So I grew up in the hood and had some high school friends that weren't exactly law abiding. One of the folks, James, ended getting caught for a home burglary as I was heading off to college. (One of the theives bought a used Porsche 911 with cash that had slight burn marks from opening the safe they took out of the house. Yes, really, and he turned everyone else in.)
In Huntsville, unbeknownst to me, James upped his game. At one point, while working in Austin, he stopped by with a "co-worker". (He made regular trips from San Antonio back to South Carolina, where he was living but stopped in Dallas to "see friends".)
I was pretty sure he was running coke or meth brought in from Mexico. Basically a mule.
At this stop by, at my work, in Austin, he took me to the back of a van he was driving to show me something.
It was large bags fulls of hundreds. I told him I wish he hadn't show me that....
About 3 months later someone in our mutual "network" informs me that James died of a cocaine overdose. That checked the box for me. I was very sad at the loss but it made sense.... until...
The FBI field office in Austin called me, asked me if I knew James and then asked me to come in for a chat.
Yeah... I agreed, and was too stupid not to get a lawyer first.
I showed up and it they were shocked to learn I left work, where I worked and that I was a Texas grad. I guess they just assumed I was a criminal buddy. They then asked me if I knew about James ODing. Asked if knew what he was doing and why the trips to San Antonio.
I said I guessed it was drug transport, but I never asked and never wanted to know.
He and a crew were breaking into banks in San Antonio at night, going through the roof. They were looking for the "buddy" James was with when he met me. Basically ended up cutting me lose when I explained my distant relationship back from High School.
I won't ever defend James' choices, but he was never cruel or mean to anyone. He was a thief, which is bad, but he wasn't evil, just a criminal. RIP homie.