Until Someone Gets Hurt

By Sherrie Lueder and Tyson Wrensch

Featured in an episode of “Forbidden” on the ID Discovery channel.
Kaushal Niroula arrives in San Francisco portraying himself as a Prince. Although penniless, he loses no time in gaining access into inner circles. He concocts stories of his royal family in Nepal and how his fortune—is temporarily inaccessible. He craves the American dream and will stop at nothing to get it. He rallies together an unlikely crew and they carry out one scam after the other. Their insatiable greed leads to the unthinkable... cold... calculated...bloody...murder. The "Dark Prince" still wanting more continues the charade...unaware the authorities are closing in.

Characters: Kaushal Niroula, a/k/a the "Dark Prince", Daniel Garcia, David Replogle, Miguel Bustamante, Craig McCarthy, Russell Manning, Clifford Lambert, Tyson Wrensch, Dennis Domine, Thomas White
Locations: San Francisco, Bay Area, Castro District, Palm Springs, Modesto, Los Angeles, California, Las Vegas, Nevada

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sherrie Lueder
• Release date: May 17, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301423941

Sherrie Lueder

MEET THE AUTHORS:SHERRIE LUEDER is the International Multi-Award Winning Bestselling Author of “He Killed Our Janny”: A Family’s Search for the Truth and Author of Until Someone Gets Hurt. Sherrie resides in Wisconsin with her husband where she is currently at work on several other book projects. Be sure to read her newly released books ASPEN, SNOW, BLOW AND BO, and MY GUARDED SECRETS, co-authored with Dawn Taarud-Martinez.TYSON WRENSCH is the Co-Author of Until Someone Gets Hurt (former friend and victim of the con men). Tyson was raised in Cupertino, California and resides in Downtown Las Vegas. He is currently the Western Regional Sales Manager for TransAct Technologies. He previously served as Director of Sales for Players Travel, focused on cruise ship casino marketing events. Prior to that, he was Regional Director of Sales for TableMAX, an electronic table games manufacturer. A graduate of Santa Clara University, with a Bachelor’s Degree in Political Science, Tyson supported himself through college by working for a private investigation firm focused on high-tech, white collar crime in Silicon Valley. The skills he learned in that job proved invaluable in saving his life and helped bring the murderers to justice in this case.~~~~~~MEET THE LITERARY TEAM:KIM HANSEN, Investigative Researcher: Kim resides in Gilbert, Arizona with her husband and two children. She joined Lueder’s literary team in April 2009. In 2011, she was credited for incorporating criminal and justice records and purposed evidence of murder research for her work on “He Killed Our Janny:”A Family’s Search for the Truth. Kim collaborated on Until Someone Gets Hurt, conducted extensive research and assisted with interviews. She is credited for the text design and composition of the final paperback and eBook versions, and book trailer. Kim is currently writing and illustrating a series of children's books THE ADVENTURES OF SHERIFF WILLIKER, inspired by her childhood memories growing up in northwest Iowa. Book No. 1 in the series, "The Case of the Missing Horseshoe," was released March 2014.DAWN TAARUD-MARTINEZ, Investigative Researcher: Dawn resides in Las Vegas, Nevada with her husband. She joined Lueder’s literary team in April 2012. Dawn was recruited by Lueder to assist her and the team with Until Someone Gets Hurt. She worked closely with the team and conducted extensive research and exclusive interviews with the victims and accused murderers in the case. Dawn also owns and operates DM Marketing Pros and Event Planners International. She represents some of the country’s top motivational/sales trainers and speakers. To learn more visit her website at http://dmmarketingpros.com. Dawn is working with Lueder on forthcoming book projects.

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Part 1

Tyson’s Story

CHAPTER 1

MARCH 5, 2007. The last few hours were surreal as Tyson cut his vacation short by a week and made last minute plans to fly home unannounced. After his discovery he fought the desire to stay, but knew he had to return home and find out what the hell was going on.

