Jules Trop's life as he turned 45 was exactly what he wanted it to be. The Miami Beach physician enjoyed a lucrative practice, a waterfront home on a private island in Biscayne Bay and a prized art collection. There was an added fillip: cocaine. Many of his rich patients used and sold the drug, and Trop was sucked in by its siren charms.
"It made my conversation seem sparkling, music sound better, made me feel good," he recalls. It seemed a fountain of youth. He could beat his 19-year-old son in a three-mile run, and...
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