The Worst Weekend.

On the Tuesday, two days after he’d left, the PIGS came back and they had a warrant to search the premises.  There wasn’t much point, because they didn’t find anything in the house.  But there was something in the garden, it must have been important because as soon as they found it they were off trying to track him down.  I went outside after they had gone to see what they found, but they had cleaned up after themselves.  I then got arrested for withholding information about my brothers where about.  They soon found out that I didn’t actually know anything about it, so they had to let me go.  Then I was thinking about how to contact him, and I remembered that he had a mobile phone number and it was in the phone book.  So I rang him and asked him what had happened and why the PIGS had been around asking questions about it.

(In the kitchen) He never answered my questions and hung up on me.  I rung the personal phone number of the PIG who came around my house, and I told him that I had just been on the phone to my brother and what his mobile number was.  He came straight around and he was trying to trace where the call had gone.  He found out that the call had gone to Spain and he alerted the Spanish police.  They started their search across Spain.  I asked the PIG just before he left what my brother had done wrong, he said that he had been involved in a murder, and then he left.

They found my brother in Barcelona in Spain and they brought him back home on a murder charge.  The court appearance is tomorrow and I can’t decide whether to go or not.  I wouldn’t know what I’d think if I saw him again.  I don’t really want to be associated with a murderer.  Margaret doesn’t really want me to go, and I agree with her.  Anyway he’s going to go down anyway because they have got too much evidence for anybody to help him, perhaps when he goes down we can live a normal life again.