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Albuquerque, New Mexico, 87104. This is my confession. If you're
watching this tape, I'm probably dead- murdered by my brother-in-law,
Hank Schrader. Hank has been building a meth empire for over a year now,
and using me as his chemist. Shortly after my 50th birthday, he asked
that I use my chemistry knowledge to cook methamphetamine, which he
would then sell using connections that he made through his career with
the DEA. I was... astounded. I... I always thought Hank was a very moral
man, and I was particularly vulnerable at the time - something he knew
and took advantage of. I was reeling from a cancer diagnosis that was
poised to bankrupt my family.