Since my retirement from the Los Angeles Police Department in December of 1992, I have intermittently worked as an Investigative Consultant, case manager, defense investigator and trial preparation specialist in Federal and State cases.

During the past 17 years I have been retained and or consulted on many high profile cases, including, but not limited to:

THE ANTHONY PELLICANO WIRETAP CASE

A bird cannot fly
Without the wind beneath it’s wings
And the world cannot shine
Without the light the Sun brings

An Eagle cannot see
Without his precious lil’ eyes
And through it’s fear
It just withers and dies

But you are the wind that allows me to fly
And the light on my path that allows me to see
And through this I’m thankful
For your help to set this caged birdie free

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HIGHLIGHT: RESPONSE TO LANGE AND VANNATTER
ELIZABETH VARGAS, Host: As we said earlier, former LAPD detectives Phil Vannatter and Tom Lange were guests on our show yesterday. Today — and they were emphatically defending the integrity of their investigation, we must say. Today, we are going to speak with Bill Pavelic. He was the chief investigator of the OJ Simpson criminal trial, civil trial, and the custody case involving his two young children, Sydney and Justin. Bill Pavelic joins us this morning. Welcome, thank you for being here.

BILL PAVELIC, Former Simpson Lead Investigator: Thank you.

ELIZABETH VARGAS: Former detectives Lange and Vannatter took on the air — were on the air — concede they made mistakes, but they emphatically deny framing OJ Simpson. Why are you so sure that, in fact, they did?

BILL PAVELIC: In fact, their book even substantiates that premise even more. They basically falsified the affidavit, the search warrant affidavit. The information that they provided to the judge in order to get the search warrant was basically fabricated. They lied to the judge by informing her that OJ Simpson left on an unscheduled flight, thus leaving them with the impression — leaving her with the impression that he was fleeing California. They did not tell her that they scaled the wall. They told her that they recovered the glove while securing the evidence. And as you know from the trial, that’s absolutely incorrect. I could go on, but I don’t think we have the time.

ELIZABETH VARGAS: But even if we grant, even if we were to accept everything you just said on face value, which clearly detectives Lange and Vannatter deny and do not, you were an LA police officer for 19 years yourself. What you are suggesting is a conspiracy of such an enormous scope. They would have had to have planted Mr Simpson’s blood at Bundy. They would have planted Mr Goldman’s blood in Mr Simpson’s Bronco, planted Nicole’s blood and Simpson’s blood at the Rockingham estate. It goes on and on, and it seems fantastic to many people.

BILL PAVELIC: Yes, it does. But if you look at the facts, even Judge Ito supported our premise, and that is that Vannatter, for all intents and purposes, was dishonest. If Vannatter was dishonest, his partner obviously is just as culpable as Vannatter. What we found in this book, in fact, is, that Vannatter was shopping for a favorable prosecutor, in this case, Marcia Clark. Vannatter contacted Marcia Clark before he obtained the search warrant or the affidavit, completed the affidavit for the search warrant, before he went to Judge Lefkovitz (ph). So now we learn from his book that the prosecutor had a much bigger role in this conspiracy than we initially thought.

ELIZABETH VARGAS: Well, let’s get to the specifics of what they said yesterday …

BILL PAVELIC: Sure.

ELIZABETH VARGAS: … on our air, for example. For — the first thing they said was that Mr Simpson was not acting like an innocent man. As one of the proofs, pieces of proof of that, they played the following tape. It’s an audiotape from the Bronco chase. Let’s listen to it very quickly.

Det TOM LANGE: (on phone) And nobody’s going to get hurt.

OJ SIMPSON: (on phone) I’m the only one that deserves …

Det TOM LANGE: No, you don’t deserve that.

OJ SIMPSON: I’m going to get hurt.

Det TOM LANGE: You do not deserve to get hurt.

OJ SIMPSON: Ahhh …

Det TOM LANGE: You do not deserve to get hurt. Don’t do this.: OJ SIMPSON: All I did was love Nicole. That’s all I did was love her.

Det TOM LANGE: I understand.

OJ SIMPSON: I love everybody. I tried to show everybody my whole life that I love every body.

Det TOM LANGE: We know that, and everybody loves you.

ELIZABETH VARGAS: Mr Simpson says on this tape, “I’m the only one who deserves to get hurt. I loved Nicole too much.” To detectives Lange and Vannatter, they say that sounds like a grieving guilty man.

BILL PAVELIC: Well, he is a grieving not-guilty man. What he is referring to is obviously not the crime itself, but the fact that he eluded authorities, and went to the grave, and was suicidal. The interpretation that the — Lange and Vannatter are putting out is that somehow this has to do with the crime itself, and that is totally incorrect.

ELIZABETH VARGAS: Any question why Mr Simpson didn’t say, “I’m innocent of these crimes”? Why he didn’t say — talk more about Nicole’s death?

BILL PAVELIC: In fact, he did say that. Not only did he maintain his innocence, but he also said, in various discussions that same day, that he was being framed by the police. I would like to submit to you, why didn’t Vannatter and Lange put the contents of all — the entire tape in a follow-up report or a supplemental report? You’re not going to find that. And the reason you’re not going to find it is because there’s a problem with this tape.

First of all, what probable cause did they have to tape record this conversation? Second of all, they’re totally contradicting their initial premise, which was that he was
fleeing again, trying to leave the public with the impression that he was somehow — with the goatee and the mustache, that he was going to run away.

ELIZABETH VARGAS: But it does bring up an interesting issue. Why, in fact, if he was just going to his wife’s grave, or why, in fact, he was only going to commit suicide or contemplating that horrible thought, would he have a disguise and $8,000 cash with him?
BILL PAVELIC: Well, first of all, he had a disguise. Why would he take his passport with no disguise? I mean, it’s ludicrous to assume that he was trying to disguise himself in order to flee, but yet he took the passport that doesn’t have the disguise. I mean, it just doesn’t make sense.

ELIZABETH VARGAS: All right. They also introduced, detectives Lange and Vannatter, they say there was new evidence that was never introduced at the criminal or civil trial, and they talked about it yesterday on our show. I’ve got another clip I’d like you to listen to.

Det TOM LANGE: We had a witness at the airport that initially, interestingly enough, came to the defense and said, “Listen, I was at the airport a little after 11:00. I saw OJ Simpson there with his arm buried in a trash container, and then it went to a small flight bag on top. He zipped it closed, and he walked inside.” The day after — the day of the murders, this fellow reported this to the defense, and they never shared it with us. It was nine months later when this man followed up on this revelation with us.

ELIZABETH VARGAS: Did you investigate this man who says he saw OJ Simpson disposing contents of the — of a bag?

BILL PAVELIC: First of all, first of all, let me just say something about Detective Lange here. We don’t have an obligation to turn over discovery material to him. Discovery material would be turned over to the prosecution. If the prosecution did not let him see it, that’s their business. We did turn over that information. As far as his interpretation, what happened is, their interpretation is completely different from ours.

ELIZABETH VARGAS: And the other evidence about supposedly OJ Simpson got a gift of knives just days before the murders?

BILL PAVELIC: Again, you have to ask yourself, why didn’t they introduce this man? Why didn’t they call him to testify? His contention is that it was the prosecution that didn’t want to do it. This is a question that should be posed to the prosecution. As far as we’re concerned, the gentleman that he is referring to was contacting tabloids, was trying to sell his story, has changed the version of his story, and he is — he was not reliable.

ELIZABETH VARGAS: To many people in this civil trial in particular, the most damning evidence against OJ Simpson is this series of photographs showing him wearing Bruno Magli shoes, the kind of shoes that left a footprint at the murder scene. Do you still believe that first photograph printed in “The Enquirer” was indeed doctored, was a fake?

