I Inherited a Business With a $3,000 Mysterious Payment

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[00:00:00]This morning I tried putting nutmeg into my coffee. Like an actual do are they called nutmegs? Is that a nut? It's called like a grater I guess. A little tiny grater. And I put some into my coffee. It was absolutely delicious. I would highly recommend that. Just a little bit though. Nutmeg is I guess toxic in large quantities. Do your own thing people. But it was delicious.

[00:00:23]Anyway, today is the day when we talk about this story which is about an uncle's auto shop and some nefarious business. Let's see. Let's see what we get into here. I inherited my uncle's auto shop and found $3,000 monthly payment going out to a company I can't identify. When I stopped it, a man called and said, "Your uncle knew why."

[00:00:45]That was 4 months ago. I know why now, too. I don't know what to do. Just a friendly reminder, if you like this kind of content, subscribe to the channel. We are a growing family of 31,000 souls who gather here at the piano for the best of the internet. I hope. Background first, because it really matters. My uncle Dennis was 61 when he got diagnosed.

[00:01:09]Cancer, the kind where by the time you feel anything wrong, it's already everywhere. He called me in January 2023 to tell me, and by April, he was gone.

[00:01:19]He never married, no kids. I was his only family. My mom was his sister and she passed when I was in college, so it had just been the two of us for years.

[00:01:27]We weren't really close or anything, but we talked on the phone every couple weeks. He'd drive up to Phoenix sometimes, and we'd go eat at Sonic, and he'd tell me stories about customers, and I'd complain about work, normal stuff. Sonic is wildly underrated, I have to say. The last time I was there, he left me the shop in his will. full ownership, a sixbay auto service place in Tucson that he built up over 22 years. I'm not a mechanic. I'm a bookkeeper. I do the accounts for a property management company. But I figured I could learn the business side, hire someone who knew cars, and at least try before deciding to sell. I took 3 months of leave. Yes, I know. I am insanely privileged to get to do that.

[00:02:06]Wait, bookkeepers can just take three months of leave at the drop of a hat. Well, I suppose it's sort of what would you call that? Grief leave, something like that.

[00:02:18]But three months and moved down to Tucson. That's when I found the payment.

[00:02:23]I went through the books carefully my first week. That's my thing. I like financial records. I like when numbers tell a clean story. The shop was profitable. Its margins were decent.

[00:02:33]Payroll was straightforward. But in the regular expenses, there was a line item that showed up every single month.

[00:02:39]3,000. Always on the ETH. always to the same account. No description, no vendor name in the memo field, just an account number and a routing number. Routting, routing, routing, routing, routting number, and a wire transfer that went out like clockwork. I asked Andre, the manager I brought in. He'd worked in auto service for 15 years, and I trusted his judgment on the car side. He had no idea what the payment was for. I asked the two mechanics who'd been there the longest. Same answer. Neither of them had ever seen Dennis write a check for it or talk about it. I ran the account information as far as I could. It led to Trillings Holdings LLC registered in Nevada. The public filings gave me a registered agent and not much else.

[00:03:20]Nevada LLC's can be structured so the actual owners do not appear in the ordinary public records. And in 2023, there was no public federal beneficial ownership database I could search. I hit that wall and had nowhere obvious to go from there. I waited 2 weeks thinking maybe someone would come forward with an explanation. No one did. So, I stopped the payment. 14 days later, my cell phone rang. It was a number I didn't recognize. Tucson area code. The man on the other end spoke like someone used to being in control of a conversation. That is quite a descriptor. Someone used to being in control of a conversation.

[00:03:56]He said the payment hadn't come through and asked if there had been a problem with the account. I said I was Dennis's niece and that I'd inherited the business and I needed to understand what the payment was for before I could continue it. There was a long silence on the line. Your uncle knew what it was for. I said my uncle had passed away and I needed him to explain the payment to me directly. Another pause. Then I think you should resume the payment and we can talk about the details another time. I said I wasn't going to resume anything without an explanation and asked him his name. He didn't give it. He just hung up. I sat in Dennis's office, which was my office now, I guess, with the phone in my hand and I tried to figure out what I was feeling. Not scared yet. More like the feeling of reaching into a bag and finding something in there that wasn't supposed to be there. That would scare me.

