That one sentence told me exactly how he thought. To him, law was only paper until a man with a weapon decided otherwise.

So we let him believe he was winning.

My mother’s attorney requested deep corporate financial records, knowing Garrick would panic. I moved her into my guest room and installed obvious security cameras around my house.

Those were the bait. The real surveillance was hidden, encrypted, and monitored by federal agents from a utility van parked two streets over.

Then Garrick’s cousin called him from a tapped line and warned that federal agents were asking pointed questions about the shell company.

Garrick came apart.