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Pictured above is paedophile and murderer Leslie Patrick Bailey, who participated in the sexual abuse and killing of young boys in June 1984 and November 1985, although it is suspected that he partook in many more. Operating alongside infamous child predator Sidney Cooke and numerous other men, it has been anticipated that their gang had managed to victimise over 25 male children up until their capture.

Bailey was convicted for his involvement in the murders of two boys. In June 1984, 7 year old Mark Tildesley was lured away from a funfair by Cooke, with the promise of sweets. He was then taken to a secluded caravan where he was strangled by Bailey, Cooke and co-conspirator Lennie Smith. The three men then proceeded to sexually abuse the young boy, although his body was never found. Bailey was the only one out of the three who confessed to the crime. However, he only pleaded guilty to manslaughter in 1992. Both Cooke and Smith avoided the consequences for this murder, as their conviction relied too greatly just on Bailey’s testimony against them.

In November 1985, the body of young Jason Swift was found dumped in a rural Essex field- he too had been severely sexually assaulted and suffocated. The coroner’s report also revealed that he had been heavily drugged. The police suspected Cooke’s gang, and a raid of his apartment identified that Jason had been there. However, no member of the gang would accept culpability and instead resorted to blaming each other. Ultimately, the evidence extracted from the gang’s premises was only enough to convict the men on grounds of manslaughter.

Sidney Cooke was sentenced to serve 16 years for manslaughter in 1989 as a result of his crimes, but was paroled in 1998. However, the emergence of up to 18 more sex offences in 1999 earned him two life sentences, for which he now remains imprisoned at the age of 89. While serving his time for manslaughter, Leslie Bailey was killed by two other inmates in 1993 at Whitemoor Prison. They had learned the nature of Bailey’s child related crimes, which led them to beat and strangle him to death.

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