[00:04:44]Reaching into a bag and finding something that wasn't supposed to be there. Unless it's chips or something. 3 days later, someone keyed every single car on the service lot. 11 vehicles, all of them belonging to customers. Long scratches down the doors and hoods done overnight. Security camera had been spray painted over sometime after midnight. Whoever did it knew exactly where the camera was. And that was when I got scared. I didn't call the police about the cars. I know that sounds wrong. I called my insurance. I worked with the customers. I paid out of pocket for three repairs that insurance didn't fully cover, but I didn't call the police because I didn't know yet what I was sitting in the middle of, and I was afraid of what calling police might open up before I understood it. I feel like maybe calling the police at this point would have been a very good idea.

[00:05:29]What do you think? Instead, I started asking questions carefully.

[00:05:34]There's a mechanic named S who had been at the shops since before I was born.

[00:05:38]He's 63, doesn't say much, fixes things.

[00:05:41]I asked him one afternoon while he was eating a sandwich on the hood of a Civic. Eating a sandwich on is he sitting on the car? If Dennis had ever seemed worried about anything, like ever gone through a rough patch, S thought about it. He said Dennis was fine right up until sometime in 2018, the summer maybe or fall. And then something changed. Dennis started coming in earlier, staying later, got quieter.

[00:06:05]Said he thought it was a woman at first, then decided it was money trouble, then stopped guessing because Dennis was clearly not going to bring it up. He was different after that. Said like someone let the air out of him. He finished his sandwich. I asked if Dennis had ever mentioned any legal trouble or business problems around that time. S shook his head. Then he said, almost as an afterthought, that a man had come to the shop once, maybe in the fall of 2018, maybe October, and asked to speak to Dennis privately. S had been in Bay 3 and watched through the window. They stood in the parking lot for maybe 10 minutes. Dennis did most of the listening. When the man left, Dennis came back in and went straight to his office and closed the door. "Did you ever ask him about it?" I said. S looked at me like that was a funny question.

[00:06:48]"Not my business," he said. I didn't push. The other thing I was doing was going through Dennis's house. I was the estate executive, so it fell to me. Most of it was normal. Sorting through furniture, cancelling utilities, deciding what to donate. But in the back of his bedroom closet, on the top shelf, behind some folded blankets, I found a metal lock box, the kind with a combination lock. I tried his birthday.

[00:07:10]Didn't work. I tried mom's birthday.

[00:07:12]That didn't work. I tried the year the shop opened. That didn't work. I took it to a locksmith who required quite a bit of persuasion and charged me $45 to open it. Is that really how easy it is?

[00:07:23]Locksmiths of the world. Inside, three things. A USB drive, a print out of an email chain, two pages folded in quarters, and a piece of paper handwritten with a license plate number, a date, April 14th, 2018, and the word witness with a question mark. I read the email printout first. The first message in the chain was sent to Dennis's personal email address in June 2018 from a Gmail account, which was just random letters and numbers, nothing identifiable. The message was short. It said the sender knew what happened on April 14th. It said the sender had documentation. It said for $3,000 a month, the documentation would stay private. It said Dennis had one week to respond.

[00:08:05]Dennis reply was three words.

[00:08:09]Okay. When? How? The next message had wire transfer instructions for an account. That was it. The email chain was six messages total, and the whole thing took less than a week. Dennis had printed it out and kept it. I don't know why. Maybe because having a physical copy felt like some kind of control over a situation where he had none. I stared at the date on that piece of paper for a long time. April 14th, 2018. Whatever happened, it happened on that specific night. How did she know it was a night?

[00:08:36]The USB drive was password protected. I took it to a computer repair shop near the university, the kind of place run by a 22-year-old who has a stack of hard drives on a shelf and a handdrawn sign about data recovery. He said he could try a few things. $50 and two days later, he called me and said it was open again. Is it really that easy to get into? Is nothing private? I picked it up, drove to a parking lot, and sat in my car. There was one file on the drive, a video, dash cam footage timestamped 11:48 p.m. on April 14th, 2018. Here we go. I pressed play. The video is 43 seconds long. I've watched it more times than I can count now, and I wish I hadn't watched it even once. It's a dark road. I recognized it later as a county road about 6 milesi outside Tucson. The kind that doesn't have a lot of street lighting. What looks like Dennis's truck is moving at maybe 35 or 40 m an hour in front. License plate is clearly visible.

