I’m not sure, but I think the victims are picked at random; my own mother was one of them. Some creep (I’m being polite!) called and claimed to be her grandson. He then said he was being held in a Mexican jail for drunk driving, and he needed bail money, We knew her grandson (actually step-grandson, but we knew him from birth) would never drive drunk; we thought he was being railroaded. The caller begged her not to tell anyone, or he’d be in worse trouble. ( I was there, so I heard Mom’s part of the conversation. )So Mom got the money out of the bank. Then she got another call… he needed more money.
By the time Mom and I figured out that it was a scam, most of her money was gone. She reported it to the police, but they were unable to recover her money. And that would have been my inheritance, but that’s the least important part of it. What really matters is that my Mom was never the same after that. She slumped; her health, physical, emotional, and mental, declined, and she never recovered.
I consider those scammers to be at least indirectly, if not directly, responsible for my Mom’s death.
If only I could have just fifteen minutes with those lowlife (every bad word in every language) scammers. Never mind what I would do to them. Let’s just say it wouldn’t be pretty. I would probably end up in prison.
And just last night I saw a report on the news about a woman in her nineties, in hospice care, dying, who was a victim of a similar scam.
I would say that preying on the elderly, and exploiting the love of a grandparent for a grandchild is despicable, and that I absolutely abhor those who do it, but that would be an understatement!