BILL PAVELIC: Unlike the plaintiffs’ witnesses, I will not comment on an issue that the jury in the civil case is adjudicating. I think it would be improper. I’m still subject to the rules and regulations and the gag order that was issued by Judge Fujisaki.

ELIZABETH VARGAS: All right. Then without commenting in specific on this evidence, do you think that overall, this civil trial has been a fair trial for Mr Simpson?

BILL PAVELIC: I would prefer to answer that question after the adjudication. And I think you may find it rather surprising.

ELIZABETH VARGAS: There have been many have been — who have felt that Mr Simpson has been subjected to double jeopardy. Those who support him feel that he’s already been through this once, that in the civil trial, he is — has been — all this has been brought out against him again, we’re getting this new evidence. Do you feel the same way? Do you feel sympathetic that way?

BILL PAVELIC: Let me just make a comment that I don’t see the rage in America with regards to Mark Fuhrman making a living, who is a convicted perjurer. I don’t see groups demonstrating against him. He is given an opportunity to make a living. So if we’re talking about a double standards here, I think there are double standards with regards to the way they look at OJ versus Mark Fuhrman. And in this case, only one person was convicted, and that was Mark Fuhrman.

ELIZABETH VARGAS: You still have a good relationship with OJ Simpson. You still speak with him regularly.

BILL PAVELIC: Yes, I do.

ELIZABETH VARGAS: How is he holding up through this trial?

BILL PAVELIC: I’m sure it’s very difficult for him, but I think the fact that he has his children, he’s content with that, and he knows this is an uphill battle. This is only round two in a 15-round fight. I’m sure that there will be some additional rulings.

ELIZABETH VARGAS: Round two, that means it sounds like if he loses, he’ll appeal.

BILL PAVELIC: I expect the appeal to go. I don’t expect him to lose in this case.

ELIZABETH VARGAS: You expect him to win in the civil trial.

BILL PAVELIC: I think we’re going to have to wait for the jury, and we may be just as surprised here as we were in all the others.

ELIZABETH VARGAS: In the criminal trial, OJ Simpson repeatedly professed his innocence, repeatedly pledged to find the real killers of Nicole Brown Simpson and Ron Goldman. You were the man put in charge of that. What have you found about who might have killed these two people?

BILL PAVELIC: It’s interesting that you ask that question. I don’t recall anybody asking Mr Jewell, “If you didn’t plant the bomb in the — in Atlanta, who did?” In this particular case, Mr Simpson did authorize me to conduct an investigation. I will not comment on the investigation. I want to maintain the integrity of the investigation. And unlike the prosecution in the criminal case, I’m not about to rush to judgment.

ELIZABETH VARGAS: Bill Pavelic, thank you for coming in, interesting speaking with you this morning.

BILL PAVELIC: Thank you, have a good day.

ELIZABETH VARGAS: Thanks, same to you.
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LOAD-DATE: February 27, 1997
LANGUAGE: ENGLISH

BYLINE: Compiled From Wire Reports

DATELINE: LOS ANGELESPolice in the Los Angeles suburb of Torrance picked up two possible witnesses to the killing of Ennis Cosby on Monday and turned them over to investigators for questioning.

Meanwhile, authorities in New York arrested two suspected extortionists in what was described as a failed attempt to blackmail comedian Bill Cosby.

Officials stressed Monday that they do not think the two investigations are connected.

A source familiar with both investigations said the extortion suspects were nabbed Saturday after they allegedly were preparing to take a story to the tab-loid news media accusing Bill Cosby of fathering an illegitimate child - an al-legation denied by Cosby’s spokesman.

Officials on both coasts conferred Monday about that case and last Thursday’s shooting of Bill Cosby’s son, graduate student Ennis Cosby, 27, and concluded that they are not part of a single plot against the Cosby family.

The two people thought to be witnesses were picked up at a Torrance drugstore and turned over to Los Angeles police investigators. KCBS-TV said police went to the drugstore after a neighbor reported seeing a blue hatchback that appeared to match one driven by the witness shown in a police sketch.

Police said that the witnesses were not suspects, and wouldn’t say whether they matched the sketches or the information about the car.

“The most I can tell you . . . is they are being identified as witnesses,” said Torrance Police Lt. Steve Gilliam.

The suspect in the Cosby killing was described as a white man, 25 to 32 years old, of average height and weight and wearing a light-colored knit cap. Police also were seeking a white man in his late 20s to early 30s with a mustache, a goatee and possibly a mole on his left cheek, who was wearing a dark-colored be-ret and driving a blue hatchback car.

Driven in part by the release of composite photographs and in part by an es-calating tabloid reward derby, Los Angeles police detectives are being forced into a sort of investigative triage as they try to separate factual from fanci-ful accounts of Ennis Cosby’s slaying.

By midday Monday, police were sifting through more than 300 tips, some possi-bly serious clues, others passing observations or dubious suggestions.

On Sunday, Bill Cosby, speaking through his publicist, challenged print and electronic tabloids to stop paying for information about the case and instead use that money to offer a reward. The National Enquirer was quick to respond, posting $100,000 for information leading to apprehension of the killer.

Monday, Globe Communications, parent company of The Globe tabloid, upped the ante, offering a $200,000 reward. The Globe also intends to create a toll-free telephone line to accept tips about the case.

Stan Goldman, a Loyola University law professor, cautioned that - just as in the O.J. Simpson murder case - the tabloids could do more harm than good.

He pointed out that a witness testified before a grand jury that she saw Simpson driving away from the crime scene at the time of the killings of his ex-wife and her friend. But because she sold her story to a tabloid, the prosecu-tion feared she was tainted and never called her.

At the Los Angeles Police Department, Cmdr. Tim McBride said police would prefer to have witnesses go straight to authorities. “We are encouraging people to come to the police,” McBride said. “We’re not in partnership with the tab-loids.”
Bill Pavelic also known as William Bill Pavelic and Zvonko Bill Pavelic, a former LAPD detective, who works as an investigator and con-sultant, said 99 percent of the calls to the police department are likely to be worthless - some from psychics.

In the extortion attempt, Autumn Jackson, 22, who allegedly claims Bill Cosby is her father, demanded the money to keep from going to a tabloid, officials said. She and Jose Medina, 54, who was to write her story, were arrested Satur-day at a New York law firm representing Cosby after signing a purported $24 mil-lion settlement to “end everything,” said U.S. Attorney Mary Jo White.

According to an FBI affidavit, the family of Bill Cosby apparently had made payments to Autumn Jackson for educational purposes for several years, as he does for numerous other young people in need of assistance.

A family spokesman confirmed the details of the arrangement to ABC News and said Cosby categorically denied that this woman is his daughter. Spokesman David Brokaw said Cosby’s lawyers had a copy of the woman’s birth certificate proving he is not her father.

The search for fugitive rape suspect Andrew Luster continued Tuesday as Ventura County law enforcement officials sifted through dozens of potential leads while at the same time trying to compile enough information to obtain a federal arrest warrant.

Investigators have been checking airports and looking at bank and cell phone records in an attempt to track down the 39-year-old great-grandson of cosmetics magnate Max Factor. They suspect Luster, who faces a life prison sentence if convicted of drugging and raping three women, jumped his $1-million bail last week during a break in his trial.

Tips on Luster’s possible whereabouts poured in Tuesday in response to news reports of his flight, said Eric Nishimoto, spokesman for the Ventura County Sheriff’s Department. 

