Fifteen years ago, Wayne Pickering had a happy family, a good income, and the strut he earned in high school. Then he brokered three land flips for a real estate promoter. When the Feds cast their net, Pickering went to prison. The year is 1986. His name is frequently in the papers, both for the raw land deals he closes and for the cars he races.
Land is hot around Dallas.
Every pasture has the potential to be a future World Trade Center. Pickering has his own real estate company, a healthy income, a good marriage, and two fine children. Fast forward to the present. Pickering walks into my office. I haven t laid eyes on him in seven years since before he went to prison.