The previous day, he stopped by an Internet café to catch up on his banking. The ship he’d been on for three weeks in Argentina and Brazil didn’t have Internet access. Since his departure from Las Vegas, he was unable to get access to his accounts until now. Tyson checked his Wells Fargo account, then his Citibank account and discovered large amounts of cash had been withdrawn. More searches revealed his Shell and AMEX credit cards had also been used. In disbelief, Tyson logged off and went to meet the friends he’d traveled with for almost a month. They persuaded him to go home.

Once back in his hotel room, Tyson made the necessary arrangements for the flight home. He placed calls to his banks and credit card companies, freezing accounts and canceling his cards. He made a call to the Las Vegas Metro Police, who were unable to do anything.

Then he called Danny Garcia to see if he knew anything. Danny had been Tyson's best friend for five years, and the only friend who had a key to his house. Jamie, a frequent houseguest, also had a key, but was out-of-town. Danny said he didn’t know anything about his accounts. He did admit his friend, Kaushal, picked him up at Tyson’s house, but was only there for ten minutes. Although Tyson spent a couple of years in college working for a Private Investigator, he had no way of knowing whether Danny was at his house, or not. He did know the element of surprise would be more effective than another phone call.

* * *

TYSON BOARDED THE PLANE. After he took his seat, apprehension flooded over him as he sat back and tried to collect his thoughts. Just a few short weeks ago, brimming with anticipation, he left Las Vegas bound for a four-week vacation in South America. A dream trip that occupied his thoughts for years became a reality due to his recent job loss. The company he worked with in Europe terminated his position, apologized, and sent him on his way with a seven-figure severance package. He’d held the position for ten years. The first eight he spent between Las Vegas and San Francisco until transferred to Munich, Germany for the last two.

Tyson’s work in Munich had involved high-tech consumer electronics. His previous employment within the slot machine industry afforded him the luxury of keeping his home in Las Vegas while living abroad. Therefore, the transition of moving back to the States was easy. He paid cash in full to purchase his beautiful custom, four-bedroom thirty-six hundred square foot home on the outskirts of the city. It was a good ten miles from the strip, yet a short drive to what Vegas had to offer.

Although Tyson was furious in thinking Danny was the one who hacked his accounts, he smiled as he remembered when he first met him. It was October 2003, in San Francisco’s Castro District, a gay neighborhood. He was easy to like, with his boyish good looks and innocent smile. The two became close friends finding they shared much of the same interests. In contrast, their looks were as different as night and day. Both were good-looking men. Danny, age twenty-one, dark-haired and freckled, was small-framed, standing five and a half feet tall. Sandy-haired Tyson, ten years his senior, towered over him another twelve inches.

While their relationship was simply friendship, Tyson remembered feeling somewhat protective of Danny after Danny shared the story of being molested by Thomas White, a prominent San Francisco billionaire. Danny didn’t go into detail, but he did say he was just sixteen when the sexual abuse started. After talking awhile, Danny invited Tyson to attend a protest with him, which would focus on a local politician’s association with Thomas [Tom] White.

To show support of his new friend, Tyson joined Danny at the protest the following day held at the Twin Peaks Tavern on Castro Street. The Tavern opened in the early seventies, became somewhat of a legend, and it was believed to be the first gay bar in the nation to feature full-length, clear, plate glass windows that let its patrons look out—and more importantly the public look in. At the protest, Danny introduced Tyson to his friend, a local attorney named David Replogle. His agenda was to bring the issue of the sex tourism industry to the forefront, and ask local leaders to do their part in fighting the problem. He requested the support of prominent gay leaders, Assemblyman Mark Leno and Treasurer Susan Leal.

Tyson felt a sense of pride as he watched the alleged victims of sexual abuse hand out flyers. Danny held a poster with photos portraying alleged child molester sixty-eight-year-old Thomas White with his arms around two young Thai boys. Written in bold letters on the poster were the words Carol Migden’s family earns thousands of dollars protecting a child rapist.

