Friday, September 23, 2011

Wanted by the FBI?!?!?!

A couple of years ago right after I got my bail license, I got a phone call from my boss. It was around 2am on a Wednesday morning; I remember vividly because the night before I'd gone out drinking with a group of friends and I'd just arrived to my house when I got the phone call. (I was still a little tipsy) That's why I remember.


My boss proceeded to tell me that he needed me to be at San Diego Criminal Court at 8am to post a $100,000.00 bond on a robbery case that had a PC1275 (1)hold. In the bail bond industry a PC1275 (1) hold is usually set on a large bail bond to show the court that the money to post such bail was not feloniously obtained. On other words, a bail bondsman has to show proof that the money to post the bail bond is legit and not stolen money or drug money.


The boss then tells me to go and meet with another bail agent who was going to explain to me how the PC1275(1) hold was going to work and the agent was going to give me the money and the paperwork for the robbery case in San Diego. I met up with the agent around 4am at a local Denny's Restaurant; remember, I hadn't slept at all.


The bail agent I met proceeded to explain to me the process for the hold and coached me on what I had to tell the judge, he gave me the money and the defendant’s paperwork required for the hold. I asked the agent, "Robbery case, huh? What did he do?" The bail agent told me, "It's just a misunderstanding; they said he stole some money but, everything is going to be OK!” I took his word for it and off I went.


I got home just in time to get dressed and go to the court. I didn’t even have the time to double check the defendant’s case on the computer system. I left my house and drove almost two hours all the way down to San Diego. As soon as I arrived to the court, the defendant’s family was already waiting for me at the court entrance.  I introduced myself and together we walked to the court room. The defendant’s family consisted of two brothers, two cousins, one uncle, one sister and the sister’s husband. The sister’s husband was the one putting the money for the bond. They proceeded to tell me that their family had emigrated from Russia and that they now resided in San Diego. 


I walked in the courtroom by myself, while the family waited for me outside in the corridor. I asked the bailiff to direct me to the District Attorney. I had already been told that she was a really tough lady to deal with so, when I finally got to talk to her, I was very pleasant and respectful. I told her that I was the bail agent and that I had all the paperwork for my client. She then called her District Attorney Investigator and he came and took all my paperwork so, he could double check it and make sure that everything was OK.


The court room was not in session yet, so I sat in the first row waiting for the investigator to come back when I saw the defendant’s sister running into the court room looking for me. She was frantic, scared and shaking up! I told her, “What’s wrong?!” She said, “You have to come with me!” I ran out of the court room following her. Once I opened the door, I saw about 12 San Diego sheriff deputies arresting the two brothers, the two cousins and the uncle too!!!  They were flat on their stomachs on the floor with their hands bound behind their backs.  My eyes were popping out of their sockets like they do in those cartoons! I had no idea what was going on. The deputies took the men into custody while the defendant’s sister was crying hugging her husband.  I stood there in disbelieve.


The female District Attorney came out of the court room and I asked her, “Why are the men being detained?” She told me, “Everyone in this family is involved, 100k bail bond for every single one of them with PC1275 holds on every bond!” She was mad! The investigator then came back and gave me all my paperwork.  As I was talking to him, the defendant’s sister interrupted our conversation and she asked the investigator, “Why are you taking all my family and my little brother? My little brother didn’t know anything! They just told him to drive the car; he didn’t know that they were going to rob a bank!” WHAT?!?!?!?!?... My head was spinning! It seemed that the whole family robbed a bank in San Diego!!! See… these things only happen to me!!! I looked at the sister, grabbed her by the arm and led her out the area as soon as possible. I told her to stop talking and that her and her husband needed to leave the court building immediately. I gave them back the money and the paperwork and off they went.


