I suppose it would be unfair to use his full name, although why he should be protected is anybodies guess. Still, we’ll refer to him as simply Alan.
He was probably what you would call a lovable rogue, but his charm and usual good manners had worn extremely thin. This latest deed had definitely shown him in his true colours.
Sometimes I feel ashamed to let people know that he is actually my brother . I have grown tired of forever making excuses to other members of the family, especially Mum and Dad, who are actually quite old now. He thinks he can wrap them around his little manipulative fingers, even though he has just done a spell in one of Her Majesty’s prisons.
This recent escapade happened as he once more decided to grace us with his presence sometime last year. He had sauntered into London, letting us know that he was arriving at one of the main railway centres. Forever the individual, he proceeded to worm himself into our society.
At first everything seemed cosy. He had managed to get himself a job in the bank nearby and we all thought that for once, Alan had seen the light. Maybe at last he would settle down and behave with a bit of maturity. He smarmily manoeuvred himself into a position of trust whereby all around him had implicit faith in his character They trusted his judgement and never once questioned his new found authority. More fool them! Was there only me who could see what he was doing?
His head was probably turned on that particular day when he escorted me around the city. He seemed to be overwhelmed by the wealth of some parts of fashionable London. His head was forever swayed to the luxuries of life.
“One day I’ll own property like this” he said as he gazed at the high-rise apartment blocks. I remember laughing in his face. I also remember that mean twisted look that contorted his narrowing eyes. It was then that I knew that Alan was on a slippery slope to nowhere.
As time went by he began dealing in property. Nothing big to start with, just little bits of old derelict slums. He would brag to Mum and Dad about how he was going to be a big tycoon. I hated the change in him and wanted to tell everybody that he was up to no good.
I couldn’t at first understand where he was getting the money from to finance his deals although he always had a ready answer. At one time I suspected that he was actually, somehow, getting it from our parents although this proved to be unfounded. I knew Mum and Dad didn’t have the sort of money he was now trading with.
It was apparent that the money was coming from somewhere else. I had always been taught by my parents to be honest. Why could they not see that their younger son was caught in the underworld of crime?
There was only one thing left to do. I resolved to keep an eye on all the activities of my brother and then confront him with my findings. Was it possible that I could get him back on the straight and narrow? I calculated how much legitimate money was coming his way from the bank. I then inspected his portfolio of property rentals and mortgage payouts.
It seemed to take ages but I was determined to get to the bottom of it.
I noticed that he liked to take great risks as though he wasn’t bothered about loosing his ill-gotten gains. He also had a certain amount of luck that all would-be criminals have. He even managed to be fortunate with small windfalls from competitions that he went in for.
There was no way that any of this accounted for his improved wealth.
It so happened that all my close scrutiny of him came to nothing. For a time I thought I might as well give up but it was then that Lady Luck decided to go against him.
His gambling had reached new heights and it was this that proved to be one of his downfalls. Not that it curtailed his seedy transactions. But the cards had well and truly turned against him.
Suffice to say that he found himself in jail for some trivial going-ons.
We all visited him and Mum and Dad even proposed buying his town house off him. He just smiled and resigned himself to his fate.
“I’ll not be in here long” he sneered as if he knew something we didn’t.
True to his word he was out in no time. The only difference now was that I had managed to find out where the money was coming from.
I decided to keep quiet until the appropriate time, the time when I could show the world what a mean and corrupt person he really was. The only problem was that I was going to shop my own brother . Mind you, I wouldn’t say we were very close, even if there was only a few years between us. I knew he’d do the same to me.
In no time at all the opportunity arose. I stood up in front of Mum, Dad and Alan and blurted out the words.
“He’s been stealing from the bank for ages!”
Mum and Dad stared at me in disbelief. It was so out of character but the truth had to come out.
Alan dropped the two five hundred red notes to the floor.
“That’s the last time I’m being Banker” said six year old Alan as he pushed over the Monopoly board and stormed out of the living room!