[00:09:30]The headlights catch a cyclist slightly to the side. There isn't time for the truck to stop. The collision happens right at the edge of the frame. The truck slows down, stays stopped for maybe 10 seconds, then it starts moving again. He just drove home. I watched it twice. The second time I paused it at the moment the truck slows and sits there. Those 10 seconds where he stopped, I think about what it takes to decide to just keep driving, what you have to convince yourself of in 10 seconds to do that. I thought every Sunday phone call of driving down to Tucson for his funeral and giving a speech about what a good man he was. I looked up the accident afterward. The cyclist was named Marco, 38 years old, died at the scene. Case went cold. His family had filed an uninsured motorist claim through their own insurance because no responsible driver was ever identified. Then I looked at the piece of paper again. The license plate, the word date, the word witness. Dennis had kept that, too. He'd written down a plate number of a car that might have seen what had happened, and he must have seen in the rearview mirror. He kept it.

[00:10:30]I don't know if he planned to use it someday or if he just couldn't throw it away or what. How does this person know that?

[00:10:37]Oh, because they can see the license plate of his car, like of Dennis's car in the dash cam footage. So then they compare the two. Well, you could have told us that. Still quite an assumption.

[00:10:50]I ran the plate through one of those online lookup services, the kind PI firms use. Not free. I paid around $25.

[00:10:57]Again, that's all that it takes. That's all that it takes. The plate came back registered to a woman named Marion at an address in the Rinken Valley area of Tucson. I drove to her house. I know life isn't a movie. I'm not the main character, but I had to go. This Yeah, okay. Yeah, this does take some guts.

[00:11:15]Marian is in her 50s, retired teacher.

[00:11:17]She answered the door and I told her I was doing research on a 2018 accident and had reason to believe she might have driven through the area that night. She said yes, she remembered it because she'd seen a truck pulled over on the shoulder and thought maybe someone had broken down and then it started moving again before she could decide whether to stop. She'd reported it to the police about a week after the accident when she saw a news item about an unsolved cyclist death in that area. She gave police a description. They took her statement and she never heard anything back. Then I asked, had anyone else ever contacted her about it? She said yes.

[00:11:49]About three months after the accident, a man called and said he was an insurance investigator working the uninsured motorist claim for the Diaz family. I guess the Diaz family is Marco's family.

[00:12:01]Hoping that's not her real name. She said he was professional, polite, asked specific technical questions. Things like, "Did the truck appear to break before or after passing her? Was there any debris in the road? Did she observe the truck's speed relative to the posted limit? What kind of truck? what direction it was headed. Did she see the driver? She told him, "Dark pickup going to Ward Town." No, she didn't see the driver. Then the man asked if she had dash cam footage. She did. She sent it to him. I asked if she remembered the man's name. She didn't. She said he'd said he was from an adjusting company, but she couldn't remember which one. I thanked her and I got in my car.

[00:12:41]Insurance adjuster. Working a cyclist's uninsured motorist claim in 2018. had enough industry access to pull police reports, contact witnesses, do his own reconstruction, and had apparently put it together. Knew Dennis's truck, knew enough to approach him. The Gmail address on the printout was useless to me directly since Google doesn't give up information without a subpoena. But I had another idea. Dennis's personal email account was still active. I had the login through the estate. I composed an email from his address to the Gmail and I wrote that I was his niece and I'd inherited the business and that I'd found the email chain in his things that I wanted to understand the arrangement before deciding whether to continue it.

[00:13:19]I hit send and I waited. The reply came back 2 days later. The message itself wasn't useful. It was vague and said to resume the payment and we'd establish new terms. But I checked the raw email headers because that's the kind of thing I know how to do from years of accounting work where you verify documents. And the reply to field, the address where responses would go if you hit reply, was different from the same address. Can someone explain that? Is that a real thing? The reply to was a company email. Somebody had set up the Gmail to forward replies back to a real address and hadn't thought through how the headers would look. The company domain was garit.com.

