SOMEWHERE IN THE STATE OF SONORA, MEXICO--As night falls, Gary Reeder rips through his motel room, hurriedly stuffing clothes into a small suitcase. After three days in this hellhole of a town somewhere in Mexico's Sonoran Desert, Reeder looks frantic. Crazed. Downright scared. "I'm leaving tonight," he says, spotting me... More >>>
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It's Friday night at the House of Reeder, Gary's church-like gathering in his apartment. These people, who are mostly Cornerstone investors, pray for Gary's pain. He was in a terrible car wreck in June and broke his neck. He suspects the government was trying to kill him.