When I asked him where he found the lunatic gumption not only to enter into the risky business of counterfeiting but to do so at the unheard-of scale of hundreds of millions of dollars, Frank replied with a shrug: "I can do anything I want. Should he be allowed by NASA to attempt a lunar landing? I will say only this: Do not discount someone who apparently launched a currency-fraud scheme so cunning that he was able to rook the Secret Service and the Canadian government and then walk away from the whole mess a free and wealthy man.
Possibly out of bureaucratic discretion, possibly sore from their humiliating dealings with the counterfeiter, the legal authorities here and abroad would say very little on the record about the Bourassa case.
He favors old T-shirts and complicated jeans with lots of pockets and zippers, which, actually, probably did set him back a buck or two.
Canada being Canada, they let him serve it in his living room. So fuck it: Why not skip everything and just start making currency?The paper was the essential ingredient for fabricating high-grade counterfeit bills that the Canadian police would later describe as "basically undetectable" from the real thing. "It was the best day of my life." Frank now had what he needed to print hundreds of millions of dollars' worth of fake U. currency—and to soon become the most prolific counterfeiter in the history of the trade.As soon as the security sweep pronounced the shipment clean, Frank welled up with optimism. , easygoing man of 44 whose standard answer, when you ask him why he beat up such-and-such a person, or got stabbed by so-and-so, or committed this or that felony, is "I don't know, I guess for fun." On a website he recently launched, Frank describes himself as an "insane million making Master earner," though he does not necessarily look like an insane million-making master earner." Around the age of 15, he says, he moved out of his parents' house, quit school, and got his own place. He also found illegal work running stolen automobiles. Before long he was diagnosed with an acute stress disorder and prescribed anti-anxiety pills, which "I was taking like crazy." He sold the brake business, but the experience led Frank to a crucial resolve: "I said, 'Fuck it."I had two or three guys who I'd give the orders to, and then they'd go jump the cars," Frank said. I'll never work legit again.'" And so Frank went back to breaking the law.
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His adventures in hot-car trafficking went on for a few years, over the course of which Frank oversaw the theft of "I don't know, maybe 500? In his late twenties, Frank committed what he generally describes as the most regrettable error of his professional life: He tried to get rich by legitimate means. "People were making good money smuggling pot at the time, so I said, 'Well, I'll give this a shot.'" The cannabis trade treated Frank nicely, until one day in 2006 when the police raided the grow operation of one of his suppliers.On the western side of town, he opened a small factory specializing in the manufacture of brake pads and shoes. Frank was convicted on a drug charge and had to do some time.But this day marked the real beginning of the grandest, riskiest, most potentially enriching scheme of Frank's life. Frank ran a few cautious spy moves just to be sure: At the on-ramp to the highway, one of the cars in the procession shammed a breakdown, halting traffic behind it and stymieing any would-be tails. So the runner drove the truck to a freight lot in Frank's hometown of Trois-Rivières, a small city of 130,000 on the St. Frank and his team spent three last unthrilling days on binocular detail.The convoy now on the move, he and his crew fell in behind the truck. The runner sped the box truck to a parking lot outside Montreal and left it there. Finally, when he was fairly certain that the cops weren't onto him, Frank says he called another friend of his who showed up with scanners and radio wands to check the shipment for bugs. On five wooden pallets sat the future of Frank's criminal enterprise.It was paper of a special kind, made with the same rare cotton-and-linen recipe used for printing American currency.