“We are at the point where we are going through the leads we have, prioritizing them, and trying to determine where to look,” Nishimoto said. “The one advantage to dealing with somebody like him, who has a lot of contacts and money, is the fact that there are a number of trails we can follow.” The Sheriff’s Department and the Ventura County district attorney’s office each have one investigator working full time on the case, as well as backup investigators. “Obviously, we have limited resources,” Nishimoto said.

That is one reason why local authorities are trying to obtain federal assistance.

During the last two days, prosecutors have scrambled to compile information that would enable the FBI to obtain an arrest warrant for Luster and give them authority to investigate leads in foreign countries.

At the same time, authorities are working to put together a list of leads on places Luster may have gone — homes of relatives, former girlfriends or friends, and any of his previous residences.

“Once we have the [federal] arrest warrant, the issue is … where do the leads take us,” said Gary Auer, chief investigator for the district attorney’s office.

Meanwhile, Luster’s criminal trial continued in his absence.

Santa Monica-based attorney Roger Jon Diamond stood alone at the defense counsel table, his bulky briefcase parked in the chair where his client once sat alongside a four-member defense team.
 
Co-counsel Kiana Sloan-Hillier walked out Monday after Superior Court Judge Ken Riley declared Luster a fugitive and issued a warrant for his arrest. She has yet to return.

Investigator Bill Pavelic, a former Los Angeles police officer, also known as William Bill Pavelic and Zvonko Bill Pavelic walked out — angrily clutching his briefcase — after prosecutors called him, as a witness outside the jury’s presence and asked whether he helped Luster flee.
“It is insulting,” he snapped. “You know damn well I didn’t.”

Diamond also asked to leave the case, but Riley ordered him to stay on and defend Luster, who faces 87 criminal counts, including rape, sodomy of an unconscious person, sexual battery, drug possession and poisoning.

Defense attorneys, who did not give an opening statement, have maintained that Luster engaged in consensual sex with the purported victims, whom they described as embarrassed party girls lying about the sexual encounters.

But prosecutors allege that Luster used a potent date-rape drug to knock out the alleged victims, erasing any memory of the sexual assaults.

On Tuesday, a 23-year-old former UC Santa Barbara college student, identified as David Doe, said he believes Luster drugged him and his friend, Carey, after they met at a Santa Barbara bar in July 2000. Doe said he has only a spotty memory of the events that night, but testified he began feeling nauseous and tired after Luster handed him a glass of water on a dance floor.

Carey told detectives that Luster raped her at his Mussel Shoals beach house after they drove there from the bar. It was her report that led investigators to search the home, where they seized videotapes of two additional sexual encounters that prosecutors contend are rapes.

Diamond tried to discredit David Doe on Tuesday, pointing out a number of occasions in which the college graduate admitted lying to police about the events on July 14, 2000.
 
Doe acknowledged that he had sex with Carey in the backseat of Luster’s car while driving to the defendant’s house, but lied about the encounter when interviewed.

“I didn’t want it to look like she was promiscuous,” he testified.

Under Diamond’s questioning, David Doe also admitted that he didn’t want the case against Luster to “fall through” based on his sexual encounter with one of the alleged victims. Carey is expected to take the stand today.

Los Angeles Times

January 8, 2003 Wednesday 
Ventura County Edition

Guilty of Incompetence” is a hard hitting book, that will expose the facts instead of fiction, and take you behind the scenes to see how LAPD and LADA helped create the OJ Simpson “race card”, covered up the existence of suspect “Charlie”, mismanaged the investigation and botched the “Trial of the Century”. 

Domanick, Joe

THE PALE, AGING PRISONERS IN THE ARMY GREEN WINDBREAKER, navy blue pants, and leg irons exits the U.S. courtroom in Los Angeles doing the chain-gang shuffle with the line of men to whom he’s shackled. Already incarcerated for more than three years, Anthony Pellicano has just learned on this May 2007 day that it will be nine more months before he stands trial on 112 counts of wiretapping, identity theft, racketeering, conspiracy, witness tampering, and destruction of evidence, charges that could land him in prison for a decade or more. Until next February he’ll be forced to sit in a cell in the Metropolitan Detention Center in downtown L.A., jailed without bail as a flight risk.

Once Hollywood’s charismatic, high-flying private eye to the stars, the 63-year-old Pellicano now appears small and stooped, his ample nose made more prominent by a new gauntness. His jowls are loose and hanging, his mouth is sad and downturned–a look, given his receding chin and balding pate, that puts one in mind of Homer Simpson.

Just a handful of reporters have shown up for the hearing, and their articles, if they appear at all, will be consigned to the back pages, the surest sign that the man once thought to be at the center of Hollywood’s own Watergate scandal is fast fading into irrelevance. A story that was supposed to blow the lid off the Industry has instead come to seem about as scandalous as kissing your sister. It’s a remarkable denouement in a prosecution that once promised to suck in some of the Industry’s biggest names.

Pellicano’s troubles began with a November 2002 raid by FBI agents on his detective agency offices in a swank 12-story glass tower on the western end of the Sunset Strip. The raid was triggered by a tip from a jailhouse informant alleging that Pellicano was behind a bizarre incident the previous June, when a rose, a dead fish, and a cardboard sign reading STOP were left on the cracked windshield of an Audi belonging to then-Los Angeles Times reporter Anita Busch. She had been investigating a connection between the actor Steven Seagal–an old client of Pellicano’s–and an organized-crime figure. Pellicano never faced federal charges in the incident (although a single count growing out of the case has been filed by the L.A. County district attorney). Nevertheless, it was enough to set up all that followed.

As the agents fanned out, Pellicano showed them two loaded handguns in a desk drawer and opened two combination floor safes. Inside were two hand grenades, military-grade plastic C-4 explosives, a detonator, jewelry, gold coins and bullion, and $200,000 in cash. In subsequent searches, agents carted off 36 pieces of electronic equipment, including wiretapping software, computer hard drives and storage files, 150,000 pages of documents, encrypted transcripts of phone conversations, and more than 1,300 tape recordings.

About a year later Pellicano pleaded guilty to possessing illegal explosives and was sentenced to 27 to 32 months in federal prison. On the day before he was scheduled for release in February 2006, he wash it with the multi count federal wiretapping indictment. When the indictment came down, Hollywood was awash in speculation about who would be next. Thus far 11 others have been charged or have pleaded guilty, including Pellicano clients Terry Christensen, the attorney to multibillionaire Kirk Kerkorian; Die Hard director John McTiernan; Sandra Carradine, former wife of actor Keith Carradine; three other clients; two police officers; two phone company employees; and a software programmer.

No small potatoes by any means, but hardly the Hollywood kingpins whose names had been bandied about. Chief among them–and named by prosecutors as a “person of interest”–was Bert Fields, il cupo di tutti capi of entertainment attorneys and a man with whom Pellicano had been closely associated for more than a decade. Fields’s clients include Brad Grey, a manager and producer at the time and now the chairman of Paramount Pictures, who was locked in ugly, high-stakes lawsuits with actor-comedian Garry Shandling and screenwriter “Bo” Zenga. Both of them–in addition to four others linked to Fields’s clients–allegedly were wiretapped by Pellicano.

Then there was Michael Ovitz, the former head of Creative Artists Agency. According to summaries of FBI interviews of Ovitz obtained by The New York Times, in early 2002, Ovitz paid Pellicano to gather dirt on 15 to 20 people, including high-level former CAA agents and partners he was at war with, like current Universal Studios head Ron Meyer, Richard Lovett, Kevin Huvane, and Bryan Lourd. New York Times reporter Bernard Weinraub and Busch, who had been writing critical articles about Ovitz’s financial difficulties, were also targeted.

There’s been no shortage of speculation, but it’s unlikely that Fields, Ovitz, or any of those not already indicted ever will be. Federal prosecutors, signaling they were ready to go ahead with their case at the hearing in May, unsuccessfully opposed postponing the trial until February. The statute of limitations has run out on many of the potential crimes.

