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Mary Ann grew up in Ontario, Canada, and a storybook town called Grimsby. Grimsby's about as close to Star's Hollow as you can get in real life, and especially in the 1970s,

it was fruit orchards, cherry trees, peach trees, canaries, the cut of town where everybody knows you. They know your name at the supermarket, and it felt safe and orderly. She lived in an old historic house

with her brother, sister, parents, and grandmother. My bedroom was pink, and it was the whole front of the house, and I had my own balcony, and the view from my balcony was of Lake Ontario, and the newly constructed C.N. Tower.

Their yard was dotted with cherry trees. I used to go, sit in the cherry trees, pick them, and then go up to my balcony and eat them. Her friends' houses were filled with framed family portraits, and neat piles of books.

Mary Ann's childhood home, on the other hand, looked a little different. Her dad, Jean, collected unusual antiques. We had a real life, honest to God, sarcophagus, and our family room.

We had a real authentic medieval suit of armor. We had a tarantula encased in glass. They were the kinds of things that could give a kid nightmares, but she found ways to befriend them.

I would go to bed, and I would always conjure up these stories

about how the mummy princess would come after us, because she didn't want to be in our living room,

Her house transformed into a fantasy world, one ruled by Mary Ann's imagination. For most of her childhood,

“her older sister Margo was at boarding school,”

so Mary Ann spent her days with her older brother, Brad. Brad and I were thick as thieves. We did absolutely everything together. We used to roam the town like free-range kids. We'd go on these epic bike rides.

We'd be living off of chocolate bars and chips and soda, and it just felt like a really ideal childhood.

Except, our parents were never home,

and I desperately wanted the attention of my parents. I was very focused on gaining the attention of my father. Her dad was often busy with work. He owned a shopping plaza, a furniture store, he was a jeweler, but he was also a concert promoter.

He promoted big bands like Pink Floyd. He brought Johnny Mathes to town, Bob Hope, all these big name celebrities. And her mom did the bookkeeping. My mom and dad would go to the office early in the morning,

and they wouldn't come home until nine or 10 o'clock at night.

Mary Ann loved being around her dad.

My dad was like a lighthouse. He'd walk into a room, scanning and searching, and lighting people up. He would engage with everybody. He would pull you in.

Jeans stood out in a crowd. My dad had long, permed hair. He'd wear these t-shirts and bell bottom jeans. He wrote a motorcycle. He was Italian, but he was born in France.

So he had a very European way about him. He spoke with a thick French accent. Jeans three businesses and work as a concert promoter kept him busy. He was just like hustling all day and all along.

“And always on the move, it always around important people.”

But on the weekend, he would slow down and spend time with his family. Every Sunday, he would take over the kitchen. Mary Ann would hang out with him while he prepared Sunday dinner. I love to watch him cook.

You'd always have a cigarette in his hand, and the opera music would be playing in the background.

He made the kitchen seem like theater. The way he would tear the basil and then put it under my nose and say, "Smell this. This is fresh food. You only cook with fresh ingredients. You always buy the best, and he'd be making his big pot of famous sauce."

It was clear that her dad was special. But the first time that I knew he was extraordinary. I think I was about 11 years old. Through his work as a concert promoter, G would bring an axe like Paul Anca. Many of his songs like "Put your head on my shoulder," are part of the fabric of pop culture.

"Put your head on my shoulder." It was a big deal that Paul Anca was coming to town. Mary Ann's grandmother took her and one of her friends to the show. And it was at a place called Hamilton Place, a big theater. There were thousands of people there.

The auditorium was filling with people that you could feel it was palpable. As the excitement bubbled around them, Mary Ann and her friend got to go backstage.

“And I remember seeing my dad when everybody was listening to him.”

And then he took me into Paul Anca's dressing room, and he said, "Say hello to Mr. Anca." Mary Ann was too young to be a true Paul Anca fan. But she knew that he was a big deal. This guy's really important this Paul Anca, I've heard of, I've heard his records. And here's my dad in charge of all this.

It all came to me like, wow, he is a really important person and he's really special. One day, when Mary Ann was 12, she was on her way home from school. I got off the bus and it was a short walk home and I get to our driveway and I see a big white moving truck in our driveway and I see police on our front lawn. And I see movers moving our furniture out of the house and onto the truck.

She stopped in her tracks. My brain can't process what's happening and my mom and my grandmother and our doberman, Penny, are on the front lawn with suitcases. She rushed over to her mom and she says, "Get in the car. We're going on a trip."