I couldn’t believe what had happened.  I was sweating and thinking, “This is too much drama for me to handle in one morning and I haven’t even slept yet!” I walked away, took the elevator down and once at the lobby, I found a bench and just sat there. I needed to take a break and try to make some sense of all the mess I had just witnessed. I was about to text my boss, when through my peripheral vision I saw a really good looking guy. He was walking towards me, smiling. He was wearing a dark blue hooded sweatshirt, blue jeans and white tennis shoes. I was already getting into my “flirting mode” holding my hair and making eye contact with the handsome man; when he approached me and asked me, “Are you the bail bondsman?” I said very confidently, “Yes, I am! Is there anything I can help you with?” He then reached into his sweatshirt front pocket and flashed me his FBI Agent badge and ID. He said, “I need to ask you a few questions”. OH MY GOODNESS!!! What?!?!?! The FBI is here! Right then, I think my heart skipped a few beats. I kept telling myself, “Keep it cool, Nancy! Keep it cool!”  I smiled back at the FBI Agent and told him that I had no problem answering any of his questions; but, that I needed to see his identification one more time just to make sure, and then he showed me his credentials again.


He then proceeded to tell me that the case of the defendant I was trying to bail out was a “federal” matter. Of course, it’s was federal matter…they robbed a bank!!!! I gave Mr. “Hot” FBI Agent all my information and he said that they would contact me soon. Then I called my boss immediately and told him that the FBI had just questioned me. He asked, “Where are you at right now?” I replied, “I’m still sitting here inside the court building”. He then said, “Nancy! Get out of there fast! And get out there NOW!” Oh, I really didn’t like the sound of that! I grabbed my purse and my workbag and I ran out of there!


The FBI never called me. I’m sure they realized that I didn’t know anything about the case. I was mad at my boss and the other bail agent because they knew that these people were shady, yet they sent me “the new girl” like a lamb to the slaughter. I’m glad that this happened to me in the beginning of my career in bail bonds because I learned the lesson to never believe what other bail agents tell me. From the point on, I’ve done my own research on every single one of the individuals I bailed out. I have no idea what happened to the Russian family and I haven’t had any runs with the FBI since. ;-)



Nancy Tiscareno - Super Bond Girl




Saturday, September 17, 2011

Sure I’ve been hit on by a cop… but a chick cop?!?!?! Wow!





A few months ago, I went to visit a client of mine at the Los Angeles County Women's Jail in Lynwood, CA.  This was my second time visiting someone at this facility. I arrived at the location and proceeded to check-in with the female deputies at the front desk. There were two female deputies sitting at the end of the desk and another one standing on the opposite side. I proceeded to the deputy who was standing and told her that I was a bail agent and that I was there to visit an inmate. She handed me a form to fill out and asked for my identification card and my bail license.



I noticed right away that this deputy was very pleasant and friendly. I've gone to so many jail facilities where the women cops are ruder than their male counterparts! Why is that? Anyway, I was still writing my information on the jail form when she asked me, "So? You're not married?" I replied without hesitation, "No, I'm not" and continued to write my information on the jail form. I always wear a big ring on my left index finger. It's obvious that I'm not married. So, when the deputy mentioned it; I didn't think much of it.

She then said, "Wow, you are very beautiful! I'm surprised you are not married!" I was thinking, oh my goodness, she just complemented me, how sweet of her! I told her, "Thank you! You're very kind, but right now I'm focusing on my business and I really don't have the time to be in a relationship" (Which is the truth!).

As I handed the visiting form back to the deputy, she asked me, "Do you want to get coffee sometime? I would like to get to know you". WHAT?!!!! My head was spinning! I was thinking, did she just ask me out??? Oh my goodness she did!!!! I stood right in front of her just looking at her! I felt my face getting super-hot! Oh man, I was blushing!!! I kept looking at her for a few more seconds; it sure felt like an eternity. She was tall and very beautiful Caucasian female with a thin build. Her blonde hair was tied up in a bun and she was wearing the L.A. County Sheriff's Department uniform.


