Haab Enterprises Outed as a CIA Front Company
Rep. Andy Patrick’s nasty divorce has revealed that he funneled money for a CIA front company called “Haab Enterprises”.
Below: Some of the counterfeit money Andy Patrick’s wife, Amee, turned over to the FBI. Amee Patrick photographed the money before releasing it to the FBI.
Below: Receipt from FBI listing documents and counterfeit money that Andy Patrick’s wife, Amee, turned over to that agency. The FBI agent who made the list described the money as “possible” counterfeit. However, Andy Patrick acknowledged in a statement he released Feb. 19 that the money was, in fact, counterfeit.
Below: Receipt from the Secret Service listing documents that Andy Patrick’s wife, Amee, turned over to that agency.
Below: Andy Patrick’s answers to questions emailed to him by The Island Packet and The Beaufort Gazette. (Original Source of Documents)
Below: A portion of Amee Patrick’s Dec. 16 affidavit in which she states that the CIA sent money to operatives abroad by funneling it through Advance Point Global, Andy Patrick’s security company.
Below: Complete text of Amee Patrick’s affidavit
My name is Amee Patrick. I am 38 years old and mother to 5. I married to the Defendant on June 27, 1998. We have been married for 15 years.
This action concerns the separation as man and wife and custody of our children, Hannah (14), Emma (12), Sasha (8) and Vlademir (7). This matter does not include the custody of our oldest child, Joel Patrick, who is 19 and living in Massachusetts.
Their father is Andrew S. Patrick, the Defendant in this action who has proven to be horribly verbally abusive, suffering from outbreaks of intense anger and lacking both integrity and honesty.
Prior to marrying Andy I felt a sense of protection in the fact that Andy was a former NY State Patrol Officer. I felt I would be secure and protected. I felt he must be a man of his word. My assumptions were misguided but had not yet the clarity to distinguish at that time.
Andy advanced when his application with the Secret Service was accepted. I was very proud of him and supported our time apart in order for him to complete months of training in Quantico VA and Glynco GA.
We were married and a town home was provided by my father in which Andy, Joel and I were able to reside rent free during his assignment over the next few years in the Philadelphia Field office. Many of my needs and the needs of Joel were met by my parents in Andy’s frequent and extensive absence. My parents were very generous financially and gracious in their giving. He did not feel responsible for our welfare it seamed.
As his training increased his behavior patterns began to change. The way he spoke reflected coldness with a now uncomfortable tonality. He became less interested in relationships and more interested in rules. He grew aggressively short with Joel. Then militaristic. Joel was allowed no voice. He was to stand at attention while Andrew would barrage him with out of control dialogue and spit would fly from his mouth and I was to not interfere as a dutiful Christian wife, submission to her husband. Shoes, silverware, magazines had to be arranged, aligned and organized without falter. We walked on egg shells. Joel was frightened of his father by the young age of 5. This hurt me. I could not protect my son or so I thought. At least I didn’t know I could. My upbringing Christian and I was here to make it thru, not give up and further more be submissive to my husband.
Andy was transferred to the Atlantic City field office in New Jersey. We moved and I was expecting. I was further away from the support and company of family and in their absence his tactics increased. I had no one to turn to. My children were everything to me and in my isolation placed every bit of making their lives comfortable and safe my mission. My job was mom. And providing stability and keeping the peace essential.
Joel stopped bringing over friends because he was afraid of abusive verbal confrontations and embarrassment of him passed out for all to see. I followed suit and continued to endure a now extreme isolated lifestyle. No one knew our pain. My only joy was the children and church.
Our home life continued to deteriorate in this fashion yet with every birth came another reason for me to make it a “happy day”. This was my mantra and how I woke them each up every morning. Emma was born and I had someone to love and loved me in return.
After Emma’s birth, Andy had what he considered the visual of the American Dream yet he was still terribly dissatisfied. With everything. Negativity became the norm. He no longer had any desire for me sexually, which did not help our marriage. He opted for every trip available and when other agents were taking their wives and traveling with their families we were left. His poor fatherly attributes were evident to long time friends of the family. I began counseling through a local church in his absence.
In the beginning I had hope I could be “rubber maid”. Strong enough to handle Andy’s dissatisfaction and displacement of anger, yet I yearned to be treated like a vase. Special, valuable and handled with care. This eventually became a dream I gave up on but not for my kids. Every day that God gave me strength I would use it to influence them positively and instill a greater sense of purpose into their lives to hopefully off balance the poor example of what Andy clearly demonstrated by devaluing others.
I really began to feel Andy did not love me any more. If anything I began to feel used to provide a facade for colleagues of his looking onward that he had life together.