Like, "Where's all my stuff? What do you mean we're getting the car? What do you mean we're going?

Where are we going? Where's my brother? Where's my sister? Where's my dad? What is happening?" But her mother didn't have any answers. She's just like, "Mary Ann? Get in the car." Her mom and grandmother crammed a few suitcases in the trunk of their paniaclamons and started driving. Mary Ann looked out the window as her familiar cozy town of Grimsby,

Whizby, invaded into the distance. I was scared. Like, "What are my friends going to think? I didn't even get to talk to my friends.

“My life is blowing up, but I don't know why, and my mom wouldn't talk."”

All her mom told her was that they were going to America. In fact, they were going all the way down south to Florida. The drive took almost a week. And we ended up at this really crappy motel on Fort Lauderdale Beach on A1A. And it was right out of a bad horror film. TV's blaring from next door. There's like nefarious characters in the parking lot. This was nothing like her pink bedroom back home.

It was like being flown in a spaceship to another planet. I'm feeling totally displaced and terrified. After a week at the motel, Mary Ann started pushing her mom for answers. She was in sixth grade.

Their family had never been separated before. She didn't understand where her siblings were.

What's happening? Where's Brad? Where's Marco? Where's Dad? When are they coming? Like,

“what are we doing? Are we just living in this motel for the rest of our lives?”

And finally, she said that Brad had dropped out of school. Your father thought it was best he'd go work for the carnival. So there was a traveling show called Conclin shows and it traveled across Canada. And he was a carnie at 15 years old. My sister Marco was living with my aunt and finishing high school. And then she would join us. And she said my dad was doing business. That's all the information that she would give me. It seemed odd to Mary Ann that her parents

sent Brad to go work for a traveling circus. I guess that could be fun, but should he be in school? It left more questions than answers. As the weeks turned to months, Mary Ann kept waiting for her dad to meet up with them. She found ways to entertain herself at the motel. I bought an orange Proline skateboard at a yard sale for $10 and I spent all day riding that skateboard by myself

“outside in the parking lot, observing people, and swimming in the pool. Finally, after two months,”

my mom says, "Oh, well, we're moving into a house." And not just any house. It's in probably, and I would dare say it's still to this day is the most exclusive neighborhood in Fort Lauderdale. It's called Harbor Beach. It's a series of islands connected by bridges, and just about every one of these luxury homes has a yacht in the backyard in the canal. And suddenly we're living there. One minute, they were living in a roadside motel. The next,

they were living in luxury. Okay, things are looking up, but I was still terrified and I was still incredibly lonely. I'm a kid. I have nobody to talk to. I'm a fish out of water. It was strange, living in such a big house with only her mom and grandmother. Mary Anne was 12 years old at the time, without anyone else her age to talk to. When the summer ended, her mom told her she'd be starting middle school here in America. Mary Anne was excited. Maybe she could make

some new friends. They sent me to a private school, and we are registering for school, and the lady who's sitting across for me says, "So, Leslie, are you excited about starting a new school?" And I'm like, "Who's Leslie?" And my mom says, "That's your name. You know that's your

name." I'm like, "I've never heard that name before in my life." Yes, you have. My name's Mary Anne.

She said, "No, no, that's your middle name." I'm like, "What?" Her mom just stared straight ahead, and from that moment on, everyone called her Leslie. At home, and at her new school. I showed up for my first day in school, and a plaid tent dress with brown clogs and pigtails. And the girls in my class were wearing Jordash jeans, had highlighted hair, with a full face of makeup, and day one, the bullying started.

I felt so alone. When Christmas rolled around, and they'd been living in Florida for six months,

He rolled in in the Rolls race, and then it wasn't long after that that Brad and Margo came. I was so excited to see them. Finally, Leslie breathed a sigh of relief. Their family was back together. The world made a little more sense. As soon as Jean arrived in Florida, he got to work. He was a savvy businessman, and saw the move as an opportunity for him to start new ventures.

