The rise and ruin of Earl Jones

Now that Jones is incarcerated, the Nautica shirts and pastel sweaters he liked to tie around his shoulders in recent years have been set aside for work clothes and sensible boots.

Gone is the bravura and confidence he displayed and the wide smile he used on clients and ladies alike.

Not only is the young man gone, but he’s alienated most of the people he crossed paths with during the last half-century, those who used to call him friend.

His wife is divorcing him, neither of his two children showed up in court for his guilty plea, nor did his brothers and sister.

Once his staunchest defender, Bevan Jones is now on the record as saying Earl “ruined a good family” and “I want him to go away for a long time ... he hurt his friends, he didn’t care who he stole from, he lived higher than anyone else.”

It’s a strange journey from a modest home in lower N.D.G., to prestigious addresses in Beaconsfield, Dorval, Mont Tremblant and Boca Raton.