* * *

WHEN TYSON MET DANNY, he was living on Laguna Street in San Francisco. Danny lived a short distance away on Jesse Street. Tyson learned Danny shared a two-story penthouse loft with a guy by the name of Alec. Alec’s nickname was ‘Brain’ because he had a strong background in computers and was a hacker. He was good enough if he received an instant message he could tell you the location of the person who sent it. Danny only let Alec stay at the loft so he could work and watch the place for Danny while he was out-of-town.

Alec’s work consisted of screwing around on the laptop. He had a severe meth addiction and was ‘methed’ out most of the time. He tore up Danny’s place on two different occasions. When this happened, Danny would call Dennis, his driver, to come and get him out of there. Alec hated it when Danny’s driver came to pick him up. He knew him to be a hard ass and didn’t dare defy him. He would drop Alec off at the airport. At that point, he had no choice than to fly back to Utah.

When Tyson found out he lived so close to Danny they began spending more time together. Danny introduced him to another friend of his, Kaushal Niroula. He was a young Nepalese man, well spoken with an aristocratic personality. Tyson was impressed upon learning he was a member of the royal family of Nepal who, apparently, was ousted in a coup.

Tyson started spending time with Danny and Kaushal. Occasionally, David Replogle would join them. Tyson remembered how much fun those days were. They would go out dressed in high-end fashion, exuding an air of sophistication as they spent money on expensive condos, cars, dinners, and vacations. Kaushal, true to his royal roots’ style would procure town cars for their travels and enter establishments from the rear celebrity entrances, their more private lives filled with parties and sex.

Tyson thought back to when he lived in Munich and invited Danny to come for a visit. The arrangements were made. Tyson picked him up at the airport in a rented Mercedes. However, Danny wasn’t alone. Accompanying him was a beautiful young man from Canada named Chris. Tyson felt like a third-wheel, but he was determined to make the best of it.

The plan was to take a two-week road trip. The first stop was Vienna, then on to Prague and Berlin, hitting the gay bars and staying at six-star hotels along the way.

When they were in Vienna, Danny used his Starwood points to reserve the Royal Suite at the Hotel Imperial. Once being the residence of Prince Wurttemberg in 1873, the stately palace was transformed into a sumptuous hotel. It is world-renowned for its discretion and impeccable service. Thoroughly trained butlers attend to the guests’ every need and fulfill wishes before they are expressed.

Tyson remembered feeling like royalty walking into the luxurious hotel. When the front desk agent informed Danny his room was on the second floor, he wasn’t to be deterred. He believed their room should be on the top floor and quickly expressed concern he was not given the correct suite. The front desk agent explained, two hundred years ago when the hotel was built there was no such thing as an elevator. The wealthy were only required to climb the grand stairway, while the less affluent were required to climb six or seven flights to get to their rooms. Tyson remembered how proud Danny was when he told the story to every guy they brought back to their room.

The next stop was Prague for a New Year’s Eve celebration. The three went to a strip club called Escape. Taking advantage of the fact prostitution was legal in Prague, Danny hired several boys to spend the nights in their two-bedroom suite at the Marriott in Prague Central.

Danny met a prostitute named Pavel, who he fell for, and invited him to spend New Year’s Eve with the group. New Year’s Eve in Prague was a very crazy and slightly dangerous time. The roads were closed to traffic, and everyone who lived within the walls seemed to put on their own fireworks show—no matter how many partiers were wandering the street.

Tyson remembered when Danny, Chris, Pavel and he spent the evening running through the iced-over cobblestone streets—dodging the bottle rockets and Roman candle fireworks launching from nearly every window on the streets. The city's massive fireworks display was both amazing and romantic. The chill of the evening set in, and their excitement soared as they drank Dom Perignon from the bottle. Chris saw that Danny was no longer interested in him. So he turned his attention to Tyson, who became his 2006 New Year’s Eve kiss. The evening ended, as they watched the fireworks and snowfall.