I finally got over the shock and asked her slowly in a very soft and low voice, "Are you asking me out on a date?" She said, "Yes, I am." Wow!!! I didn't know what to say? I smiled back at her and told her that I really appreciated her invitation, but that I'm straight and I that really like men. She was smiling at me the whole entire time. She then, wished me good luck in finding a good man because she could tell that I'm a good woman. Aww! Even though, I turned her down, she was very graceful and kind to me. We said goodbye; I left the front desk and went to visit my client and I didn't see the deputy again.

Since then, I've been asked out on dates by two other female police officers from two different police agencies. I was surprised at first; obviously, I wasn't used to having women asking me out. Heck! I'm still not used to men asking me out! What does that tell you? I'm flattered that both sexes find me attractive. Thank you! With that being said, I'm thinking that if by this time next year, I haven't found a "good man", I'm may just have  to go back to the women's jail and look for the deputy girl! ;-)


Nancy Tiscareno - Super Bond Girl



Monday, September 12, 2011

How did I get into Bail Bonds?

If I had a dollar bill for every time I'd been asked, how did I get into Bail Bonds? I would probably have close to a thousand bucks by now! This is how my soap opera begins...

I was married for over 13 years to a Los Angeles County Deputy Sheriff named Javier Tiscareno and together we have 3 children. Javier had been cheating on me since 2008 with a coworker’s sister from Twin Towers Correctional Facility in Downtown Los Angeles. I had my suspicions about his behavior and the lies he was telling me, but I wasn't able to come up with any concrete evidence at the time. I was a stay-at-home Mom and my priorities were to take care of our 3 children and run the entire household. On Mother's Day 2008 Javier finally asked me for the divorce. We'd been separated so many times prior to his request, that this time I wasn't surprise at all. 

We continued to live in the same household during the divorce process, but Javier made sure to make my life a living hell. He would follow me around our 3,300 square feet home. I mentioned the footage of the house, just so you can understand that even though we lived in a huge place; with plenty of rooms for him to be away from me; he intentionally followed me around and threatened me with taking my kids away from me. He constantly said that he had the "money" and the "power" to leave me in the street.

I was not aware of it at the time, but Javier had begun to record my telephone conversations, "illegally" of course; between my friends, family and most importantly the conversations between my attorney and I; so much for "attorney-client" privilege, right? I knew that he had installed some kind of program on the family computer to be able to read my emails. So, I hardly ever use the Internet. I felt like a prisoner in my own home. I knew Javier was desperate to make a financial deal with me, since I'd been a stay-at-home Mom for over 10 years. He was supposed to pay me more than what he ever wanted in alimony and child support. How was he supposed to take his new girlfriend out on dates or going on romantic getaways? Or buy her gifts; when his wife and his kids were getting in his way.

In the evening of June 12, 2008, I had a long telephone conversation with my attorney in regards of my living situation with my soon to be ex-husband. I explained to him that I couldn't take Javier harassment anymore and my attorney agreed.  He then advised me to go to his office the following day to sign paperwork to request the court for Javier to be removed from the family home.

The next day, I woke up and got the kids ready for school. Javier did the same thing he did every day, followed me from room to room and tried to cause an argument. On this day, things were different; Javier was more aggressive with his threats. He was pushing me with his torso as to try to start a fight. I weigh 115 pounds. There's no way, I was going to get into a physical altercation with a man, especially since he has been trained as police officer with a very intensive tactical training.

On June 13, 2008, after the kids went to school; Javier hit himself in the neck causing a huge bruise on the bottom right side of his neck. He then, called 911 and told the operator that he was a cop, that his wife had hit him, and that he needed assistance. Within 10 minutes I had 4 patrol units from the Riverside Sheriff Department at our house. I was so confident that the Riverside Sheriff's Deputies will have "COMMON SENSE" and realized that there was NO way on this earth, that a girl my size, can kick some cop's butt... Boy! Was I wrong?!!!...  I never made it to my attorney's office to sign the paperwork on that day. Since Javier had the house phone wiretapped, he already knew that on that day, I was going to meet with my attorney and have him removed from the family home. Javier decided to take matters into his own hands and accused me of Domestic Violence instead.

