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    By Ryan Peters

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    Left is the true story of a million dollar kidnapping gone wrong and the elusive hunt for the criminal master

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherLady Justice Press
    Release dateNov 15, 2022
    ISBN9798986686912
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      Copyright ©2022 by Ryan Peters

      All rights reserved.

      No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means—electronic, mechanical, photocopy, recording, or any other—without the prior permission of the author.

      ISBN: 979-8-9866869-0-5 (paperback)

      ISBN: 979-8-9866869-1-2 (ebook)

      Library of Congress Control Number: 2022914165

      Printed in the United States of America

      A man lies faceup in the dark predawn of the Mojave Desert. Hands bound behind his back, legs bound together, he’s covered in bleach and blood. His penis has been brutally sawed off. Somebody, please help! Mary Barnes screams into the cold blue sunrise. She’s blindfolded, in pain, and walking aimlessly toward the highway. They have just been assaulted by a stranger who is demanding a million dollars in buried treasure. From murdering his best friend to high-speed chases, breaking out of prison, and cold-blooded guile, this is the story of international fugitive Hossein Nayeri, as told by Lieutenant Ryan Peters of Orange County.

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      Contents

      Introduction vii

      Part I

      The Investigation

      Chapter 1 1

      Chapter 2 25

      Part II

      A New Lead

      Chapter 3 31

      Chapter 4 41

      Chapter 5 47

      Part III

      The Puppet Master

      Chapter 6 55

      Chapter 7 61

      Chapter 8 69

      Part IV

      Closing the Net

      Chapter 9 73

      Chapter 10 85

      Chapter 11 95

      Part V

      The Trial

      Chapter 12 121

      Q&A Section for Reader 137

      About the Author 137

      Introduction

      My name is Ryan Peters.

      When I think about all of the cases I’ve worked on and all the justice that has been served—this one stands out the most. This is the story of how we arrested international fugitive Hossein Nayeri. It’s bone-chilling and crazy-making. For the true crime enthusiast, there are multiple plot twists that I hope will keep you turning the pages. But this is much more than just a good story.

      I feel like it’s an important tale to tell because of how it affected my family and my community and how it turned an entire county upside down. This case drew a lot of attention and notoriety, but you haven’t heard the entire story. The real story is in the details. The true foundation for the spying, poisoning, cheating, beating, kidnapping, torturing, lying, manipulation, and, of course, love is always found in the details. Why did this all happen? Why did they think they could pull this off? Why did they truly believe there were millions of dollars buried out in the desert? Why did they pick Michael—loveable, sweet Michael?

      Details are what separate the good criminals from the average. Details are also what separate the good detectives from the average. I’m here to dive into the details.

      Before we get started, I want to give you some context and background on my life. First and foremost, I’m a husband and a dad. My wife and I met at a youth group and dated as teenagers. When she went off to college, I trained to become an emergency medical technician (EMT) with a group of friends. Our mutual goal was to become firemen together. Answering 911 calls and saving lives was a thrill, but part of me knew I wanted to do even more with my life. It felt like there was some greater call for me to answer.

      I remember the exact moment when the lightbulb went off about what my higher purpose would be. There was a shooting at a house in the California community of Diamond Bar. As EMTs, we were staged close to the incident, but the cops were the ones in the thick of the scene. They were making the arrests, saving lives, negotiating, and handling the emergency head-on. I remember sitting on the curb, catching the intensity of the situation as it escalated. Voice levels were rising. I was feeling so close but so far away from being able to do anything to actually help. I realized: I don’t want to be on the sidelines, waiting for the emergency to be over. I want to be involved in the rescue. I want to be part of the solution before there is ever any need for an EMT.

      That was the moment my life took a new direction and shifted from firefighting to detective work.

      I was accepted into the Long Beach Police Academy, where I clocked many long hours and graduated in 2002. It was an exciting time in my life when the Long Beach Police Department picked me up as a twenty-one-year-old rookie.

      I was young, but I got criminal law enforcement experience under my belt quickly. From the onset of my new career, I began dealing with gang shootings, robberies, domestic violence, street prostitution, and lots and lots of drugs. Routinely, it was a fast-paced workday filled with arrests, foot pursuits, vehicle pursuits, use-of-force arrests, and, of course, the occasional taco cart lunch.

      Long Beach was significantly different from my hometown in San Bernardino county. The daily barrage of violent crimes was eye-opening, and I had to think about my future in law enforcement. In Long Beach, it would take up to ten years before I could be promoted to detective and would require me to be working, boots on the ground, all of those ten years in the state’s most violent areas. Instead of going from one horrendous crime to another for years on end, I wanted to find a community where I could really make a difference. I knew I wanted to advance my career and sink roots somewhere that needed me. If I’m honest with you, Long Beach just didn’t feel like a place I wanted to be for the rest of my life.

      In 2004, I heard about a job opening with the Newport Beach Police Department. This community was quite different but in a good way. The piers, the boat-filled harbors, and the expensive lattes were all very glamorous in contrast to the work I was doing with inner-city gangs. I applied with very few expectations and was offered a position at the bottom of the ladder. What felt so right at first quickly had me questioning myself. Within the first month of training in Newport, I wanted to go back to Long Beach. Watching for stop sign violators didn’t offer the feeling of making a difference that I experienced handling high-level emergencies in Long Beach. I was humbled.

      Fighting violent crime was one thing but fighting the thieves and narcotics in Newport was going to be a whole new challenge. I quickly realized I was given an opportunity to learn a whole new level of the craft of investigation, even if it meant working traffic violations for a while. I began to see how the hard work of understanding the intricacy of the criminal mind was going to be attractive enough to stay committed to Newport.

      In 2005 I was on patrol when I ran back into my wife-to-be, Ashlee. As mentioned early, we were high school sweethearts before she went off to college and I began my career as an EMT. But now, a few years later, here we were.

      On this particular night, I had been called to a local bar on Newport Boulevard for a bar fight. While in the parking lot, as I was restraining the drunken suspect, I heard a group of women yell my name. As I looked up, I saw them in the bar line giggling and pointing at Ash.

      We didn’t talk that night as she shuffled into the bar, and I took a guy to jail, but with that quick glance, I knew I needed to reconnect with her. A few days later, we decided to meet up—or what she calls our Second First Date, where we went to dinner and grabbed drinks. I knew that night it would be her and me forever. Less than a year later, we were engaged.

      As I write this, we’re approaching our fifteen-year wedding anniversary. We have four kids—three are biological, and our youngest was adopted through the foster care system.

      Our youngest daughter

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