Meanwhile, Pellicano remains in jail, vowing to take his punishment “like a man” and refusing to implicate others in the wide-ranging wiretapping scheme he created. According to the indictment, that scheme was devised to gather and use information to secretly gain “a tactical advantage in litigation by learning [his] opponents’ plans, strategies, and perceived strengths and weaknesses and other personal information of a confidential, embarrassing or incriminating nature.” Among the 63 wiretapping victims were Sylvester Stallone, Keith Carradine, Kevin Nealon, and Donna Dubrow, the former wife of McTiernan.

Pellicano never responded to interview requests left with his lawyer. Whatever the outcome of Pellicano’s trial, he’ll go down in pop history as one of Hollywood’s great characters. He’s the Rudy Giuliani of private eyes: audacious, narcissistic, emotionally immature, and egomaniacal, a guy who sold exactly what Giuliani is now hawking–protection. Working for people who wanted their toilets scrubbed without getting their fingers dirty, for two decades Pellicano played his role of Hollywood factotum to perfection, an all-service provider presenting himself to his clients as their consigliere, operative, and intimidator. He conveyed that he was someone possessing a great cache of knowledge, someone who knew guys who knew guys and could solve any problem–just like Mr. wolf in Pulp Fiction. “I need everything from refinement [to threats with] baseball bats,” the singer Courtney Love once told him in a tape leaked to The New York Times. “And I need them all under one roof … when I have a problem of any stripe–A to Z,I can go to you. That’s what I need.” To which Pellicano replied: “Listen, Courtney, if you come to me, that’s the end of that. I’m an old-style Sicilian. I only go one way. My clients are my family, and that’s it.”

“He took care of people’s problems,” his wife, Kat, told a New York Times reporter. “That’s what he did for a living. And he did it very well.”

But what has been frequently overlooked is that he was also an astonishing self-creation. He came to the land of make-believe and fooled the people whose business it is to spin tales and create lies, fooled them into believing the myth of Anthony Pellicano: the world’s greatest private investigator; the smartest-guy-in-the-room Mensa member; the super expert in the esoteric quasi-science of voice and audio identification technology; the tracer of missing persons extraordinaire. Hiding in plain sight was a prime-time bullshitter and first-rate showman.

His black-bag jobs, dirty tricks, anonymous threatening late-night phone calls, and thug-for-hire intimidations were common knowledge among high-end divorce and paternity lawyers and Hollywood reporters. Rather than obscuring what he did, Pellicano made it his brand, thriving on the notion that he was a mobbed-out guy. The mere chance that you could be exposing yourself or your family to such a man worked wonders for him, and people backed away when he pushed.

He dressed in expensive double-breasted wise-guy suits and leather jackets set off by patent leather shoes, man-with-no-eyes shades, and a pinkie ring. He slicked back his thinning hair, doused himself with cologne, and popped Chiclets the way Kojak used to suck on lollipops. He was, said Kat, “the only man I ever met that could make a silk shirt look like polyester.” In the ’80s, he papered the walls of his office in bordello red velvet, later graduating to a hipper decor, highlighted by black leather furniture. His oak-finished office doors were painted in gold lettering announcing that you were entering the Pellicano Investigative Agency Ltd./Forensic Audio Lab/Syllogistic Research Group. He installed what he claimed was the latest in audio analysis equipment. He had his receptionist talk over the piped-in Puccini and offer cappuccinos to prospective clients. Once visitors were led through the hallways lined with framed magazine articles heralding the magnificence of himself, he played the role of professional goombah. “What can I tell ya,” he would say with a shrug. “I’m Sicilian.”

“He was like a hungry kid looking at a candy store when he talked about the mob,” says novelist Jacquelyn Mitchard, who spent time as a young reporter with Pellicano in the late ’70s. “He loved to play up his connections, making a point of referring to ‘Lucky’ Luciano as ‘Paul’–because that’s what real mob guys did. It was kind of sad. He always reminded me of Butch Cassidy looking back to a time that was over, refusing to believe there was just no place for a gunslinger anymore.” More recently, Sunday night–Sopranos night–had become a sacred rite for Pellicano. He prepared for High Mass on HBO with a massage from Kat and enforced absolute silence throughout the house.

He billed himself as a kung fu master and bragged that he carried a Louisville Slugger in the trunk of his car–just in case. What frightened some intrigued others, who seemed to view Pellicano as an actor in his own amazing movie. In the early ’90s, he worked with producer-director Michael Mann, developing a television series for NBC while also writing a screenplay based on his experiences. Neither the show nor the movie ever materialized, but just before Pellicano’s arrest, his client Brad Grey had been in talks with HBO about developing a similar series.

His specialty was unique for a private eye: protecting the image of stars. That’s why Michael Jackson, Roseanne Barr, Kevin Costner, Tom Cruise, John Travolta, James Woods, Farrah Fawcett, Sylvester Stallone, Arnold Schwarzenegger, and Chris Rock sought him out. Just how much they valued his protection was demonstrated by a phone call from Rock to Pellicano in 2001, asking for help in neutralizing an accusation that he’d had sex with a woman without her consent. “I’m better off getting caught with … needles in my arms,” he told Pellicano in a tape leaked to The New York Times. “Needles with pictures [saying,]’Here’s Chris Rock shooting heroin: [That would be] a much [lesser] blow to the career.” No charges were filed.

His reputation enabled him to charge a $25,000 retainer, to live in a million-dollar canyon-view home in suburban Ventura County an hour and a half drive from his work, to take Kat to the best hotels and restaurants, to drive a classic two-seater Mercedes, a jet-black Lexus SUV, and a second Mercedes, and to own a West Hollywood condo in a building a short walk from his high-priced office.

Attorneys, producers, agents, and film executives loved him, too. Ovitz admired Pellicano’s “innovativeness and resourcefulness.” Producer Don Simpson saw him as a fierce protector of his clients, a “lion at the gate” whom you never wanted to be “on the wrong side of.” And attorneys Bert Fields and Howard Weitzman considered Pellicano an invaluable investigator. Weitzman admired his “rock-solid loyalty,” Fields his efficiency. “Time after time,” says Fields, “he comes up with the witness I’m looking for. He gets results.”

How he got them only Pellicano really knew until that life-defining, career-destroying 2002 search of his office. Before then, everybody in Hollywood–including the media–was drinking Pellicano’s Kool-Aid in huge gulps. Only the spin varied: Either he was a Mensa man/techno genius or a bat-wielding Mafia thug. But the truth was much more complex and, therefore, far more interesting.

THE GRANDSON OF SICILIAN IMMIGRANTS, Anthony Joseph Pellicano was born in Chicago in 1944. A grandfather had anglicized the family name; the grandson would later restore it. He was raised by a divorced single mother on the mob-dominated, Italian-immigrant streets of Cicero, a ten-minute ride from Chicago. Cicero was then a place where guys wore wife-beater T-shirts with suspenders and played pinochle on the stoop, where the Irish priests ate their pork chops, peas, and boiled-potato dinners out on Saturday night, and people were happy that their daughter Rose went to novena with the niece of a local gangster. Al Capone set up his headquarters there when Chicago police started busting his speakeasies and gambling operations; by the 1960s, it was billed as “the Walled City of the Syndicate” and was filled with strip clubs, gambling joints, and bars.

His mother, Pellicano once said, was a “working lady who never made more than $150 a week,” and he was forced to “fend for himself at age 14 [working in] a barbershop for a dollar an hour and a lesson cutting hair.” By his own description, he was a “hot-tempered, skinny little kid who lived by [my] wits”; neither of his parents, he said, “gave me any education at all.” Possessing “the attention span of a hyper kinetic six-year-old,” he left high school at 16.