[00:13:58]I Googled it. It was a small independent insurance adjusting firm based in Tucson. Two employees listed. the owner, Philip Garrett, that's not his real name, and a part-time assistant. I looked up Philip Garrett. LinkedIn showed he'd worked as a claims adjuster at a major insurance firm for 11 years, then gone independent in 2019, right after he would have been working Marco's uninsured motorist claim through his previous employer, right before the payments to Trilling Holdings LLC started. I found a business address. I didn't go. I called an attorney instead.

[00:14:30]Great choice, OP. Great choice this time. She practices estate law and she'd been helping me with the probate process already, so she knew the situation. I told her everything. She was quiet for a while when I finished. Then she said, "Dennis is deceased, so no criminal charges can be brought against him. The hit-and-run statute under Arizona law becomes moot with his death, but civil liability is a different matter. Marco's family could still theoretically have sued the estate, and if they had, the shop, an asset of the estate, could have been subject to that judgment. But the family's statute of limitations for a civil wrongful death claim in Arizona is 2 years from the date of the death, which ran out in 2020. So civil suit against the estate, is likely timebarred. That should have felt like good news. She also said Philip Garrett has committed extortion. That's a crime and potentially at the federal level given that the payments technically cross state lines because the LLC was in Nevada. If I wanted to report it, I had strong grounds. I had to think carefully about what I wanted to do because this was going to involve the public record in some form regardless of which path I chose. I drove back to the shop after that meeting. S was closing up. He waved at me from the bay. I waved back. I went into the office and sat down and did not turn on the light for a while. I sent Garrett an email from the Gmail reply to you address. I said I knew who he was. I said I had dash cam footage. I said I was planning to report the extortion to the police and that he should contact an attorney. I sent it on a Tuesday night.

[00:16:01]On Thursday, a package arrived at the shop. No return address. Inside was a USB drive and a single piece of paper.

[00:16:09]The paper had five words on it. Now you have it, too. I plugged in the USB. It was a copy of the dash cam footage. I understood what he was doing. He's not asking for money anymore. He's sharing the secret instead of selling it. If I go to the police about the extortion, I have to explain how I have the footage and that I've had it for weeks and that I had sent him an email referencing it.

[00:16:29]Any move I make toward law enforcement puts me in the position of explaining why I sat on evidence of a fatal accident. He's not extorting me for money. He's making me a participant, so I'm silent. I also thought about the fact that Garrett collected $3,000 a month for 5 years before Dennis died.

[00:16:46]That's $180,000. He helped cover up a man's death for $180,000 and counting.

[00:16:52]And now that the original target is gone, he's figured out a way to keep himself protected without collecting another dollar. It seemed brilliant.

[00:17:00]That was 6 weeks ago. I've talked to the attorney two more times. She says, "My position is defensible. I received the footage as part of settling an estate. I wasn't aware of its contents until recently, and reporting it would demonstrate good faith." She says, "The note he sent me is itself evidence of a new extortion attempt and that I have more legal leverage than he thinks I do." I think about Marco's family a lot.

[00:17:20]They spent years not knowing who did it.

[00:17:23]They filed an insurance claim and got whatever they got, but never had an answer. I have an answer. I have 43 seconds of answer on a USB drive. The shop has been running fine. S fixed a Mercedes transmission last week that he said was the worst he'd seen in 10 years and seemed genuinely happy about it.

[00:17:39]Andre hired a new apprentice. Two of the scratch cars came back for service this month, which I took as a sign that people don't hold it against us. I haven't done anything else yet. The attorney said I have time to decide. I keep reminding myself of that. I do still have time.

[00:17:57]So, I have questions. I don't know about you, but that was a little complicated.

[00:18:02]Can you help me? Does it make sense?

[00:18:06]And a reminder that there is an email to which you can send stories of your own.

[00:18:11]Please do send it to me. It's piano [email protected].

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