![]() But as he cruised the empty streets of Sugar Land, Texas, Baxter was drowning in dark thoughts. ![]() Baxter was rich, too-thanks to a generous helping of stock options, a millionaire many times over. Before quitting his job eight months earlier, he had served as vice chairman of a great American corporation, capping a decade-long career as the company’s top deal maker. Then, dressed in blue jogging slacks, a blue T-shirt, and moccasin slippers, he climbed into his new black Mercedes-Benz S500 and drove out into the night.Īt 43, John Clifford Baxter, the son of a Long Island policeman, had made it big in Texas. The door alarm didn’t make a sound as he entered the garage he’d disabled the security system before turning in. Then he stepped quietly through his large suburban Houston home, taking care not to awaken his two children. He stuffed pillows under the covers so his sleeping wife wouldn’t notice he was gone. ![]() ![]() On a cool Texas night in late January, Cliff Baxter slipped out of bed. ![]()
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