Riverside Deputy Sheriff Balderrama (my arresting officer), put the handcuffs on me about 45 minutes after arriving to my house. I was taken to the Jurupa Valley Police Station, and then transported to the Robert Presley Detention Center (Riverside County Jail). A friend of mine and her husband posted a $50,000 bail on my behalf the same night I was detained. At the time of my release, I found out that Javier had filed a restraining order against me; and that I couldn't see my kids nor go back to my house. But most importantly, I had lost temporally custody of my kids for a "crime" I did not commit!!! Javier was right when he said he had the "money” and the "power" to leave me in the street.

Javier then took a week off from work to heal from his "self-inflicted traumatic injury" (that he claimed I did of course). He hired a female attorney 3 times his size. I'm NOT lying! His attorney looks like a mammoth! (This lady has the biggest butt I've ever seen! It's like putting 100 of mine little butts together, Lol!!). Javier looked so tinny in Family Court next to "Mammoth Lady" it was comical! He bought a new suit with an extremely large jacket, so he can look smaller; it reminded me of the kid from the 80's movie "BIG".  I understand that Javier needed to play the role of the "victimized husband" in court, and that exactly what he did. "Mammoth Lady" filed several continuations on the restraining order to pressure me to take Javier financial deal, but I didn't budge. It was killing me not being able to see or talk to my kids. I used to cry so much; my heart was literately breaking. When I finally got to see my kids, they were mad at me. Their father had told them that I've gone on a vacation without them. It was a very dark time for my kids and me.



The Riverside District Attorney's office never filed criminal charges against me. I'm sure Javier wasn't too happy about that, but that's what happens when people lie. The truth always comes out! Once I knew that I didn't have to worry about any criminal issues, I embarked on the biggest battle of my life: "The battle to regain custody of my kids". I was determined to get back my babies at any cost; I didn't care about anything else. During the same time, I began working as an agent's assistant for the same bail bond company I bailed out with. I didn't know anything about the bail bond business. I'd always been a cop's wife, so I had to open up my mind and see things differently. I learned the bail business from my own personal experience and I was fortunate to work with great people who took the time to explain to me how the business works. On September 11, 2009, over a year after I bailed out of jail; I became a licensed Bail Agent in the State of California.

Today, I'm happy to announce that I have 70% custody of my kids. After a very lengthy, emotional draining process to regain custody; my kids finally live with me. And that's ALL I ever wanted!... I didn't mourn the loss of a husband; after all, what did I lose? I lost a cheater! The way I see it: "She can have him!"

Am I still bitter? You bet I am. You would too, if your spouse sends you to jail accusing you of a crime you didn't commit; and causes unnecessary pain to you and your kids. Especially since the person who has betrayed you is a professional in "Law Enforcement" and knows how to manipulate the judicial system. There's no turning back from that!

I'm supposed to be bail agent without a doubt. I enjoy every minute of it. This is not an 8 to 5 type of job; this is a career, it's a way of life! I breathe, sleep, and talk about Bail Bonds every day! I love what I do because I don't see it as a way of making money; I see it as a way of helping people! My life has no meaning on this earth, if I'm not making somebody else's life better. I believe in the good of people and that even though we are humans and make mistakes; we also deserve a second chance.

Here with my kiddos on vacation in Las Vegas 2011. www.superbondgirl.com

This was the very first vacation I took my kids on in 2008, to distract them from all the nastiness from a messy divorce.

I believe that we should recognized the cops who are doing a great job, and also exposed the LIARS
who abused the system: Los Angeles County Deputy Sheriff Javier Tiscareno.


