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Six days after Sterling escaped to the Bahamas, Stewart got up around 6:30 and grabbed a drink and a cigar. Another day in paradise, Stewart thought to himself. He had become less interested in working and was doing the bare minimum to get by. As Stewart took a sip of his drink, the FBI was gearing up at the headquarters for a 7 a.m. raid.
“This is going to be a very high-profile arrest. This guy is a judge, not some major drug trafficker, but we still need to be careful. I don’t trust him,” said Drew to a team of fifteen agents preparing to raid the home. “Does anyone have any questions?” asked Drew.
“No, sir,” responded the agents in unison.
“Let’s get ready to rock-n-roll,” exclaimed Drew.
The fifteen agents got into several unmarked cars and drove to Stewart’s home.
Drew sat i
