals. I communicated with guys called Paul Studley and Toby Childs at MI6, I was introduced to these guys by Charles Formby from the Seville Consulate. I had also given information to the English and Spanish police while in jail, as soon as I realised that the British Drug Mafia set me yup I decided to go after them.
This is a Telegram from the Seville consulate to set up a meeting with me and MI6. Charles Formby (Son of famous musician George Formby) came to meet me and gave me the telegram. I was given my Senior Liaison Officers details for contact, Paul Studley and Liaison Officer Toby Childs, both MI6 Agents, i asked and confirmed at the meeting that they worked for MI6. I was told they were but it would be best in communications to call them Liaison officers. The name on the telegram was the name I was given by the courts for my protection while I was in prison, it was my Grandads name.
The Judge Dona Esther Blanca Diez:
Within a few days of my release I went to the court in Marbella and got the court to copy all the case documents, every letter all the evidence and court papers including all the forensic work that had been done.
I was told by the judge at this meeting that she had talked with the fiscal and that there would be no charges brought against me. They wanted me to stay in Spain as a witness to try and convict the British Drug Mafia members that were involved in the crime.
I found out from the judge that she was expecting to get a four year prison sentence for dereliction of duty and some other charges that her staff had brought against her. The judge has since been cleared of that and for her part in a judicial mafia on corruption charges relating to giving casino licences out to the Mafia, thats what we were told.
I always found the judge to be a good person, she was under outside pressures that we were not aware of, for sure they are corrupt, she was suspended from being a judge while I was in prison thats why my case was left hanging, it had all been a corrupt miscarriage and travesty of justice.
Judge Dona Blanca Esther Diez who started work in 1988 at the age of 27 as a judge was from northern Asturias region, was temporarily suspended Age 31. She was subjected to a routine inspection In April 1992.
In 1993 the Judge Blanca sent the court functionary Jaun Ramirez known to some of his business associates as El Flaco, meaning Skinny (daughter judge Pilar Ramirez, Marbella, and uncle Abogado Jaun Carlos Ramirez of Balbo) to prison, on corruption charges relating to the fraudulent sale of a Marbella Casino, she ordered his phone tapped after allegations were made they revealed connections with Jose-Luis Manzanares, Vice President of the GCPJ, upon his release a Marbella judge he denounced the judge Blanca Esther Diez, while in prison he spoke to me and told me of the corruption of Blanca Esther Diez and her Husband Inspector Jimanez Lomas. Was he covering himself or was it the Judge? A police officer in my case also accused the judge of corruption and told me she was trying to frame me. Jaun Ramirez had a long term friend that used to translate for him in British cases, she was the key witness in the 1988 SAS killings of three IRA Terrorists in Gibraltar
In February 1994 the TSJA Suspended the judge pending a hearing On 14/03/1994 at the TSJA in Granada, at that hearing she became the first judge in modern history to be found guilty she was sentenced to one year suspension and ordered to pay 100,000 pesetes, for the crime of revealing court secrets and documents and dereliction of duty. At the trial Judge Dona Blanca Esther Diez accused the President of the High Court of Andalusia, Manuel Rodriguez Lopez, by error or omission of being complicit in the judicial mafia of Marbella.
A year and a half later she was subjected to an extraordinary inspection, it was found that the delay in her processing and disposition of cases had increased dramatically. The disciplinary committee said the delay was due to the neglect of the judge, because the workload was not excessive and the staff level was appropriate. The prosecutor asked she be suspended for a year.
The Judge issued 64 civil judgments in 1992, and 38 civil judgements in 1993, in many cases spending over a year from when a case was started to when the ruling was concluded. She was also not completing criminal cases and in many cases not signing court documents.
1/ El Pais Newspaper by Jorge l. Soria - 04/12/1993
Judge Dona Blanca Esther Diez, accused the Marbella courts of corruption over the sale of casino licences in Marbella. She was Suspended by TSJA (Tribunal Superior De Justicia de Andalucia) because of a complaint filed by the clerk of the court in Marbella Jaun Ramirez is considered sufficient evidence of criminal behaviour.
One charge of Prevarication and crimes against civil rights.
Two Charges of Prevarication and disclosure of secret summary and coercion.
2/ El Pais Newspaper by Agustin Yanal - Wednesday 03/05/1995
The full council of the Judiciary (CGPJ) met to decide if the judge Dona Blanca Esther Diez of court number 4 Marbella, if she repeatedly and unreasonably delayed her work. the Judge denounced the existence of corruption in the Marbella courts.
Four members of the Permanent commission of the CGPJ have proposed the full punishment that the Judge, by a very serious failure, should be fined 50,000 pesetes.
In 2003 the Judge was appointed as head of criminal court number 2 in Seville