Danny returned home. Tyson didn’t hear from him for close to six months. No returned calls or emails, and none of his friends saw him either. When Danny eventually called Tyson, he told him he’d been diagnosed with HIV.

Several months later, Tyson left Munich and moved back to the states. He called Danny to tell him about his financial windfall, and the two decided to take another road trip. Tyson arranged to pick up his car and Danny in San Francisco, and drive to his home in Vegas. This time, Danny was alone. So the two headed for West Hollywood and planned a two-night stay at a hotel to compensate for their time apart.

During the drive Danny told Tyson the HIV clinic, where he was diagnosed, called him and said there had been a mistake and his results were switched. Danny went to a hospital for another test from a different lab. It turned out in fact he was HIV Negative. Talk about a second chance at life!

The two-night stay turned into four as they celebrated the great news and reveled in each other’s company by overindulging in lavish spending and sex with the guys they met each night in West Hollywood.

When the two arrived in Vegas, Tyson purchased a sports car and new furniture for his home. They continued to blow money and partied for another week.

Tyson explained to Danny he was going to South America for a month and would leave on February 14. Danny wanted to stay in Vegas a little longer and booked a flight for Feburary16. Tyson told him he was welcome to stay at his house for the two days, assuming Danny would respect his home as he always had in the past. They said their goodbyes, and Tyson left for his trip as planned.

CHAPTER 2

MARCH 6, 2007. Tyson was jarred back to reality when his flight landed in Denver for a short layover. He called Sean, his friend and neighbor in Vegas, and asked if he could pick him up at the airport. Tyson told him about his accounts being hacked and asked him to bring a gun—just in case.

Sean arrived as planned. He told Tyson he drove by his house and everything looked in order. That did little in easing Tyson’s mind. His heart was racing as they pulled into the driveway.

Walking to the garage, Tyson peeked through the windows. His sports car was there, parked at the angle he left it at almost a month ago.

The front door remained locked. Therefore, he doubted if an intruder gained access. As he walked in, he did a quick scan of all the rooms. When glancing in the kitchen, it was obvious by all the empty pizza boxes Danny over-stayed his two-day welcome. When he walked into his office—filled with rage—he couldn’t help but speak aloud. That ungrateful little son of a bitch—I’ll wring his neck! Tyson told Sean to stand guard with his Glock45, because he felt something was definitely not right. Files had been ransacked and strewn around—including tax records, bank information, payroll stubs, checkbook, and other personal information. Tyson also noticed he was missing the spare key to his new car, credit cards, bankcards, a passport photo, and a collection of silver certificates from the 1800’s.

Tyson was angry. He called Danny from his home phone. Danny’s voice shook as he answered. Hhhelloo, are you umm...home?

You know damn well I’m home, no thanks to you, Tyson answered. You have some explaining to do.

Oh, I can explain everything, Danny replied. I’m in the middle of a business lunch. I’ll call you when I’m finished. Danny quickly ended the call.

Tyson threw the phone on the bed. He was in no condition to function. Sean sensed this and offered to spend the rest of the day with him. No. You’ve already done enough. I guess I just want to be alone and try to figure out how this happened. Although I need a locksmith to get my locks changed. If you want to stick around until they are changed, I’d appreciate it.

Sure, Sean replied. I’m willing to do whatever I can.

The locks were changed. Sean left.

Tyson was emotionally drained. Exhausted, he crawled into bed, curled up into a fetal position, and remained there the rest of the night.

The next day, Tyson called a few of the nightclubs he and Danny frequented in the past. After talking to several of the hosts, he learned Danny had been seen driving his car and throwing around a lot of money. Great, Tyson thought. He doesn’t even have a license. Then it hit him—my car! He ran to the garage.

The car was parked at an angle—just the way he left it. Now, looking at it from the front, it looked like shit. Danny obviously hit something with it, and the front tire was flat. Tyson got in and noticed the car had about two hundred more miles on it than it had when he left.