My dad started setting up businesses pretty much on day one. He went to a busy intersection and rented this warehouse and painted in large black letters along the side of it, model home furniture. And that wasn't the only new business he started. He was finding people to teach him how to run a boat maintenance company. He wanted Leslie's brother Brad to run the business with him. So he bought him an old pickup, diving equipment, had him get his diving certificate,

and then he set up this business called D and B diving. D and B for dad and Brad. And they would go to Marinas and hand out cards. And my brother would clean barnacles off the bottoms of yachts and change propellers and zanks and shots. Of course, starting a business is a

lot of hard work. But Jean always made it look easy. He would always say, you can start a business

anywhere you land in the world with 50 bucks and a classified ad. Leslie was happy to be around her dad again. His optimism made the world feel big, like anything was possible. He also established himself as a jeweler. He would come home for Miami and he'd lay out these velvet rolls. And they'd be, for example, a whole roll of patake Philippe watches or Rolex watches or he'd have all these pouches and their full diamonds. Sometimes

Jean took Leslie with him to deliver jewelry to a client. He explained to her that this was a very

“important task. And they had to be careful. The jewels were expensive. He developed his own strategies”

for keeping them safe. He always transported jewels in a paper lunch bag because he said,

"People will rob a briefcase, but nobody's stealing your lunch." I remember going to the international building with him and Miami. And he'd fill that bag with diamonds and gold and all these jewels. And then leave when we'd be walking downtown Miami with this paper bag with hundreds of thousands of dollars of jewelry. Over the next few months, Leslie's dad started making new friends. "Some strange men were coming in and out of the house. And my dad would

have me call them all uncle, uncle Pateco, uncle George O, uncle Eduardo, and they'd be smoking Cuban cigars and drinking at the bar laughing and there'd be hush tones." Around that same time, Leslie started noticing some changes around the house that scared her. "They were hanguns in our planters inside the house, like in every room there was a gun in every single room.

I'd never seen a gun before. And that was a bit scary."

One day at breakfast, Leslie shared her concerns with her dad. I said, "Dad, I'm scared.

“Why do we have so many guns in the house?" And he said, "All you need to know is that daddy will”

always protect you." The day's stretched on, humid and empty and repetitive. She missed her home in Canada. It felt like she'd been plucked out of her familiar life and dropped into an upside-down world. She felt untethered and was searching for purpose. "I felt like an outsider everywhere in my life. I felt like an outsider in my home, and I felt like an outsider at school. And I had no safe place to belong. I was deeply, deeply lonely, profoundly lonely." As they got older, Leslie and her brother

grew apart. Brad was pulled into the family business. It didn't have time to be a playmate. "My brother or my dad were hanging out with the marinas, and it was just me and nobody ever thought to check in on me." But then one day her dad told Leslie, "You needed her help."

“"My dad said that he had an important job for me and my brother. And I was like, "Ah, I'm in.”

An important job. What me? I can be helpful? Yes, I'm there." Brad and Leslie went with her dad

70 feet. It was a big yacht." On the dock, Jean stopped and turned to face Leslie and Brad.

“And he said, "You and Brad, I want you to keep the guy busy on the deck. I'm going to be going”

below and doing a little tour. And I'm going to pretend that I have somebody interested in buying this boat. You just keep the guy busy. I'm like, "Yes, I have a job. I'm definitely up for this job." They walked on board and Jean introduced the kids to the yacht owner. Then he excused himself and went down below deck. "He says I'm just going to have a look around." Leslie knew this was her cue. She got straight to work asking the yacht owner questions. "I'm like, have you ever say to

shark? Have you ever swam with sharks? Have you seen pirates? And how does it work when you're out

at sea and your engine stops working?" Finally, her dad emerged back onto the main deck and they left.

I didn't know really why we're there and it's just me and my brother talking to this guy. But I felt special and I felt seen. I felt like I had purpose. For her 15th birthday, she got her driving permit and it gift from her dad. My dad bought me a 1962 cherry red skylark convertible. It had white seats and a white top and beautiful shiny hub caps. It was just the most beautiful car on top of that. He had another

job for her. He said, "You're going to do a delivery for daddy. I want you to take this stone. It was a 11-carot diamond." He said, "I just wanted to go over to Los Angeles Boulevard, park your car in front of Paulie Pocock's intake shop and just wait there. Somebody's going to come sit in your car and he's going to give you a package of money." Leslie was eager to help.

“Like, wow, did I ever feel important? I felt so grown up. I was on top of the world. I got to do”

something for my dad. So she got in her cherry red convertible and drove across town to the antique shop. I parked there. I don't remember how long I was there. I was daydreaming about boys as 15-year-old girls do. Suddenly, a man walked up to her car. This guy gets in the car and slides in next to me and he pulls out a gun. And he presses it to my bare arm and he says, "I'll take that stone now." If you're service, let's all trust the text with the train. That's us.

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I thought he was going to write, I thought you're all going to write a song. I remember you thinking that, listen to podlandia. Ao rewatch on the iHeart Radio app, Apple Podcasts, or wherever you get your podcasts. One day, when Leslie was 15, her dad told her he needed her help delivering a valuable jewel to a client. Leslie was eager to help.

