Big Bob Bashara put on a respectable face. To his friends in Detroit’s affluent suburb of Grosse Pointe, he was a married father of two, Rotary Club President, church usher and soccer dad who organized charity events with his wife, Jane.
To his slaves, he was Master Bob, cocaine-snorting slumlord who operated a sex dungeon and had a submissive girlfriend to do his bidding. But Bashara knew he couldn’t rule a household of concubines on his income alone. He eyed his wife’s sizable retirement account and formulated a murderous plan.