Nancy Tiscareno - Super Bond Girl


Wednesday, September 7, 2011

You wanna play dirty?... Fine!... I can play "Dirty-ER!"

Some men can't handle a little competition! I know the bail bond industry is generally men-predominant, but there are a few women who have very strong personalities, they posses "thick skin" and we really don't care what anyone else thinks about us! I say "WE" because I consider myself one of those women.

I've worked in a few bail bond companies where my "male counterparts" were very egotistic and self center; and don't even get me started with some childish behavior as fighting between bail agents who work in the same office, not being able to flush the toilet (Really? How hard is doing that?), drinking on the job and "men-gossiping" Boy!!! Can men gossip?!!! Ooph! They are worse that the kindergarten girls at the playground!

Competition is good for everything that we do. I think it brings out the "excellence" of every individual. Come on! When being in a competition, we always want to win, right? I know I do! We have to prepare and do our best. Yet, we have to understand that sometimes we are going to win, and some other times we are going to lose.

I've encounter a bail agent from the competition who is playing "dirty" in the Van Nuys area. In California, the bail law states that a bail bondsman should charge a 10% as premium of the bail bond amount, it's the law. But, Mr. David Manuel Matamoros Lic#1842701 is so desperate to make a buck and definitely can't handle competition like a "man" should; that he is writing bail at 5% right outside the Van Nuys Jail. (In case you want to sue me Mr. Matamoros, I have the names and contact information of the people that you written bonds at 5%).

I'm so disappointed with the Department of Insurance because they seem to not care about this issue. Mr. Matamoros had his license revoked a few years back, and even when he had no license, he was still writing bail pretending to be a bail agent. I'm sure he is proud of  breaking the law and getting away with it.

So a few weeks ago, I told Mr. Matamoros that I was tired of his stupid games. I promised to him that the following day, I was going to stand in front of his office passing my business cards while only wearing my bikini. I'm sure Mr. Matamoros didn't believe me at the time. So, on Monday August 15, 2011, I went to work at Van Nuys jail only wearing a Hot Pink bikini. I stood in front of Mr. Matamoros's bail bond office and I passed 50 of "MY"business cards in one hour. Around 32 of those people became my friends on Facebook. My website got many hits and I learned that "less is more" literately, LOL!!! So wear less clothes, you'll get more action. 

I made sure that Mr. Matamoros was aware that I was standing outside his office on that day. Of course Mr. Matamoros yelled at me many obscenities; but, he needs to see that he is not dealing with just any "girl" out there. He is dealing with me! I got such a great response from the people I spoke to on that day, and the feedback, that I'm definitely planning another "Come To Work On Your Bikini Day" very soon!!! :-)

He wants to play dirty?... Fine!... I can play "Dirty-ER!"





Nancy Tiscareno - Super Bond Girl

Monday, September 5, 2011

So Nancy? What do you do for fun?...

A lot of people always ask me this question: "So Nancy? What do you do for fun?" I'm sure they are expecting to hear that I enjoy going to the movies or maybe going out to dinner or both, but they are always shocked by my answer. What do I do for fun? The answer is: "I hang out outside the jails and you? Lol!!! I know you were not expecting for me to say that!

I love being a bail bondsman (woman in my case). I meet different people every day, I get to talk to them and get to know them; but most of all, I do this job because I love helping people! Someone once told me, that when you find your "calling" in your life and you decide to make that "calling" your career, whatever that "calling" might be; that you will be happy and the money would just come in.

I embark on an adventure on the daily basis. I wake up in the morning and I don't know who am I going to meet? Or where am I going to be? I can plan my day around, but it hardly ever turns out what I wanted it to be. I don't mind having a crazy schedule because it keeps me busy since I'm an extremely active person; I really need to keep myself occupied with something to do! I love it!
This leads me to the second most asked question... "What is a girl like you doing at the jail?"



Nancy Tiscareno - Super Bond Girl