I spent 15 years training Marines in hand-to-hand combat, and my rule was simple

with a shaved head and neck tattoos, the kind of trainer who confused brutality with discipline.

Shane also made calls. His old Marine buddy, Gabriel Stevenson, now a private investigator in San Diego, ran background checks.

“Your daughter’s boyfriend is dirty, brother,” Gabriel reported over the phone, his voice grim. “Three assault charges that got continue reading …