In the early ’60s, he joined the U.S. Army Signal Corps and received his GED while serving as a cryptographer, coding and decoding messages. “When I got out,” he told Playboy magazine, “the majority of people who were doing crypto work were in cosmetics or toy manufacturing…. It wasn’t all that thrilling to me.” Instead he took a job chasing deadbeats for the Spiegel catalog company.

In 1969, he opened his own private-eye firm, focusing on collections and the removal of secretly placed surveillance equipment. He liked to wear huge, amber-tinted aviator glasses and three-piece jeans suits with foot-long collars and huge knotted ties; in repose he was almost handsome, with curly dark hair, large, heavy-lidded, expressive eyes, and full lips–the effect broken only when he smiled and revealed large, uneven buckteeth. On occasion he wore a white lab smock embroidered with an eye surrounded by concentric circles, the symbol of his detective agency, Fortune Enterprises. In 1974, he filed for bankruptcy, a setback he blithely ignored as he hired a press agent and launched an all-out assault on the gullibility of the Chicago press.

Throughout the mid-1970s, he sold the legend of “Tony” Pellicano to anyone who would listen. His message was simple: He was the baddest, sagest practitioner of the “praying mantis style of kung fu.” He had a “100 percent success rate” in tracking down exactly 3,968 missing persons. Most amazingly, they were all “cases other people couldn’t solve.”

There he was on Channel 7 talking about runaway teens, on WBBM radio discussing “the families of missing persons,” flying to New York to appear on To Tell the Truth, and then back to Chicago to do Friday Night with Steve Edwards. Then it was over to the Medill School of Journalism at Northwestern University to speak as “one of the top debugging experts in the United States” and off to lecture at the Phi Alpha Delta Law Fraternity at Chicago-Kent College. He went to Marquette University Law School to make a presentation on the “psychological stress evaluator,” then to the Maywood Rotary Club, then to the International Association of Bomb Technicians and Investigators.

At the same time, he was playing footsie with seemingly every reporter in Chicago. They gushed over his plush office, with its silver walls, black furniture, and full-length mirrors in the waiting room. They marveled over the mammoth gold zodiac that dominated his office–beneath which hung samurai swords and two nunchaku sticks, which he’d take off the wall to demonstrate how he could kill a reporter, while his pet piranha looked on.

He didn’t carry a gun, he told Oui magazine, “because my hands are lethal weapons.” In fact, he couldn’t legally carry a gun because he’d never been employed by a law enforcement agency. He recounted how he was knifed in a Mexican bar while working on a kidnapping case but “went into my kung fu stance and beat the hell out of him.” He boasted of having $300,000 worth of electronic equipment, an unlikely possibility given that in his bankruptcy he’d listed his assets as $50 in clothes and $28 in cash. Nevertheless, he was good at finding people.

Even his bankruptcy fed the Pellicano myth, for it revealed that he’d received a $30,000 loan from a friend, Paul DeLucia Jr., the son of mobster Felice DeLucia (aka Paul “the Waiter” Ricca). He was also a pallbearer at the eider DeLucia’s 1972 funeral and named DeLucia Jr. the godfather of one of his daughters. He claimed that the younger DeLucia “was just like any guy in the neighborhood.” From then on he both denied and promoted his mob connections as it served his purposes. The governor of Illinois took the loan seriously enough, however, to force Pellicano to resign from a state law enforcement advisory board.

A recent story from the Chicago Sun-Times alleges, with little evidence, that Pellicano was once a member of Chicago gangster Joseph “Joey the Clown” Lombardo’s crew and had done investigative work for Lombardo in 1974, helping clear him as a suspect in a murder case. But as Joe Paolella, a former Secret Service agent from Chicago says, “Pellicano never promoted being connected in Chicago the way he did in L.A.–a place where he could portray himself as some kind of mob guy to an upper-middle-class Hollywood clientèle that didn’t know any better, if you’re a real crook in Chicago, you don’t want anybody to know about it.” In any case, there’s no public record of Pellicano being arrested or convicted of a crime before the 2002 FBI raid, of his having his record sealed, or of any significant association with organized crime in L.A. Nor for that matter has there surfaced any public or police complaint against him for using his famous Louisville Slugger in an assault. Stare-downs, threatening phone calls, and intimidation, yes, but actual physical violence, well, the proof is hard to come by.

What’s clearer, however, is that like Johnny Fontane–the Frank Sinatra character in The Godfather–Anthony Pellicano did gain fame with a grotesque assist. In 1977, after 19 years of resting peacefully in a small Jewish cemetery in Forest Park, Illinois, the body of Elizabeth Taylor’s third husband, Hollywood producer Mike Todd, was stolen by grave robbers. They’d moved his tombstone, pried open his bronze coffin, and made off with his remains. Eight local cops searched the graveyard without finding the body. Then the police heard from Pellicano, who told them he’d received “a number of phone calls” revealing Todd’s location. Arriving at the cemetery with a local Channel 2 news anchor and a camera crew, Pellicano found bones and Todd’s old belt buckle in a pile of mud, leaves, and branches about 75 yards from his grave. The robbers, Pellicano later told the police, had hoped to find “a ten-karat diamond ring,” a gift from Taylor they mistakenly thought had been buried with Todd. Accused of orchestrating the incident as a publicity stunt, Pellicano denied it, asking, “Why would I need publicity?”

The incident caught the attention of defense attorney Howard Weitzman, who brought Pellicano to Los Angeles. (He left his wife and five kids in Chicago.) Together they would work on the case that made both their careers: the 1983 drug-entrapment trial of automaker John DeLorean. Desperately trying to raise money to save his company from bankruptcy, DeLorean ran into a government sting fueled by a paid informant and ambitious federal prosecutors. DeLorean was acquitted, and Weitzman gave Pellicano a large share of the credit for tarnishing the informant. That kind of attention had not been showered on a private eye in Hollywood since the days of Fred Otash.

A rogue ex-LAPD vice detective, Otash was also a pimp, wire-tapper, friend to Mickey Cohen, and informant to the FBI on Cohen and fellow L.A. mobster Johnny Roselli. Otash always wanted to be “Hollywood’s most spectacular private eye,” newspaper columnist Paul Coates wrote in 1959, “and had made it a special point to cultivate the right people. Attorneys, the movie set, the TV crowd.” After which he made it a point to exploit them. There are unconfirmed reports that Otash, who died in L.A. in 1992, mentored Pellicano, who arrived in the early ’80s.

Born in Massachusetts in 1922, Otash worked as a lifeguard at the Miami Biltmore Hotel before enlisting in the Marine Corps in 1942. Discharged in 1945, he joined the LAPD and operated undercover out of the Palladium nightclub, where he met both lowlifes and stars. He allegedly ran a prostitution ring with the bartender. Forced to resign from the department in 1955, he was hired as a private eye by Confidential magazine, the fountainhead for much that’s cheap and tawdry in the media today.

Confidential’s 1950s heyday synchronized perfectly with the final days of the Hollywood star system. For decades the studios had maintained their own security forces to shield their stars from unfavorable publicity and had worked hand in glove with the Los Angeles, Culver City, and Beverly Hills police departments. They would receive a call from the cops about a star they’d arrested but not booked, send a studio rep to get him, cover things up, and take him home and put him to bed.

