How to Outwit a Cult of Mason Grifters? Stick around...

The line between safety and danger can dissolve in an instant. What began as a flourishing tour boat business in beautiful Cabo San Lucas rapidly descended into a desperate fight for survival against a network of Mason-affiliated grifters with dangerous cartel connections.When a seemingly friendly couple wearing Zag shirts appeared in my life, I immediately recognized the setup. These weren't random expatriates looking for friendship – they were scouts for a sophisticated operation that targeted tourists and long-term visitors. Their system was brilliant in its simplicity: rent properties equipped with hidden cameras, capture compromising behavior, then blackmail or rob their victims before forcing them out.Playing along while secretly gathering evidence became my daily reality. While Stan, a 33rd-degree Mason, regularly invaded my apartment stealing alcohol and manipulating my food, he had no idea my old phones were recording his every move. When Jill and Brian offered me "security cameras" connected to their account, they never suspected I had installed my own independent system.The dangerous game escalated when I confronted Stan with video evidence. Rather than backing down, the group enlisted my trusted business associate Nacho – a man I'd helped for years. His offer to connect me with cartel contacts at the police station seemed like salvation until he mysteriously "lost" the critical evidence after filing reports. The betrayal became undeniable when he arrived at my door with unseen accomplices waiting in the parking lot.My escape required abandoning nearly everything, paying $6,000 for an Uber to take my dog and me across Mexico, from Cabo to La Paz, by ferry to Mazatlan, and eventually to Cancun where we caught a flight to Puerto Rico. Those days of silent travel, unable to communicate with my driver due to language barriers, represented the thin line between freedom and becoming another disappeared expatriate.Support the show