He held authority very closely and possibly to a sick level. Now a highly trained government agent skilled in interrogation tactics and the art of breaking a person to get to “yes”, Andy began to misuse this dialogue set on both myself and the children. I began to believe his intension were self seeking and no longer for our good. Then we were moved again. This time to Washington, DC.
With two children in diapers, Joel struggling in elementary school due to the constant negativity fed to him, my family’s support states away, the now punishing and purposeful neglect from Andy I simply did as was asked to maintain peace.
That’s when he decided to build a barn home. He purchased six acres of woods in Spotslyvania VA and contracted with Yankee Barn Homes to provide precut reclaimed timbers so he could personally build this monument from ground up.
The kids and I went through hell. He was over budget so there was no port-o-potty.?Two kids in pack & plays in the middle of the woods in the middle of construction and I’m dutifully carrying timber, putting up interior walls, siding and cleaning saw dust off bottles. The lack of care and consideration for the well being of his family continued into the winter months. Still without heat or locks on doors Andy leaves for Ireland where his meals are paid for, his hotel posh and his bed is warm. Meanwhile the children and I are sleeping on ply wood flooring in our snow suits. With no way to reach Andy I made an emergency phone call to the agent in charge asking for him to be located to call home. I was emaciated and exhausted and needed some form of aid. He hung up on me. That night the children and I drove 5 hours to sleep in Pennsylvania at my mom’s home.
There was no discussion of this upon his return. He was unresponsive and self justified in everything.
In the building of this house Andy encroached on neighboring property line, which resulted in an ugly dispute with our now new neighbor affecting any further sense of security I could hope for. Andy had to pay this neighbor for the property affected. Andy failed to plan and secure a slush fund and ran out of money much earlier than the homes completion. He asked my Dad for an additional $50,000 which later he claimed was only 36,000. until my dad showed him a copy of the check. He was beginning to become dishonest with money.
With Andy gone for weeks on end the stresses of living in an unfinished home finally came to a head when it was broken into while the children and I were not home. It became evident while Andy was sworn to protect, that protection was not for his family. I had to take a stand. The children and I moved into my father’s home at 506 Colonial Drive in Hilton Head, SC where they could de-stress and resume normalcy. Andy was relieved of his responsibilities and could come and go as he pleased which was for two years one weekend a month. I continued to be the children’s provider of daily needs, breakfast, bedtime, bath time, preschool, Sunday school, doctors, dentists, birthday parties and holidays.
I was introduced to Dr. Wayne Johnson who use to treat me for head aches related to the post traumatic stress of Virginia through Hannah’s preschool teach Susan Doubles. I don’t know what I would have done had it not been for these two people who stepped into our lives like angels. This coupled by joining a small group with Lowcountry Community Church that included children and weekly dinner and support I was able to begin to again feel safe.
Because of Andy’s complete control of finances I needed an income. I was recruited by Hilton Head Island Fire and Rescue and was hired on as a Firefighter and EMT giving me the ability to provide.
One day Andy called and said he was being transferred to the Augusta GA office. He said we would live on Hilton Head and he would rent a room in Augusta so that his address reflected his service location. The Agent in Charge did not know he was working from home but when Andy’s effectiveness declined sharply and his response to Augusta locations were absent Andy began to have trouble with his job security.
He left the Secret Service and began Advance Point Global, a consulting and risk management co.
I begin volunteering for International Guardian Angel’s adoption. I found joy in placing children in forever homes. My kids become involved with host families and form relationships with several Hilton Head families that will ultimately adopt from the same orphanage in Penza Russia.
It is a happiness the children and I share with photo’s and photo’s of moments and memories made in this mission. Finally I’m presented with the image of Sasha. Neglected, malnourished, bilaterally deaf, open heart surgery, failing kidney, flat footed. I needed to find a home for him but was unsuccessful because no family felt equip.
Ultimately Andy agreed to his adoption and Vlademir’s. In time it became clear it was just to keep my happy. However what these boys needed was someone to love and be patient with them, provide a sense of security, to provide financially, and embrace the challenges that come with any adoption. I later learned this would not be the case. I returned home form my two years working for the Town to again be a stay at home mom, providing stability for all our children and working with the boys in this huge adjustment
Through Advance Point Global, Andy partnered with magistrate Judge Lawrence P. McElynn to form the Beaufort Co. audit program. As time went by however Andy’s resentment of Larry’s involvement escalated and Andy ultimately cheated him out of monies due and severed the partnership. Larry sued Andy for the money and won. I later found out that $80,000. of another amount of money Andy asked my dad for went to settle this suit.
Business began to go down and so did Andy’s credit. He wanted to buy a different house in Spanish Wells down the street from 71 Widewater, a house that we still owned. He asked my dad for $170,000 toward the purchase of 37 Brams Point.