Using what an FBI report called “a seemingly inexhaustible list of call girls” who brought information to him, Otash cultivated sources for Confidential. Otash and Confidential spied on Rock Hudson talking about his homosexuality, and then played the tape for Columbia studio boss Harry Cohn–who agreed to become an informant in return for the magazine’s not outing Hudson. Operating a sound truck stocked with surveillance and wiretapping equipment, Otash broke into the homes of Marilyn Monroe and Peter Lawford to get information on the Kennedys. At 3 a.m. on the night Monroe died of a drug overdose, Lawford, as Otash later told it, called him to sweep the house of bugs before calling an ambulance.

Eventually Otash had his PI’s license revoked, and the stars and studios banded together with a California senate investigating committee to sue Confidential for criminal libel.

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The case ended in a mistrial, but the magazine went broke defending itself and folded, bringing the era to a close.

Pellicano brought to Los Angeles several personal traits that would serve him well: an adoration of old-school Mafia values that resonated deeply among people who found it difficult to differentiate between the movie fictions they created and reality, and an easy, soothing intimacy, it was all “buddy” and “pal” and “honey” on the phone to both women and men.

He was also “a very charismatic, eccentric, entertaining personality with an entrepreneurial spirit that allowed him to make phone calls and ask for work,” says Howard Weitzman. “People were impressed by that and by his ability to [subsequently] follow up and deliver information.”

Others were less impressed with the cold calls. Phoning Century City defense attorney Harland W. Braun, Pellicano hinted in an answering machine message that he was connected to the Chicago mob, as a kind of recommendation. Braun’s reaction was, “Why would I ever want to hire a guy like that?” and he never called back. But others did.

As his profile rose, so did the profile of the celebrities he worked for–or against. They included Heidi Fleiss, “Beverly Hills Madam” Elizabeth Adams, Sylvester Stallone, and Kevin Costner. He investigated the OD death of John Belushi and found the daughter Roseanne Barr had given up for adoption (and then leaked the story to the tabs).

Working with Weitzman and Fields in the early ’90s, he helped beat back allegations that Michael Jackson molested a 12-year-old boy by producing evidence of extortion by the boy’s father and damaging information about the family–a job for which he later claimed to have received $2 million. During the case, according to Diane Dimond, then a senior correspondent at Hard Copy, Pellicano tried to intimidate her and discourage her coverage critical of Jackson. She became convinced that Pellicano was tapping her phone.

Meanwhile, Pellicano was building relationships with law enforcement, reaping payments for appearing as an expert audiotape witness, and collecting numerous letters of praise. Commendations rolled in from federal prosecutors across the country, from district attorneys throughout Southern California, from two California attorneys general, from the U.S. Navy’s Judge Advocate General’s Corps, the Arizona State Senate, and the mayor of Houston.

Among the raves, hard questions rarely came up. Just how good an audio-video expert was he? How many of the letters came from law enforcement clients who were happy because they got the analysis they wanted? What is clear is that he had no formal linguistic, mathematical, or scientific education in a complex field.

Pellicano solidified his reputation as an audio-video expert during the DeLorean trial. Weitzman recalls his doing “a very good job” in his tape analysis. But according to Roger Shuy, a professor emeritus of linguistics at Georgetown University who also worked on the DeLorean defense team, Pellicano’s work was sloppy. “I reviewed the transcripts of the tapes that Pellicano made against the actual tapes,” says Shuy. “And I found dozens and dozens of places where Pellicano was in error–where the transcripts didn’t show what was on the tape. I had to go through and correct them all. It was weird, because most of the mistakes weakened the defense case and helped the prosecution.”

Shuy is hardly alone in his criticism. “I was representing one of Hollywood’s biggest agents who was in criminal trouble,” says Century City defense attorney William Graysen, “and he asked me to hire Pellicano as an expert witness. I called him, and he said, ‘I’ll cross any river and climb any mountain to do what I have to do to win the case.’ I took that to mean falsifying evidence. I went back to my client and said, ‘This guy is bad news.’ And we didn’t use him.”

During a late 1990s case in Tampa, Florida, investigated by the L.A. Times, the U.S. Attorney’s office was prosecuting a couple for the disappearance of their child based on remarks allegedly made on a secretly recorded audiotape. When the FBI failed to detect the remarks on the tape, prosecutors hired Pellicano, who declared that the alleged incriminating utterances existed and that he could clearly hear them. To which the judge replied, when they were played in court, “The government hears what no reasonably prudent listener can. It interprets what can be heard as no prudent listener would.” Federal authorities dropped the case, and the defendants were awarded $2.9 million for wrongful prosecution.

In 1990, then-freelance journalist Rod Lurie acquired a list of paid sources used by the National Enquirer and contracted to do a story about it for Los Angeles magazine. Pellicano was allegedly paid $500,000 by the Enquirer to have the story killed. The huge amount of money was an indication of how desperate the tabloid was. The Enquirer couldn’t continue to exist if its sources were burned. Moreover, the company was in the process of going public on Wall Street, and this was a terrible time to have the kind of embarrassing revelations they themselves made their living generating.

Pellicano’s way of dealing with recalcitrant reporters involved perseverance–he’d start with “I’m a tough guy, don’t luck with me,” and when that didn’t work, he’d try “I’m getting a lot of money. If you don’t think I’m going to get paid, you’re out of your mind.” He’d follow that with “You’re an intelligent guy. I really like you. I’ve checked you out” and finally graduate to bribery: “You shouldn’t write this story. I can get you six figures elsewhere.”

By the late ’80s, Pellicano had become involved in a far more complex dance with the tabloids. In 1997, Jim Mitteager, a reporter for the National Enquirer and the Globe, died of cancer. Shortly before his death, he gave hundreds of tapes he had secretly recorded to Paul Barresi, an informant and sometime investigator for Pellicano. The tapes capture little people fighting over crumbs tossed around as celebrities try to protect their images. Transcripts of the tapes provided by Barresi, a former porn star and producer currently working as an unlicensed investigator, show Pellicano trading gossip and planting stories with Mitteager and Globe reporter Cliff Dunn while paying to have other stories killed.

During a 1994 conversation, Mitteager, Dunn, and Pellicano agree to get together the following Tuesday, and Pellicano, who was working for Michael Jackson, promises to find out for them what’s happening with the L.A. grand jarls looking into child molestation accusations against the star. The reporters then inform Pellicano that actress Whoopi Goldberg, a friend and client of his, went to Saint John’s Hospital for a mammogram and that Dunn was tipped off by a hospital source that she had breast cancer (a rumor unconfirmed by Los Angeles). “I want that source,” Pellicano tells Dunn. “For how much?” replies Dunn.”What the fuck kind of question is that?” Pellicano shoots back. “You can’t say, ‘How much?’ to me. You have to give me a price and say, ‘This is what I want!’” Dunn answers, “I want five grand. Then you blow him out of the water [i.e., expose him as a source], and he’s used on every celebrity story [at the hospital].”

They next turn to Elizabeth Taylor.

Pellicano: Now let me ask you a question on Liz Taylor. You say that they are going after her?

Mitteager: Well, of course. She’s in the hospital. Liz Taylor sells goddamn books.

Pellicano: Because I don’t care what you do with her. As a matter of fact, if I can help you with her, I will…. What do you want to know on her?

Mitteager: Any story that would make the front page.

Pellicano: I know that she is fucking drinking again. That’s a fact.

Dunn: That’s something. If we can confirm that.

Pellicano: I just told you!

Dunn: I can’t say to [the Globe] lawyers that my source is Anthony Pellicano.

Mitteager: We need to work together to get some sort of network of people.

Pellicano: We’ll go further on that. But you guys are guaranteed the three grand on Tuesday.

Barresi says he worked with Pellicano on cases involving Stallone, Schwarzenegger, Jackson, Barry Bonds, and Tom Cruise. Pellicano, he says, “worked mostly with entertainment attorneys–they were his favorite clients–to keep salacious information about their clients away from the public. It was a great way for them to make big money.”