Tyson purchased the car with GPS tracking, so he started messing around with it and discovered he was able to backtrack wherever Danny had been. It showed he went to several different locations.

He called AAA to come and change the flat tire. Once they were finished, Tyson left his house and began to follow the trail of breadcrumbs Danny left behind. The first place he tracked Danny to was a private residence where he spoke to a seventeen-year-old boy named Jacob. He revealed to Tyson everything that occurred. Danny picked him up and took him to his house, well, he was under the impression it was Danny’s house. He did think it was funny when Danny bought dinner for them using an AMEX with Tyson’s name on it. Jacob told Tyson he really became suspicious when he saw a driver's license on the dresser with the name Tyson Daniel Wrensch on it with Danny’s photo. Jacob confronted Danny and said, I thought your name was Danny. Danny responded that he didn’t like his first name so went by his middle name, which, ironically, was Tyson’s real middle name.

Tyson became frustrated with the fact the Metro Police Department were unwilling to do anything. Not only that, but he felt his bank could be doing more.

He became relentless in his weekly visits to the Wells Fargo division investigator, Christopher Gandy, at his Sahara Avenue office. Tyson constantly pressed for updates, until one visit Christopher said, I appreciate your efforts, but why are you still pursuing this? You have your money back and we’ve just never had anyone so persistent.

Tyson thought to himself he still isn’t getting the point. They also got robbed—so why aren’t they doing anything?

I once put this scenario before a metro detective, Tyson answered. If I had gone into a Wells Fargo Bank and robbed them of five hundred dollars, they’d have a SWAT team busting down my door in ten minutes. He’s robbed you of tens of thousands of dollars and you’re not doing anything.

That particular Las Vegas Metro Police Department detective replied, Unfortunately, we’re busy investigating cases where people are physically injured. So—until someone gets hurt—these guys will continue to get away with it.

Wells Fargo reimbursed him on the provision he wasn’t involved with the theft. Subsequently, Tyson was cleared of any wrongdoing, as his passport stamps and the ship’s manifest proved he was out of the country. Wells Fargo investigators reviewed all the tapes before and after each withdrawal, and while seeing Tyson’s sports car in the parking lots, Tyson was nowhere in sight.

Tyson also personally identified Danny in over fifty ATM surveillance photos made during the withdrawals. During the photo identification process, Tyson noticed one particularly clear ATM photo was duplicated. While the investigators were out of the room, Tyson slipped it in his jacket pocket—not knowing it would come in handy several days later.

The Metro Detective’s words would soon ring true. In the years to come, Danny and his friends’ brazen acts would end when they led to murder.

* * *

TYSON, ARMED WITH THE NEW INFORMATION, and now with a new witness, the police finally agreed to file a report. The offenses listed against Danny were petty larceny, fraudulent use of credit card and possession/taking auto without owner’s consent.

Tyson explained in his statement that four thousand dollars a day was withdrawn from his checking and savings accounts at ATM’s, not only in Vegas, but San Francisco and Taylorsville, Utah as well. There was a three hundred dollar withdrawal limit, but somehow it was raised to two thousand dollars for each account. Tyson also noted the address in Utah could be linked to another accomplice, Alec. He told police Alec was a professional computer hacker and known drug addict. He also gave them Kaushal’s name, informing them the FBI may have him in their sights for financial scams.

When Tyson left the police department, he had an idea. He would go to his bank to see how easy it was to change his personal identification number and withdrawal limit on his ATM card. He went to the teller. All she needed was to see his driver’s license, and then she would be able to change his PIN and raise his withdrawal limit. Christ, he thought, anybody could do it.

Eventually, a twenty five thousand dollar non-extraditable warrant was filed against Danny. Basically meaning he would have to get caught in the act of committing a crime or traffic violation within the city limits of Las Vegas before he could be apprehended. Las Vegas Metro Police Detectives told Tyson they weren’t going to pursue the California or Utah crimes because working with other jurisdictions would make things more difficult. This put Tyson over the edge. First, his best friend betrayed him, only to feel betrayed by the very system that was meant to keep us all safe.