She drove her new car across town and parked outside of the antique store where her dad's client was supposed to meet her. But when he arrived, things took a turn. This guy gets in the car and slides in next to me and he pulls out a gun. And he presses it to my bare arm, and he says I'll take that stone now. Leslie wasn't shocked. I was terrified. I thought he's going to kill me.

I gave him the stone. What else was I going to do? And then he quickly laughed. Leslie drove back home in a panic and frantically told her dad what happened. I thought when I went home that my dad would call the police, but that is not what happened. My dad was so disappointed in me. He said, "How could you let that happen?"

“I gave you one simple job. How did you let that happen?”

Leslie stared at her dad's gun. How did he promise to protect her? Why was he mad at her? He was letting me come into the inner circle. But now there was a gun and somebody kind of shot me. That was a new level of terror for me. A few weeks later, her parents went out of town while they were gone. Leslie borrowed her dad's car. And I popped the trunk and the trunk was full of these bags. Let's just say they were all about

a kilo big. Everything started to click into place. The strange men in our house, the guns, the secrecy. I think my dad's a drug dealer. I think my dad's a drug dealer and I have to get him to stop because he's going to end up in jail or dead. Leslie felt a self-righteous anger. Even though she was only 15, she realized her dad wasn't

the safe person she thought he was. Her first plan was to try to convince him to stop.

One night after her parents got back in town, Leslie found herself alone in the living room with her dad. And he was putting a record on the turntable, like opera areas or something. While he fiddled with the record player, Leslie took a deep breath and gathered her courage.

“Then she blurred it out. I think you're a drug dealer. I don't like what you're doing. I want you”

to stop, Daddy. I want you to stop. Her dad snapped around to face her. And he said, if you don't like living in my house with my rules, you can get the fuck out. Defiant tears began to form in her eyes. She didn't like his rules. I thought, okay. Game on, old man. So at just 15 years old, Leslie left home. She moved in with a friend of a friend. And they lived in a really ratty house. And it was crawling with cockroaches. This was now my new life.

She already had a part-time job at a diner. She got a second job at the mall to afford rent.

But to keep up with both jobs, she had a dropout of high school. I didn't think about the future. I was just thinking about how am I putting food on my table,

It was hard to live on her own as a teenager. But she knew she couldn't live at home with her dad.

“Life was adjusting and I was feeling very independent. I was broke. But I felt in control of my life”

for once until one night. It's about four in the morning and there's a pounding at the front door of my apartment. And I get up and I look through the keyhole and it's my dad. I'm like, what does my dad do in here? Four in the morning and I open the door and he said, "Get in the car right now. Your brother's been in an accident. We have to go to the hospital." On the drive there, Gene explained, "Brad was in a bad car crash."

"We get to the hospital. And my brother doesn't look like my brother." His head has wrapped in white bandages and it's huge and he has hooked up to all these machines. The doctor said, "Brad is brain damaged. There's nothing functioning in his brain anymore.

And he'll never recover."

“And your two choices are to keep him unabadilator for the rest of his life, however, while he lives.”

Or to disconnect him from the life support. And as a family, we decided that he would not have wanted to be plugged into a machine. "Brad died in the hospital." And after that, everything really changed. It was too painful to be in Fort Lauderdale and around their family without Brad.

Everything felt even more broken without him.

"I knew that nobody was coming to save me. I thought my dad was a drug dealer. And I wanted to build

something for myself. And my brother loved the sea and loved the ocean. And I thought I wanted to join the U.S. Coast Guard." Not only was the Coast Guard a ticket out of Florida, it was also way to rebel against her dad. She wanted to stop drug runners and enforce the law. "That was going to be my mission in life. I wanted to do good. I wanted to save lives. I wanted to go after the bad guys. It was the only course I could see for myself. It was almost just like a natural

progression of things." At the age of 17, Leslie was accepted into the Coast Guard and started bootcamp, being in the military opened so many doors for Leslie. And her assignments took her across oceans. "I had a lot of adventures in the Coast Guard. When I was stationed at Oregon inlet North Carolina, you get 25-30 foot seas. But they were very dangerous because he'd had currents coming from all different directions. And I loved it. I thrived on it."

While she was in the Coast Guard, she met the man who would eventually become her husband. "He was a greenbrake, and U.S. Special Forces, on a temporary detail in Miami, from Fort Bragg, North Carolina." They started dating and got married shortly after. Leslie lost touch with her parents, as she focused on building her new life. By the time she turned 21, her life felt the most stable it had ever been. But then, her phone rang. "And it's my dad."

