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Meet a former fraudster – Police CPI blog
A retired Detective Chief Superintendent from the Metropolitan Police Service, on behalf of the Police Crime Prevention Initiatives (CPI), spoke to a former fraudster, to help identify red flags that the general public should look out for.
A series of blogs and guides from this reformed fraudster are being published on the Police CPI website. Parts of the first blog, where they introduce themselves, can be read below:
Meet the Blogger
Writing a blog about fraud is as much a surprise to me as reading it is to you. Yes, I was a fraudster - and a successful one at that. I don't think that I'm a monster.
In fact, if you met me socially without knowing about my past, you would probably like me and find me quite entertaining. You might even think about introducing me to your unmarried sister. Being likeable is a key skill for fraudsters.
A Change of Heart
I'm no longer a bad guy - but I hesitate to say that I'm now a good guy. My conversion took place when my own parents were scammed and the trauma I had caused for others came back to bite me badly. Had this not happened, would I still be scamming people? Yes, I would. The money was too good, the lifestyle too rich and the ease at which banks and individuals could be defrauded was easy beyond belief.
So, having given up being a fraudster - why go the extra step in helping an ex-cop write a blog on the subject? I'm sure a psychologist would say that some of it is undoubtedly vanity; I want to boast about my previous success. I wouldn't argue with that. I think there is also a big part of me that is ashamed of what I did and the hurt that I caused. This is the only way I can think of to try and give something back.
Unmasking the World of Fraud
As fraudsters, we used to joke about how gullible victims were and how seemingly disinterested the banks were in stopping us. Even if the number of cops tripled overnight, they could still not arrest their way out of this type of crime pandemic. This blog might go some way in preventing people (like my own parents) from becoming victims and give a clue to the banks of the holes they have to fill in their own processes and procedures. Only time will tell.
Setting the Scene
It’s probably worth me spending a few minutes ‘setting the scene’ to allow you to understand a bit about me, and why I did what I did. Obviously, I’m not going to tell you anything particularly personal from which you could identify me. Neither am I going to incriminate myself. You may think that in some of the posts that follow, I'm really talking about myself - no comment!
I’m going to describe situations which were very similar to the one that resulted in my sitting across an interview table from the retired police officer who persuaded me to write this. Why have I stopped doing what I did? At this point I’m just about to make those of you who believe in karma very happy. My own elderly parents were scammed.
While I had always tried to persuade myself that I was only defrauding faceless banks and businesses, the reality of what I did only kicked in when I saw the enormous emotional impact first-hand. Neither of my parents slept for weeks. They both became terribly depressed, and my dad blamed himself for being so gullible.
The Road to Redemption
In some way, I hope writing this will put right some of the damage I have caused, by warning others about how fraudsters think and operate.
I’m in my mid 40s and I have a degree from a reasonable university in a subject that was never going to deliver a huge salary. I’m from a 'nice' family and they have no clue about my real past. They think I was some sort of consultant who was employed on short-term but lucrative contracts, which if I’m generous is reasonably close to the truth.
Life After Fraud
I still enjoy the nice things in life such as a Rolex, and a new car, and I live in a nice apartment in a good part of London. I don’t smoke but I enjoy wine, and I feel guilty about not exercising more than I do. I have lots of ‘acquaintances’ but comparatively few friends, and they are limited to those who have ‘jobs’ similar or associated with the one I used to have.
My biggest failing is that I’m essentially lazy. Other than me, my entire family has a strong work ethic. They would be horrified if they knew how I had funded my lifestyle. If I’m honest, I was also selfish, and arrogant. I found it difficult to feel pity for people who I took advantage of because they really should have known better. I earned more in a day than most of my acquaintances earned in a month.
Of course, I took risks, but they were calculated risks. I knew that (a) if I didn’t get too greedy, the chances of being caught were slim, and (b) even if what I did was reported to the police, there was little chance of my being caught. The police are too busy dealing with other ‘more important’ stuff.
Oh, and for the avoidance of any doubt - I'm not being paid to do any of this.
