He showed no real ambition to improve either in skills or status (he actually turned down promotions that would have given him more responsibility). He seemed like the kind of schlub who fell into the job and just resigned himself to grinding it out until he could retire, sit in the park and feed pigeons full time.
The secret identity:
He was a goddamned criminal mastermind.
The man broke laws that they probably hadn't even thought to write yet. We could use up the rest of your day going through all of his scams (from murder for hire to insurance fraud to car theft), but really, there's one crime that seems to sum Leasure up best:
Ask yourself, if you were a flamboyant Batman villain-style criminal, what's the biggest, most brazen and ridiculous thing you could steal?
Think smaller, but easier to sell.
How about freaking luxury yachts? Because that was just one branch of Leasure's criminal empire -- he and a partner stole million-dollar yachts, somehow got away with it and then resold them, somehow getting away with that part, too, for years. Seriously, how does that even work? How do you get them out of the water? Don't tell us. We're imagining him lifting them right out of the ocean using a giant zeppelin while he cackles and shouts taunts from a window.
It was also known in the criminal underworld that if you needed somebody dead, Leasure would make it happen for $50,000 (one job involved blowing up a guy's car). He ran a stolen-car ring (he had more than a dozen Corvettes at his house, which investigators are pretty sure he didn't buy off a lot). He claimed to have millions stashed in a secret bank account in the Caymans and boasted that he intended to buy his own island in Central America one day. We believe him.
"... And all the people will have to wear leasure suits."
Did we mention that he kept this up without his friends in the department knowing for 10 years?
Or that he was married to a city prosecutor and that not even she knew? Yeah, there's a whole book about this guy. He finally went to jail back in the early 90s, but to this day, every account you read shows that authorities still have no idea how far Leasure's criminal empire spread. They man was Keyser Soze. They probably imprisoned a lookalike, and the real Leasure is off on his island in Central America right now.
Cezary Jan Strusiewicz is a freelance online journalist and Japanese-English-Polish translator. Contact him at firstname.lastname@example.org
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