Over the last four years, she and her dad had grown increasingly distant. She hadn't heard from him in six months. Leslie picked up the phone. Her dad sounded scared. "He said, "I need you to come to Montreal right away, and pick me up. Do not tell your mother, do not tell your sister, do not tell a single soul. There's bad guys after me, and I'm in danger." Now, this is my dad. I'm his daughter. Bad guys are after him. I'm going to get my dad,

and I'm going to take my badass new Special Forces husband and we're going to break him out." Despite all the years that had gone by, this was still her dad, asking for help. She didn't

“hesitate. "I went into rescue mode. I think a lot had to do with my training in the Coast Guard.”

It was like it became a mission." Leslie and her husband rented a car and drove through the night to Montreal. "And it's very late when we get there." Leslie's dad had instructed her to meet him in a bar downtown. "I walk in, I don't recognize my own father. My father who was handsome and full of life and sparkling, he was really thin, and it was like somebody took a vacuum and sucked out all the life from him. His face was hollow, his eyes were sunken, and he was just crumpled in this

booth of a bar. That was a shock. That floored me, like who is this man?" They sat down next to him at the bar, and Gene began to talk. "He was jittery, he was very jittery. He said you're going to take

to check into the first hotel you come to on the other side of the border, and I will find you in

“the morning, but he wouldn't tell us anything else." So that's what they did. "It was black out.”

There was not much light, and we dropped him off. In the woods, did as he said. There was only one motel. It was like an end on the other side of the border, checked into this little two-story end." Going to sleep that night, Leslie was anxious. When she was involved in brisky operations for the

coast guard, she always knew the goal of the mission. But with her dad, she didn't know what the mission

was, or her part in it. "In the morning we get up and I stretch and y'all and walk to the window 'cause I don't know what this town looks like 'cause it's dark. She pulled back the curtains and immediately froze. "We're surrounded by a SWAT team, and next thing I know, the door opens, and my husband and I were tackled to the ground and there's a knee in my back, and handcuffs are going on me. It just all

“happened so fast, and then they instantly separated me from my husband, put us in different rooms.”

"What didn't tell us anything about my dad?" They interrogated her and her husband, but Leslie

didn't know anything. "I am literally clueless. My dad says bad guys are coming to murder him,

and then all of a sudden they left the room, they left me alone, and then when the door opened again, the guy came back with my husband, and he says, "We're free to go." Leslie's mind was spitting, trying to figure out what just happened. "Okay, well the last time I checked, I thought he was a drug dealer, so does this have to do something with drugs?" She started calling each member of her family. "I called my sister Margo and I said,

this is what happened. Do you know anything about this?" And she said, "Don't ask any more questions."

“Her sister said she didn't know anything, but their mom did. She said your dad had been arrested”

and was on trial for conspiracy to import cocaine into Canada. Her mom said that in the

middle of his trial, gene disappeared. That explained why her dad asked to meet in obscure locations, and had her drop him off in the middle of the woods. He had been on the run. After gene was captured, he faced trial for importing narcotics. It was sentenced to 15 years in an Ontario prison. "I thought, I guess I was right. My dad's the bad guy. My dad is a drug dealer." With her dad and prison, Leslie tried to put him out of her mind. Throughout her 20s and 30s,

a lot changed for Leslie. She had two daughters of her own, got divorced, and moved back to Canada. Her dad got out of prison, but she kept her distance from him. She did rekindle a relationship with her mother, who had separated from gene. Then one day, Leslie got news that her dad's health had declined quickly. She drove to see him and attended a doctor's appointment with him. We went to the appointment, and the doctor said to my dad, "You have cancer in every bone in

your body." Go home and do whatever you want to do. There's nothing we can do. Leslie could hardly process the words. Her dad was dying. It was three weeks that he lived from that diagnosis, and I sat and helped my dad's hand every day. Soon, Gene couldn't leave his bed. It was clear he didn't have much time left. Leslie's daughter's traveled in to see Gene and say they're goodbyes.

"And my father, who no longer was that charismatic, larger than life figure, he's just this defeated, shell of a man that I no longer recognize. And we're all sitting up in his bedroom, and he's on the morphine drip. And he's pointing at the ceiling. And he says, "Tell those fuckers to go. Tell them to go. Get them out of here." But there was nobody in the room,

except Leslie and her daughters. "We're like dad, who? Who? The FBI, the CIA. They're here to get me. Don't let them take me. Don't you see them? They're right there." And me and my girls are like turning our heads of like giggling, like that's pretty good morphing. Gene kept talking non-sensically. "The guns are in the canal. I dumped all the guns in the canal. They're still there."