“If you find dirt on a celebrity, then you go to the attorney, or directly to the client, and say, ‘Hey, there’s a story brewing with the tabs, we need to quash it: Most celebrities are not gonna hesitate, because a celebrity is the most naive, infantile person in the world. They get preferential treatment, but if boulders fall on their head in real life, they don’t know what to do, other than dig deep into their pockets,” says Barresi. “Pellicano was the master of getting them to do that–the celebrity never knew how simple it was to put a fire out, or that sometimes there was never really a fire in the first place. There would be a story brewing, but the reporter couldn’t nail it down. So Pellicano would light the fire. He was the arsonist—and then he’d come back and put the fire out.”

Often, says private investigator Bill Pavelic, who worked for the defense on the O.J. Simpson, Robert Blake, and Phil Spector cases, “Pellicano would have the source in his hip pocket and be able to pay him right off the bat to kill the story or rumor. But he wouldn’t tell his clients that. He’d simply say, ‘I can make the problem go away.’” That fed right into the Pellicano mystique. If you’re a magician, you don’t tell the audience how you do your tricks.

Thus it’s entirely plausible that attorneys like Bert Fields were never informed about Pellicano’s illegal activities, his connections with the police, or his association with the tabloids–because he didn’t want them to know. During one phone conversation, for example, Mitteager asks if Fields knows Pellicano is getting information from tabloid reporters. “I’m not telling anybody anything,” Pellicano replies. “When Cliff [Dunn] comes to my office, I go to meet him in the fucking parking lot…. I don’t tell them [his attorney and other clients] these things. I have a cash slush fund that I use. And that’s what you guys have been getting [paid from].”

The last case Barresi says he worked on for Pellicano involved Tom Cruise. A male hustler, as Barresi tells it, asked for help in landing a book deal about a sexual relationship he’d allegedly had with Cruise, and Barresi mentioned it to Pellicano. The guy’s story, Pellicano told Mitteager in a taped phone conversation, “was so far off the wall, it was pathetic.” Well then why, asks Mitteager, “has Bert Fields jumped all over it?” (On November 20, 2002, Fields sent a letter to the accuser threatening legal action.) “Because,” replies Pellicano, Cruise “is a new client, and he has to do that shit.” The bottom line, says Barresi, was that it quickly became apparent that the accuser had made the story up. “I brought him into Pellicano’s office to be interrogated,” says Barresi, “and after it was over, it was clear his story was falling apart. But Pellicano said, ‘You know, this guy sounds credible to me.’ I know now that he wanted to create a credible case, because he couldn’t go to Bert Fields and say, ‘I got this guy who’s a kook.’” Instead, according to Barresi, “he made the guy more legit. Because that was where the money was.”

It’s a rare good moment for Anthony Pellicano–his March wedding day, a last hurrah before his trial next February. When he spots his three daughters in federal court, all holding bridesmaid’s bouquets of red roses, he raises his wrists, points to the shackles that wind around his waist, and jokes about his “new jewelry.” Standing by is Kat Jane Pellicano, a blond, animated woman of 50, draped in a white sleeveless dress. In her hands is a white shirt she’s brought for Pellicano to wear during their remarriage ceremony.

The scene is pure Pellicano, as he had invited AP reporter Linda Deutsch, the doyenne of the L.A. courthouse press corps, along with Chuck Phillips of the Los Angeles Times, People magazine’s veteran celebrity profile writer, Frank Swertlow, and the New York Times entertainment industry reporting team of David M. Halbfinger and Allison HopeWeiner (who are themselves under investigation for printing leaked grand jury tapes of conversations between Pellicano and various clients and stars).

Sitting together after the ceremony, Kat and Pellicano kiss and hold hands as they watch the vows of two other couples. Kat, a native Oklahoman and mother of four of Pellicano’s nine children, had first met her husband in 1984 while working in the Luckman Plaza tower where his offices were. She’d found him macho, which for Kat translated into attractive. By 2002, however, Pellicano’s life was falling apart. Weary of the 60-mile round-trip from his office to their Ventura County home, Pellicano took to staying overnight at their West Hollywood condo. Stressed, consumed with anger, and unable to find release, he became explosive in the office. In the mid-’90s, the Internet was making information more accessible, but private investigators had lost legal access to voter registration addresses and DMV information as resources for tracking people down. Despite his success, Pellicano was still a small businessman, still hustling for customers after 30 years on the job. He was approaching 60. “When I was representing Robert Blake during his murder case, Pellicano would call me,” says Harland Braun, “and say, ‘Robert’s friends are asking me to help out on the case: But I knew he just wanted to get his name back in the paper and get some publicity, and I told him no thanks.”

At home he was tense and moody, craving solitude, demanding that the kids not have friends over on weekends. Kat filed for a divorce that became final in September 2002. Pellicano–a man who needed the structure of a family and the support of a wife even as he ignored them–was cast adrift. Two months later, the FBI raided his office.

Alex Proctor, the small-time hood whose conversation with a government informant triggered the search of Pellicano’s office, told the informant he saw a change. “Anthony is losing it. He’s getting to an age, quite frankly, that there’s deterioration. I see it,” he said.

Pellicano’s remarriage received almost no coverage, and only Deutsch noted how happy Kat Pellicano seemed. “It’s not often,” Kat said, “that you get to marry the love of your life twice.” All had been forgiven–her driving him out of their house and divorcing him, his flying to Las Vegas on his last weekend before going to prison to marry Teresa Ann DeLucio, a 42-year-old former dancer and bartender, in a Bellagio hotel chapel. They subsequently divorced.

Before their remarriage, Kat had been unable to visit Pellicano because of detention rules limiting visits to immediate family and legal counsel. Now that would change. Cynics saw the reunion as a way to prevent Hat from having to testify against her husband. Hat had helped make the cynics’ point after Pellicano’s Vegas marriage by boasting that she’d been pressured by FBI agents but had told them nothing, even though she’d discussed her husband’s cases with him and had helped “solve half of them.” But with Pellicano in jail she was broke. As she put it to The New York Times, “What is the benefit to me of talking to them? It’s more benefit to me for Anthony to be out of jail than in jail.”

Pellicano had initially turned down the assistance of a public defender, declaring that he intended to defend himself. Cooler heads prevailed, and two respected defense attorneys volunteered to represent Pellicano pro bono. They will make the argument that the search warrant was based on the false premise that Pellicano had been involved in the threats and vandalizing of Anita Busch’s car, and that what they were really after was evidence about an entirely different case, in which Pellicano illegally wiretapped an FBI agent speaking to an Israeli businessman Pellicano was surveilling.

As a result, the defense will ask the judge to declare the original search warrant invalid, thereby negating the entire case. The chances of that happening are slim. A better shot at an acquittal will probably rest on the government’s having to prove most of its case circumstantially. Thus far prosecutors have produced only one wiretap, that of the wife and brother of Los Angeles billionaire Alec E. Gores discussing their extramarital affair. According to the government, Pellicano was hired by Gores to investigate the two lovers. Gores has already admitted that Pellicano played the tapes of their conversations for him.

A guilty verdict will probably cost Pellicano ten years in prison. Barring an acquittal, his only hope is to roll over and implicate some of the Hollywood moguls and attorneys who employed him. But as Loyola Law School professor Laurie Levenson, a former U.S. attorney, points out, “Any prosecutor would be out of his mind to try and make a case against Bert Fields based on the testimony of Pellicano–who would have zero credibility. Every word he said would have to have corroboration. They’d be fighting the best lawyers money can buy and have to convince a jury that a man of Fields’s stature would stoop to such cheap tricks.”

