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Ridwaan Domingo awoke the morning of June 3, 2002, to the sound of FBI agents banging on his door.
Domingo was a U.K.-raised, boarding-school-educated son of a successful South African businessman. He’d relocated to the States to work for his father’s company more than a decade earlier, which is where he met Patrice, the beautiful blonde sleeping next to him.
Together they had a daughter, Angelique, whom they affectionately called “Chummy,” and lived in a sunny yellow house on 6.5 acres of land, surrounded by 600 orange trees. Their life in San Diego—”America’s finest city,” as Domingo called it, without a trace of irony—seemed near-perfect.
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