My dad, being concerned for the welfare of the now 5 kids agreed however concerned about Andy’s credibility placed the money in an escrow account in McNair Law Firm. This check was written to Andy and Amee Patrick for the purchase of 37 Brams Point. Attorney Deeb’s one of Andy’s campaign supporters allows Andy to withdraw the money without my knowledge or signature and without the purchase of 37 Brams Point. I learned trust but verify later when I learned the amount of money, that the money was removed. That the money was spent and only $30,000 remaining. I asked it be returned while confronting Andy about my discovery in the drive way of our rental. He cried because he needed it. Then it occurred to me he must be in some kind of trouble.
That trouble I later learned was due to money spent that was not his from a private contracter who used Advance Point Global’s bank account to funnel money through yearly. What this meant was an agency would deposit a large sum of money into Andy’s business account. This contractor working oconus would then receive a pay check quarterly from Andy so that the pay stub did not reflect the actual company contracting the work. The pay off to Andy was a portion of the money. The trouble took place when Andy spent the contractors money and couldn’t replace it. Andy asks Harry Scott for a loan and the contractor is paid. This occurred again and Andy asks my Mom if he can borrow $20,000 or “he’ll go to jail” he said. My mom felt the same as my Dad about saving the unity of the family and so gave him the funds.
In the end 71 Widewater was sold short sale. We moved out of 37 Brahms Point and into a temporary rental in Port Royal. Joel moved out and into my father’s Summerfield apartment because he could not stand the repeat of his childhood by Andy.
During this time I am working with multiple other adoptive families to form small groups, support, play and information pertaining to dossiers and help once home. I host beach nights for all families and their children. This occurs on a regular basis through the summer months and holiday’s and birthday’s during the other months. By helping others I feel the support I need to continue to hold down the emotional roller coaster at home.
We moved again. Because our credit was no longer approved as a buyer or renter we moved into an acquaintance’s foreclose home in Timbercrest. We literally moved in and for two years have resided there paying no rent knowing full well eventually the home will go to auction.
The verbal abuse escalates. Signs of multiple bruising now appears on Vlademir’s arms, backside and legs. He no longer responds to Andy. Andy screams at Vlademir just as he did with Joel when he was little. I see a pattern and fear it with everything in me. I no longer feel safe and on top of this burden and weight and despair Andy decides to run for the public office for House Seat 123 as Representative for HIlton Head under the campaign of transparency.
This becomes a four year stent of one man’s search for significance, the shift in priority from family to fame and the misuse and manipulation of power in an effort to reach it.
It is a continued record of bad behavior and bad decisions Andrew has made that have severely effected his family and led to the deterioration of trust and confidence.
It is the deception of perceived priority as Andy is extremely good at masking by boasting family being “his most important job is being Dad to his five.” Please understand he doesn’t even “play” with out children. I don’t believe he ever read a book to our girls. We have a child who is deaf and he doesn’t sign to him and YET he will take those boys by the hand at every photo opportunity.
It is also the manipulation and strategy of a calculated individual for the self-seeking rise to significance to cripple the one person in his life who knew him and despite himself would still forgive him.
Andy admits in writing to me that he is a self-proclaimed hypocrite and treats me one way in front of others and another way in private. And this is true. Andy has been abusing the children and myself now for years and now being an elected state official he uses his power to his advantage and believes he can get away with this kind of behavior.
Andy’s time in Columbia continued to increase. His pride was placed on a pedestal and the outward charismatic character won approval. He stopped abusing Vlademir and began taking the kids to church while shaking hands and attending functions. And that’s when things became dangerous.
Behind close doors he told me he didn’t love me. and that he wanted a divorce and began a brutally manipulative way of achieving this so that public opinion would continue to be in his favor.
He moved out of the house and into the above garage apartment when he began planning my removal from the family since despite his statement to seek divorce he was unwilling to leave the home allowing the children and I to maintain some sort of stability. He wanted to be the one to look the victim. This was the only way to maintain public approval in his quest for a full time political position in Columbia. He ignored life inside the residence for months and began a psychological process to cause depression and break me the way he was trained to interrogate and break those in question.
First he isolated me. Then no longer acknowledged me. For weeks. No communication. No eye contact. Only in the presence of visitors or general public would he offer eye contact or a common courtesy.
Then came exhausting days where I was positioned behind closed doors and verbally assaulted and berated. For hours on end.
Then he closed bank accounts and reopened them in his name solely. He stopped providing any form of grocery money. I could no longer go grocery shopping. He took away my ability to plan meals. I couldn’t even buy tampons for our daughter.
He was psychologically brain washing my mind to make me feel like my life was crippled, like I could do nothing, like I was of no value and no longer provided value to this family.