When Tyson returned home, Kaushal, by way of Yahoo IM, immediately contacted him. Danny must have given him a heads-up that Tyson might try to get ahold of him. Kaushal claimed he was never in Vegas. When Tyson first met Kaushal, he was impressed with him and he was fun to be around. Lately, his opinion changed. He’d become skeptical of the type of individual he was and ‘weirded’ out by his actions.

Tyson remembered a time when Kaushal called him at his condo on Laguna Street asking to meet him at a nearby coffee shop. Kaushal showed up wearing all black, donning a black ski-cap. He acted very sketchy, insisting they stay away from the windows, telling Tyson, The Russians are after me.

Following is the Yahoo! Instant Message conversation Tyson had with Kaushal regarding the theft:

Kaushal just sent you a nudge

Kaushal: are u there

Tyson: hello

Kaushal: i lost your number

Kaushal: so do u know anything yet

Kaushal: can i trust u how much can i trust u?

Tyson: The FBI has photos… its going to be a federal crime

Kaushal: u are not going to rat out on me are u

Kaushal: tyson can I trust u or no

Tyson: you werent in the house

Kaushal: if u rat out on me i will chop u off

Kaushal: i was never IN LAS VEGAS

Kaushal: i did not come

Kaushal: my alibis are intact

Tyson: if you’re not in the photos then you’re ok

Tyson: wanna tell me what happened

Kaushal: I DONT KNOW WHAT HAPPENED

Kaushal: but I can fairly guess

Tyson: im listening

Kaushal: BUT U NEED TO NOT RAT OUT ON ME I THINK DANNY NEEDS HELP

Kaushal: he need to stay away from wierd friends like alec

Tyson: No he doesn’t… he’s turned on me

Kaushal: i think and this is what I think happened

Kaushal: get rid of your cocaine as i amtold u inhale crack in vegas I AM FUCKING MAD AT U WHY

Tyson: Alec is the coke freak… hes hooked on everything

Kaushal: i am absolutely sure and certain that alec had everything to do with this

Tyson: well… if I get my money back then he just loses a friend

Kaushal: okay U CANNOT SAY THIS TO DANNY BUT MY SOURCES HAVE TOLD ME DANNY HAS NO PRIVATE BANKER

Tyson:i know

Kaushal: he has had no money in his bank account for the last 6 months

Tyson: its all a scam

Tyson: hes broke

Kaushal: and now i am thinking about it

Kaushal: i always was paying and giving him money

Tyson: same

Kaushal: he said his credit card was lost

Kaushal: and this was lost

Kaushal: and blah blah

Tyson: yup

Tyson: investigated

Kaushal: yes i had my russians look into it

Kaushal: someone has apparently called my bank impersonating me on my brokerage account two days ago

Kaushal: and the ip address was in Utah

Tyson: yup... thats them

Kaushal: what should i do?

Kaushal: if i tellmy people they wil kill them

Kaushal: i dont wanna take blame for a dead body

Kaushal: i like the kid i mean i have met his parents his dad and mom

Kaushal: is kinda weird

Tyson: contact your brokerage firm and assign one contact only to your account. nothing can be done with out a verbal call to this person

Kaushal: funny thing is my brokerage is lol not to worry about

Tyson: do you know Alec’s last name?

Tyson: i dont have any coke

Kaushal: DO THIS THE FEDS RAN A FINGER PRINT ON YOUR HOUSE CAR AND HAVE VEGAS CASINO PHOTOS

Kaushal: call danny or email him and tell him danny kaushal never came to vegas he is not in the pictures

Kaushal: so whats this lie about pointing fingers at him

Tyson: you’re mot making sense

Kaushal: OK FOCUS

Kaushal: U WANT THE TRUTH OUT RIGHT

Tyson: yup

Kaushal: I DONT KNOW FRANKLY WHAT HAPPENED

Kaushal: but i am trying to help u short cut to find the truth

Kaushal: i am telling u i was not in vegas

Kaushal: U DONT TELL DANNY THIS THAT I TOLD U

Tyson: not according to danny...