Just days later, Gene died.

“Leslie did her best to process her complicated feelings, the grief, anger, and regrets.”

She stayed in touch with her mom, and one day a few years later, her mom came to visit. "She usually came with a trunk full of crap from her basement, to unload on me. But this time she only had a blue binder, and a small cooler." Once she was inside, Leslie's mom dropped the binder onto the table in the hallway. "And it's massive. It weighs a ton, and it just clung. I said, "Mom, what's that?"

She said, "Oh, it's your dad's prison manuscript. He wrote that in prison." Leslie wasn't sure she heard correctly. "Oh, what? What?" Leslie's mom sounded almost bored. "Yeah, yeah, he wrote it in prison. I didn't read it. It's probably full of lies. It's just garbage. Just burn it." Leslie looked at the binder, laying on the table in front of her. It had to be several hundred pages.

"I picked up the book, and it was so heavy, and I opened the first page, and there were ten words

on yellowed paper, and it said, "To Brad, may you find peace. There is none here. Love dad." Leslie slammed the binder shut, tears rushed to her eyes. "I could feel my past rushing back to me. All the things I tried to forget felt like they were coming back, like a force." She wasn't ready to confront whatever was inside. "So I stuff it away in my hat and mitts drawer, and I ignored it for about six months, until the day I needed a hat and some mitts

“in November, and I thought, oh, I think it's time. It's time."”

She pulled the binder out of the drawer, sat down, and began to read.

Once she started, she couldn't stop. Finally, she had access to her dad's side of the story.

Maybe somewhere in here, she could find the truth. Then, she read something that made her freeze. "My dad claimed that he was an informant for the CIA and the FBI, the INS, and that he was forced into criminal behavior, because of corrupt police in Canada, who forced them into the situation of having to work for the U.S. government, and that he was innocent all along. And I thought, oh my god, was my dad a hero and not a villain?"

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on the iHeart Radio app, Apple podcasts, or wherever you get your podcasts." For years, Leslie believed her dad was a drug dealer, but one day, years after his death, her mom came to her house with a manuscript Leslie's dad wrote while he was in present. And in it, he claimed that he was an informant to the CIA, FBI, and other government agencies. Reading his words, Leslie was floored. "Have I got the story wrong? Was my dad keeping this

a secret because he was protecting us from the bad guys? He was protecting his family?" Leslie kept reading. Her father had typed up his life story, starting from the very beginning. He said it all started when he got involved with local politics and Canada. According to Gene, he was targeted by politicians and police who didn't want their own corruption

“exposed. That's why the family had to flee, and abruptly moved to Florida.”

"And once we were in Florida, because of his connections in Canada and his understanding of the jewelry business, he was recruited into being an informant." Gene claimed to got involved with criminal activity in order to report information back to the CIA. He became an insider in the world of organized crime, rubbing elbows with the mafia and drug

runners. All to fulfill his role as an informant. "My dad said that he first started with the

CIA, leveraging his marina contacts. Him and my brother would go to the marinas and suss out drug runners. And they were very successful. I guess it was really easy to find drug runners back then in the Fort Lauderdale, marinas, so they were informing on all of them." Leslie's eyes were glued to the page. She kept reading. According to Gene, he had been involved in global arms deals. "Is that like are you kidding me?" "What?" "So much of what her dad wrote in the

manuscript felt completely outlandish." But then, she stumbled upon a scene that was familiar. Gene described going to a yacht with Leslie and her brother, Brad. "My dad wrote about the day that he asked my brother and I to go and keep the guy busy on deck while he went down in the cabin." Leslie leaned in. She still remembered every detail of

“that day. The questions she asked the man on the boat, how important she'd felt helping her dad.”

Now, she was reading about that day from her dad's perspective for the first time.

"He writes that that man who was on the boat was the head of the Montreal Mafia and he was sent by the FBI to go down in that boat and find any evidence and he clues that could get their hands on. I was so shocked." In his manuscript, Gene detailed what he did below deck on the yacht.

he stole stuff from his garbage and he specifically brought my brother and I as decoys."

Leslie stared at the word "decoys."

“"Her heart sank." He said it so casually. He wrote about it so casually. Like it was nothing.”

