He hired Gerald Foss, a local attorney whose business card might as well have said scorched-earth litigation.
Foss was not merely aggressive.
He specialized in intimidation, procedural tricks, and exhausting opponents who couldn’t afford to keep fighting.
He had no experience in federal military jurisdiction.
He had never practiced in a military courtroom.
He barely understood the difference between a JAG officer and a janitor.
Dad picked him because Foss wasn’t interested in the truth.
He cared about winning.
Their strategy was vicious.
They claimed I had used advanced military interrogation tactics to manipulate a dementia-riddled elderly woman into signing over her estate.
Interrogation tactics was Foss’s phrase.
Vague enough to frighten a civilian jury.
Specific enough to sound like something pulled from a classified manual.
The lie depended entirely on nobody in the courtroom understanding the military well enough to challenge it.
Then Dad weaponized Lauren.