Kaushal: tell him the feds told me i was not in vegas

Tyson: how do i know what the feds told you

Kaushal: well i have a billion alibis .......... and i am his only alibi he asked meto tell u i was in vegas

Kaushal: jesus u are a dingbat

Kaushal: email me your number

Kaushal: i am gonna call u

Kaushal: i cannot now but tomorrow morning first thing

Tyson: you are his only alibi?

Kaushal: well this is what he is projecting right

Tyson: spell it out for me since im an idiot...a broke idiot now

Kaushal: OKAY

Kaushal: I WAS NOT IN VEGAS

Kaushal: this is the truth never went

Tyson: who were his british/irish friends in the car?

Kaushal: british irish?

Kaushal: i dunno

Kaushal: I WAS NOT IN VEGAS I AM TELLING U HELLO

Tyson: ok so u never went

Kaushal: nope

Tyson: so what

Tyson: whats the point

Kaushal: but danny asked me to tell u tell tyson u were here

Kaushal: i never understood why

Tyson: ok

Kaushal: but yesterday it hit mein the head

Kaushal: he did this or alec did this and trying to frame me for it

Tyson: im following

Kaushal: u wont see my pics or anything in the cameras

Tyson: but why would he do that

Kaushal: i dont know

Kaushal: maybe alec is blackmailing him

Kaushal: so i need to find him and talk to him

Kaushal: this is why he needs help i dunno

Kaushal: until i find danny face to face and talk to him i dont know what the story his

Tyson: no...i gave him chances...i know exactly what happened here

Kaushal: what happened then tell me

Tyson: Alec came and stayed and they impersonated me

Tyson: its on camera

Kaushal: wow jesus

Kaushal: why would danny do this i dont get it

Tyson: stole photos...went to Utah

Kaushal: jesus have him arrested and have himlocked then

Kaushal: i cant believe danny did this its not like danny

The conversation only served to anger Tyson. He told his family, friends, and anyone who knew Danny about the events.

What happened next completely caught Tyson off guard. He hadn’t expected Danny to devise a story that left Tyson looking like a criminal. Many of Tyson and Danny’s mutual friends told Tyson they heard a different story. Tyson’s friend Joey said, Danny told us you left Europe with a lot of drug money and the DEA from the United States was after you. That’s why you fled to Argentina.

I got a voluntary severance package from my company and was on a cruise! Tyson exclaimed.

Come on Tyson, Joey replied. You were thirty-one and lived in a million dollar, four-story home in San Francisco. You were always out and about at all times, so how else did you get all that money? Christ, I don’t know what to believe now.

It was then that Tyson realized how Danny operated. Tyson had flashbacks of the numerous times when Danny told him a mutual friend ripped him off, and he should never talk to that person again. Danny beat Tyson to the punch and started a rumor that made perfect sense. Suddenly, Tyson remembered the surveillance photo he took from the Wells Fargo office. Tyson reacted, Joey! Let me send you something and I’ll prove to you Danny is full of fucking shit!

Immediately, Tyson scanned the photo, which showed a crystal, clear photo of Danny Garcia withdrawing money, with digital lettering on the side listing Tyson’s name, account number, time, date, and location. The second scan was the page in Tyson’s passport that clearly showed he was in Buenos Aires that same day. Not being in San Francisco any more, Tyson asked Joey to print the information and show it to all of their friends, and to be very careful around Danny.

A few days passed. Tyson started to receive threats in his emails. They warned him to shut up, or he would suffer the consequences. He believed it was Danny sending the emails and might not stop at just making idle threats. So he purchased a gun and acquired a concealed weapons permit.

Tyson decided to try to locate