It was like, "I just sent my kids to the store to get bread." "We can't confirm if the man on the boat was the head of the Montreal Mafia, but either way it's clear." Gene had no concern for his kid's safety. In that moment, any hope she'd had that her dad was a hero faded away. As Leslie kept reading, she recognized another story. The time her father asked her to make a jewel delivery and someone pulled a gun on her. In her father's manuscript,

"The story was all wrong, completely different story." In her dad's version, Leslie had been

conned out of a jewel he didn't trust it her with. His takeaway was that it was Leslie's fault. He wrote, "I wouldn't have been conned, but I felt bad for the kid. Sorry, try to make her not feel bad."

“That was where his account ended. Leslie blanked. Where was the mention of the gun that was pulled”

on her? Where was the mention of her life being at risk? "How do we have these completely different stories? Do I have my own story wrong? Am I remembering things wrong?" But Leslie still remembered the feeling of the gun. It was undeniable. Her dad had involved her in criminal activity. He sent her and Brad into dangerous situations and hardly bad at an eye. "You're using your kids as pawns? What has wrong with you?" Leslie wanted to believe her father's

story that he was an innocent informant, but the manuscript revealed small details that made her realize it wasn't that simple. She learned that the odd antiques that filled her childhood home weren't just a core. Their part of her father's money laundering scheme.

“That wasn't just my dad collecting. That was a way of hiding illegal money.”

She had her own memories of her childhood, and now she had her father's memories. As the two versions came together, a new picture emerged. My dad was telling a story about my childhood where everything made sense and nothing made sense. She needed to know what was real. She called her family to see if they could corroborate anything her dad wrote, but nobody wanted to talk to her.

"My mom wanted nothing to do with it. She didn't want to know about it. She didn't want to hear about it. My sister just kept saying the same thing. Why do you want to hurt daddy? Leave it alone. Don't bring this up. If you bring this up you're just hurting daddy. And she wouldn't talk to me. I called everybody in my family. I reached out to my cousin, my aunt. Nobody would talk to me. Not a single person."

But this time, she refused to stop asking questions. "I thought, no, I have to know the truth. I have to figure this out. I got to get to the bottom of this story." If her family wasn't going to tell her the truth, she'd have to contact Gene's friends and his enemies. She started with a name she'd heard her whole life, Detective Ken Robertson.

"He was the one that my dad said was the corrupt police because of him we had to leave Canada." In his manuscript, Gene mentioned Detective Robertson over 70 times. He said everything was his fault. It turned out Detective Robertson was still alive, Leslie got in touch with them. Over the course of a long phone call, he told her everything he knew about her dad. "And he opened a whole new door. It completely blinds out of me."

According to Detective Robertson, there were a series of Italian bakery bombings in Ontario in the 1970s and 1980s. It was all part of a mafia turf war. In some of this criminal activity was being run out of her father's furniture store. So the police initially went in, they started surveilling his furniture store. They saw the Muzzatana and Lupino crime families going in and out of my dad's furniture store on

the regular. And because of that surveillance, they were able to get the joint task force

funded by the city council. Canada's first joint task force, and that is what led them to being

furniture store ultimately led his arrest for fraud. This is why the family had to abruptly move out of Canada. Gene wasn't on a work trip after all. As a kid and young adult, Leslie was in the dark

“about all of this, who her father was, the fact that he was arrested. Now you have to remember”

everything that happened happened before the internet. I was in Florida. When a lot of this stuff went

down, I would have never heard about that. It would have been in the local paper. He wouldn't just

go online and look it up. Leslie asked the detective if her dad was in the mafia. This is all he knew. He wasn't in the mafia, but we don't know if he was working with the mafia or he was being extorted. We still don't know. And I asked Ken Robertson. I said, do you know anything about my dad being in a format? He said, well, I don't know anything about it. However, he was ripe for picking. He was the perfect person to be in a format because he had connections. He knew jewelry.

“Leslie really wanted to talk to someone who was close to her dad. So she reached out to one of his”

old friends who were going to call Leonard. As they sat across from each other at a cafe, Leonard told her what he had learned about her dad's jewelry business over the years.

