The sketchiest guy I knew from grade school became a high end realtor. One of his listings was from an industrialist from Mexico who had his status stripped because his daughter’s boyfriend was a key player in one of the cartels and he had him flown into the country on his jet.
The realtor strung him along for two years. The property was a waterfront 34 room mansion with an indoor pool, sauna and outside hot tube/pool run all year round. He held massive pay-to-play parties while rejecting any enquires for sale owing the “a pending offer”.
As the owner was prohibited from returning to the country, the party house was a printing press of currency for the realtor. But, as is nearly always the case with such matters, the realtor got even greedier and tried to take his parties to the next level.
That got the attention of the Hells Angels and in short order, he became the butler for a spell. That is, until he married himself to a bullet in the head from a firearm he didn’t possess.
It was a deserved end for him IMO.
The house was eventually surrendered to the bank as needed renovations exceeded the value of the structure. It was torn down and the property was parcelled.
Today, six houses occupy the foot print, and each is more gaudy than the next.
Sketchy realtors are as common as sketchy lawyers. The only difference is that the realtors get to play their scams in the open.
