They like to go out, spend money, own dudes, and, you know, talk shit about wanting to rule the world.

And I'm not talking about small time cons.

Scam over here, scam over there.

So I started Googling the name.

And it's just popping up everywhere.

The first name, Cajal Nerula.

The second.

A friend of his named Danny Garcia.

Danny and Kishol, they were a team.

A team known as the gay grifters.

Chal was staying at the presidential suite at the four seasons at $5,000 a night.

All the staff is bowing down to him saying, you know, good afternoon, your majesty.

They took what they thought they were owed and ruined countless lives in the process.

And I look at my bank account and my balance was zero.

Entire boxes were missing.

I mean, very valuable pieces of jewelry.

And I can hear this girl crying. She's like everything's gone.

Their cons totaled in the millions. But stealing is one thing. Taking a life is another.

He comes flying at him and puts that knife right into the back of the neck.

And that murder?

That's not even the scariest part of the story.

I'm Julie Golden.

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