What he said left her astonished. According to Leonard, the jewelry business was always a front

for an armed robbery ring. After Jean made an expensive jewelry sale, he would target the wealthy client for robbery. He then had his employees, dresses police officers, and knock on their front door. And they'd say there's been a robbery in the neighborhood can we come in and talk to you. But once they were inside, they dropped the act. And then they would tie these people up in their

“chairs and force them to open the safe. Then almost offhandedly, Leonard said something that”

knocked the wind out of Leslie. He says to me, "You know, um, I don't know if you know this, but you dad told me that Brad that wasn't an accident." I'm like, "Huh?" He said, "Yeah, that was a hit, that was a revenge killing because of your dad. I just felt like all the breath had been stolen out of my body." When Leonard left, the weight of his words hit her. And I just lost it. I couldn't even get myself together. My dad was at the hero. My dad was a worse villain

than I ever imagined. Jean involved his son in his crimes, and that may have been what killed him. This is the most shocking and devastating thing of all, but we can't confirm if Brad's death was a hit or an accident. I'd like to think it's not true. But there's no real way of knowing. My brother's gone. He's been gone for a long time. It doesn't change anything. Leslie learned so many shocking things through her investigation. After talking with everyone,

she returned to her family one more time. My mom always said that she knew nothing about my father's

dealings. She never saw anything suspicious. But if everything Leslie heard was true, then her mom had to know about it. She kept the books for her dad's businesses and spent every day with him for years. Bit by bit, I could pull on threads. For example, I said, "Are you sure dad never mentioned the CIA or the FBI?" He'd know what. Yeah, actually he did mention that. Back. Yeah, but I never paid any attention to that. My mom, I came to understand, was in survival mode. My mom buried everything

she didn't want to see, and so she turned a blind eye to everything. Finally, Leslie went back to the one person who had never cracked, who had never shared anything about what happened or what she felt, what did all meant her sister Margo? I asked Margo again, even though she shut me out. I took another run at her. I said, "This is what I found out. This is what I found out from everybody I interviewed. Do you know anything about this?" And she said, "It's true." Yeah, it's all true. I'm like, "You knew all along."

It was a lonely realization. Her family new gene was involved in criminal activity and didn't

put her directly in harm's way, but the rest of her family had failed to protect her too.

“When every family member keeps the secret, they may not have committed the crime,”

but they're all in on the betrayal, all of them. They all own it. Even after their admissions, Leslie's family didn't have the concrete answers she wanted. Was her dad an informant? How involved was he in the mafia? Those truths died when her father did. But one thing is clear. He put her in harm's way. He involved her in his crimes. When she trusted him the most, he sent her off into situations that risked her life,

and that is the biggest betrayal. Parents are supposed to protect their children. The world is not a safe place, the world is a very dangerous place, but when it's inside your own home, and it's the person that you're supposed to trust the most, that they're the most dangerous person in your life. That's damaging. After she exhausted all the leads in her investigation, she realized there was more to the search than finding concrete answers. There was an emotional

truth. One, she'd have to answer for herself. In investigating my dad, I was realizing that I was investigating myself, my identity, in relationship to my dad. This is my story. This is my life. This is my childhood. This is my family. A few years ago, Leslie decided to write a memoir about her childhood, her father, and his crimes. It was published in May of this year.

It's called The Liar's Playbook. Writing my book is the first time in my life that I stopped,

and I looked back, and I did not see a monster. I saw a man, simple, brilliant, dangerous, flawed. Leslie returned to her dad's manuscript now with clear eyes, and what she saw this time was someone she recognized. Just so many things that we shared, and that made me feel less lonely. He's a risk-taker, I'm a risk-taker. He's a visionary, I'm a visionary. He has big ideas, I have a big idea. My dad's best qualities are my best qualities. His worst qualities are my worst qualities,

but I have that awareness, and now I can break those patterns, and that's the biggest gift of all. Leslie spent her adult life building stability and safety. Today, she lives on the shores

“of a lake in Ontario. She has close relationships with her daughters. In a way, her life is a”

reaction to the chaos her father created in her childhood. She doesn't take it for granted. I live in a beautiful little brown writer's cabin, and I spend my days writing. I'm writing a work of fiction. I'm writing a holiday suspense novel based on the exact same themes about family dysfunction, about trust, about fraud, and this next part of my life is going to be about being an author, about being a full-time writer. We end every weekly episode with the same question.

Why do you let us share your story? The truth is highly destabilizing, but once you blow everything

up, you can take those fragments and build something durable, you can build something honest, something true, and that is freeing. Where we're born, who we're born to, that's all a lottery. We have no control over that. We have no control over the DNA we get, but we get to choose what genes to express. Our family might shape us, but we get to define ourselves.

“On the next episode of Betrayal Weekly, I just remember feeling gutted, completely gutted.”

This was my darkest year. A member of my family had been taken. I'm living in a twilight zone. I just want the truth to come out. Everything else can stop. If you'd like to share your story on Betrayal, please email [email protected]. That is [email protected]. Please note that we are not a mental health organization. If you are in crisis or currently experiencing domestic violence, we encourage you to seek local

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