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PROLOGUE

My name is James Miles and I'm a convicted drug smuggler.

That's something that's quite hard to say.

I don't expect or want any sympathy from you. I did the crime, and served the time. I had it coming and took it on the chin. I knew the risks. So did my partner in crime, Paul Loseby. We were just two young dreamers from Leicester until we agreed to try and smuggle ten kilos of cocaine into Britain from Venezuela. I was just eighteen and Paul twenty-one, but our innocence was erased forever by what we saw in some of the world's most brutal jails. And as for Venezuela? We didn't even know where it was. Neither of us had even been abroad before. We didn't even own passports.

I know drugs are wrong and some people might think supplying them is as bad as murder itself. I'm not stupid. But whatever you think of our crime, nobody should have to go through what we experienced.

We served four years in Venezuelan jails: an existence where every minute of every day was lived in