Andy knew what he was doing. He would create a living environment so cruel and unbearable well knowing in life the only thing I ever wanted was to be loved. He would know that phrase and could quote that phrase if questioned. That was my prayer. For years. For myself and for my children.
This man of public transparency was despicably causing suffering intentionally in hopes I would become severely depressed and commit suicide relieving him of his role and through that tragedy provide him a spring board for another story to propel his rise.
Those that have known me, volunteer with me, parented along side me knew I was fading. My mom intervened and had me temporarily stay at her home until I could strengthen enough through counseling with Pastor Carr from Central Church to return. This took from May to September. Andy refused to pay for medication or medical support not long after my mom taking me in. My faith was the only thing I could turn to. And I did. During this time I had the children come to my mom’s and I grew in hope. When Andy was traveling I stayed at home in Timbercrest. Finally I had a renewed strength. I was even able to forgive and work toward reconciliation. I was able to return despite the anger I would return to.
Andy has placed the children in the middle—at times stealing their childhood–The kids were strong and supportive along side me. They told Andy I was not leaving. Hannah said if he wasn’t going to work on the marriage then he should go. Four days later he left. And her comment to him was “good”. To the best of my knowledge he has a place in Columbia, address unknown and had stayed at Weston Newton’s home at one time. Weather he is still there to date I do not know. He added to the desertion by never revealing where he was going.
I received notice from Timbercrest POA that the foreclose was being auctioned in May. My dad grew concerned of strangers on the property as realtors and general public inquires stopping by in question. He said he would provide us with a place, gated and safe, away from the commotion of neighborhood gossip.
I can tell you if I had it to do over again I would have recognized the toxic signs of control, interrogation and the breaking of someone’s spirit as a government official well trained and misusing the brutality of tactics in the home as a red flag.
Hope is so important and how we sustain hope when life brings us hard things is something I thought I knew but hadn’t had to practice wholly until now. My children and I hang onto the belief that miracles happen but only if you hang onto hope. I’m hanging on.
I couldn’t control Andy’s need to find significance in politics, public opinion and polls. I couldn’t control the trade off’s he made that sacrificed trust with finances, misinformation and lack of information. Andy is searching. For approval. Although part of his campaigning speech his priority’s have shifted and no longer seeks this first from within the walls of his marriage or home. Andy’s need to find significance in status, which has led to bad behaviors and bad choices that have impacted everyone. I can control my reactions moving forward.
The only thing I can legitimately control is how I respond and only God knows how this will turn out. This took time and counseling and grace to come to.
Hope is God’s gift to us, a window to look through. I don’t know his plans for myself or for Andy or for our children. I do know that I have been embarrassed by the behavior in the face of raw emotion, verbal abuse and isolation and yet through grace have found strength and would be embarrassed if my behavior reflect the neglectful behavior of this man I once knew.
Sometimes, I think my prayers are not answered. Tragedies occur despite our prayers and faith. And sometimes children suffer horrible losses and grief. The tremendous suffering that occurs when parents separate is selfish and not my wish. I’d like to make that clear. It is still not my wish to separate, but Andy has abandoned me, the children and our marriage emotionally, and now by physically leaving. When he left the last time after I asked to try to work it out for the children he said: FU** YOU!
Husbands love your wives; just as Christ loved the church and gave himself up for her was something I prayed fervently for.
When I tell my kids to hold on for better days, I speak from experience.
In the end I ask that the children remain in my care and custody. They would be devastated if they were to move away and for Andy that move will likely be Columbia. The boys often break into tears when they realize they have to go with Andy and away from the security of me. The girls are secure in their schooling and friendships and extended family here.
If Andy pursues custody, seriously, (which in my opinion is not wise as he is Financially insecure, he is too busy for them, it would uproot them from all they are used to family friends church—and he is delusionary thinking of running in a whole new campaign which is not a road for these children right now). Andy thinks ONLY of what is best for Andy. I ask that a Guardian Ad Litem be immediately appointed to investigate the children’s best interest. I need support. Andy is capable of making money and is presently under-employed. I need proper restraining orders. Andy should not yell at me or the children any more. I would like my child support paid through the Family Court. I will need South Carolina Rules of Discovery, as Andy handled the finances (or tried to) and I need tax return, bank accounts, credit cards and phone records among other documents. The children need a specific visitation schedule to allow consistency, not just at Andy’s convenience. I need my attorney fees paid in amount of $6000.00 to defend myself in this action filed by Andy. If he can afford to have an attorney drive all the way from Spartanburg to Beaufort for this Motion, he can pay my fees, I have no income right now.
Lastly, I pray the Court open my file. My new attorney needs to see what was filed. I personally do not think there is enough reason to seal it. Surely Andy being a representative in Columbia does not rise to the requirements set forth in the Supreme Court Rule governing the sealing of Public records.
DATE: December 16, 2013″