Luke LaManna

Without him, Operation Grey Lord would never have been possible. In the fall of 1979, Terry Haake sat at the prosecutor's table in a downtown Chicago courtroom. He was an assistant prosecutor just three years out of law school, and he was about to question the victim and key witness in a rape trial. Haik watched as the teenage girl took the stand.

Without him, Operation Grey Lord would never have been possible. In the fall of 1979, Terry Haake sat at the prosecutor's table in a downtown Chicago courtroom. He was an assistant prosecutor just three years out of law school, and he was about to question the victim and key witness in a rape trial. Haik watched as the teenage girl took the stand.

Her voice was shaky as she began to recount her horrific ordeal. The teenager had been raped by her boss at the grocery store where they both worked. Her boss had chased her around the store, bitten her neck, brandished a gun, and threatened to kill her if she went to the police. The courtroom fell silent, absorbing the weight and horror of her testimony.

Her voice was shaky as she began to recount her horrific ordeal. The teenager had been raped by her boss at the grocery store where they both worked. Her boss had chased her around the store, bitten her neck, brandished a gun, and threatened to kill her if she went to the police. The courtroom fell silent, absorbing the weight and horror of her testimony.

Hake sat down and waited for the defense attorney to rise for his cross-examination. But the attorney chose not to question the victim at all. That was highly unusual. but a little while later, it all made sense to Haik. The judge dismissed the charges without any hesitation, letting the alleged rapist go free. After the trial, Haik pulled the girl's parents aside to talk.

Hake sat down and waited for the defense attorney to rise for his cross-examination. But the attorney chose not to question the victim at all. That was highly unusual. but a little while later, it all made sense to Haik. The judge dismissed the charges without any hesitation, letting the alleged rapist go free. After the trial, Haik pulled the girl's parents aside to talk.

They were devastated, and he felt awful for making their daughter publicly relive her experience for nothing. He did his best to console the girl's parents. He told the couple that the judge must have killed the case because there were no witnesses. He didn't have the nerve to tell the girl's family what he strongly suspected. He believed the defense lawyer had paid off the judge.

They were devastated, and he felt awful for making their daughter publicly relive her experience for nothing. He did his best to console the girl's parents. He told the couple that the judge must have killed the case because there were no witnesses. He didn't have the nerve to tell the girl's family what he strongly suspected. He believed the defense lawyer had paid off the judge.

As the girl's parents turned to leave, Hague heard footsteps approaching him. He turned to see the courtroom sheriff's deputy walking toward him, her face contorted with anger. She demanded to know how he could have lost the case. She told him to think about what his failure did to that poor girl and her family.

As the girl's parents turned to leave, Hague heard footsteps approaching him. He turned to see the courtroom sheriff's deputy walking toward him, her face contorted with anger. She demanded to know how he could have lost the case. She told him to think about what his failure did to that poor girl and her family.

Her words rang in Haig's ears as he drove home to his parents' house, where he still lived. Haig had become a lawyer because he wanted to put bad guys behind bars. Now he felt disgusted with the profession and utterly helpless. He was starting to reach his breaking point. It had been two years since a judge found Harry the Hook Alleman not guilty of murder.

Her words rang in Haig's ears as he drove home to his parents' house, where he still lived. Haig had become a lawyer because he wanted to put bad guys behind bars. Now he felt disgusted with the profession and utterly helpless. He was starting to reach his breaking point. It had been two years since a judge found Harry the Hook Alleman not guilty of murder.

At the time, Haik was shocked, but he didn't immediately conclude the system was corrupt. He later noticed it was part of an alarming pattern. Some judges seemed to be playing by an entirely different rulebook when it came to the law. The latest rape case proved it once again, and for Haik, it was the last straw. Many judges were just as bad as the criminals in their courtrooms.

At the time, Haik was shocked, but he didn't immediately conclude the system was corrupt. He later noticed it was part of an alarming pattern. Some judges seemed to be playing by an entirely different rulebook when it came to the law. The latest rape case proved it once again, and for Haik, it was the last straw. Many judges were just as bad as the criminals in their courtrooms.

Some were even worse. Someone had to do something about this rampant corruption. Haik decided it might as well be him. Shortly following the court system's most recent failure in the rape case, Haik filed a complaint about the judge with the state's attorney and the special prosecutions unit. But his fight for justice would have some unexpected turns.

Some were even worse. Someone had to do something about this rampant corruption. Haik decided it might as well be him. Shortly following the court system's most recent failure in the rape case, Haik filed a complaint about the judge with the state's attorney and the special prosecutions unit. But his fight for justice would have some unexpected turns.

A few months later, Terry Haik walked into a Chicago FBI office. He'd gotten a call to go there in the middle of the workday. Haik wasn't sure what to expect, but he figured it had to be connected to his complaint. He made his way past the entrance, where photographs of former special agents hung on the wall.

A few months later, Terry Haik walked into a Chicago FBI office. He'd gotten a call to go there in the middle of the workday. Haik wasn't sure what to expect, but he figured it had to be connected to his complaint. He made his way past the entrance, where photographs of former special agents hung on the wall.

A receptionist ushered him into a room with a long oval table where three Justice Department officials were waiting. The man in charge was an assistant U.S. attorney with dark brown hair and a reddish mustache. His name was Dan Reedy. Reedy asked Haik point blank if he'd ever taken a bribe. Haik shook his head and said no. Reedy leaned over and pressed Haik.

A receptionist ushered him into a room with a long oval table where three Justice Department officials were waiting. The man in charge was an assistant U.S. attorney with dark brown hair and a reddish mustache. His name was Dan Reedy. Reedy asked Haik point blank if he'd ever taken a bribe. Haik shook his head and said no. Reedy leaned over and pressed Haik.