Consequently, assistant U.S. attorney Daniel Saunders, the lead prosecutor, appears unwilling to take a chance on any high-profile losses and has decided to focus on Pellicano, the lowest-hanging fruit. “He’s got Pellicano and Terry Christensen,” says Levenson. “When you take down a major partner in a major law firm in a city like Los Angeles, you’re making a statement and issuing a warning that lawyer abuse of the system won’t be tolerated.”

Limiting the prosecutions also means that the most compelling aspects of the case won’t be resolved: How much did Fields, Ovitz, Grey, Kerkorian, and all the rest know? How did Pellicano stay off law enforcement’s radar for so long? Was it because he was an informant, like Fred Otash? How many dirty tricks did Pellicano and his clients perpetrate? What would have been revealed if Hollywood had had its Watergate hearings?

At least Pellicano will have achieved what he’s always craved: pop immortality. Back in the early ’90s, Sylvester Stallone described Pellicano’s life as “the kind of script that can only get better as his experiences grow.” What has turned out to be so good for the script, has, however, been a disaster for the man.

Crossed Wires

12 degrees of Anthony Pellicano

BARRY BONDS

An ex-porn star claims Pellicano worked an a case involving the slugger

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TERRY CHRISTENSEN

Attorney to the powerful has been indicted for illegal wiretapping

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TOM CRUISE

Frequently relied on Bert Fields to make rumors go bye-bye

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BERT FIELDS

Entertainment attorney named as a “person of interest” by the feds

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GENNIFER FLOWERS

Her recordings of Bill Clinton received the investigator’s analysis

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MICHAEL JACKSON

The PI helped beat back molestation charges filed against the singer

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JOHN MCTIERNAN

The director has pleaded guilty to lying to the FBI about eavesdropping

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MICHAEL OVITZ

The agent hired the snoop to spy on 15 to 20 associates and journalists

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STEVEN SEAGAL

His alleged ties to organized crime may have triggered Pellicano’s troubles

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GARRY SHANDLING

The comic actor has possibly been spied on by the investigator

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DON SIMPSON

The late producer’s appetites kept Pellicano busy and helped make him rich

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HOWARD WEITZMAN

The attorney brought the Chicago investigator to Hollywood in 1983

The search for fugitive rape suspect Andrew Luster continued Tuesday as Ventura County law enforcement officials sifted through dozens of potential leads while at the same time trying to compile enough information to obtain a federal arrest warrant.

Investigators have been checking airports and looking at bank and cellular phone records in an attempt to track down the 39-year-old great-grandson of cosmetics magnate Max Factor. They suspect Luster, who faces a life prison sentence if convicted of drugging and raping three women, jumped his $1-million bail last week during a break in his trial.

Tips on Luster’s possible whereabouts poured in Tuesday in response to news reports of his flight, said Eric Nishimoto, spokesman for the Ventura County Sheriff’s Department.

The Sheriff’s Department and the Ventura County district attorney’s office each have one investigator working on the case, as well as backup investigators. “Obviously, we have limited resources,” Nishimoto said.

That is one reason why local authorities are trying to obtain federal assistance.

During the last two days, prosecutors have scrambled to compile information that would enable the FBI to obtain an arrest warrant for Luster and give them authority to investigate leads in foreign countries.

At the same time, authorities are working to put together a list of leads on places Luster may have gone — homes of relatives, former girlfriends or friends, and any of his previous residences.

Meanwhile, Luster’s criminal trial continued in his absence.

Santa Monica-based attorney Roger Jon Diamond stood alone at the defense counsel table, his bulky briefcase parked in the chair where his client once sat alongside a four-member defense team.

Co-counsel Kiana Sloan-Hillier walked out Monday after Superior Court Judge Ken Riley declared Luster a fugitive and issued a warrant for his arrest. She has yet to return.

Investigator Bill Pavelic, a former Los Angeles police officer, also walked out — angrily clutching his briefcase — after prosecutors called him as a witness outside the jury’s presence and asked whether he helped Luster flee.

“It is insulting,” he snapped. “You know damn well I didn’t.”

Diamond also asked to leave the case, but Riley ordered him to stay on and defend Luster, who faces 87 criminal counts, including rape, sodomy of an unconscious person, sexual battery, drug possession and poisoning.

Defense attorneys, who did not give an opening statement, have maintained that Luster engaged in consensual sex with the purported victims. But prosecutors allege that Luster used a potent date-rape drug to knock out the alleged victims, erasing any memory of the sexual assaults.

On Tuesday, a 23-year-old former UC Santa Barbara college student, identified as David Doe, said he believes Luster drugged him and his friend, Carey, after they met at a Santa Barbara bar in July 2000. Doe said he has only a spotty memory of the events that night, but testified he began feeling nauseated and tired after Luster handed him a glass of water on a dance floor.

Carey told detectives that Luster raped her at his Mussel Shoals beach house after they drove there from the bar. It was her report that led investigators to search the home, where they seized videotapes of two additional sexual encounters that prosecutors contend are rapes.

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December 1, 2002 Sunday
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On the night his life changed forever, Andrew Luster and a friend drove north to a bar in Santa Barbara called O’Malley’s. Especially on weekends, the bars and clubs along State Street, where O’Malley’s is located, overflow with tourists and with students from UC Santa Barbara, many of whom fully expect, as a pretty blond 21-year-old named Carey did on that warm Friday night in July 2000, to “get messed up.”

Until that night, Luster’s famous heritage had served him well. He had a trust fund of nearly $1 million and a $600,000 cottage on the beach in Mussel Shoals, a Ventura County community. He was 36, handsome, with thick dark hair, green eyes and a trim, toned body from years of boating and surfing. He took fishing and surfing trips to Mexico and Costa Rica and slept with a string of beautiful young women. Usually he didn’t brag about how he got his money, but on that summer night at O’Malley’s, he wanted to impress Carey, so he says he casually mentioned that he was related to the legendary cosmetics tycoon Max Factor.

What happened over the next 12 hours, after the couple left O’Malley’s together, is hotly debated. But three days later, Ventura County sheriff’s deputies arrested Luster at his house and charged him with drugging, kidnapping and raping Carey “Doe.” (Her last name is being withheld under a Times policy of protecting the identities of sex-crime victims.) The graphic evidence investigators found at Luster’s house–16 videotapes in his bedroom that allegedly show him having sex with other women, some of whom appear drugged, almost comatose–led to additional criminal charges by two women Luster had dated in the past.

His status as a great-grandson of Max Factor became a liability for him over-night as the media played up the celebrity angle. The kidnapping charge, the possibility that Luster was “a clear and present and immediate danger to women,” plus the fear that he might flee, led a judge to set his bail at $10 million. Unable to come up with the $1-million bond, Luster sat in jail for five months. In all, Luster was charged with 87 counts of kidnapping, drugging, sodomy and rape. Prosecutors alleged that Luster is a serial rapist who drugged three unsuspecting women with the illegal substance gamma hydroxybutyrate (GHB) and, without the knowledge of his two former girlfriends, videotaped them in various sexual acts. If convicted, he could spend the rest of his life in prison.

The defense, however, claims that this was never a GHB-induced rape case. “Plain and simple,” says Roger Diamond, one of Luster’s lawyers, “this is a case about prosecutorial misconduct and we plan to get to the bottom of it.” The defense claims that prosecutors have withheld key evidence, altered witness statements and coached the three women complainants who, Luster’s lawyers claim, are “gold diggers” out to get their client’s money.

In interviews last March, before the judge imposed a gag order, Luster and his defense team denied all of the charges against him. The women consented to have sex, Luster said, and if the two videotapes now being used as evidence were viewed in their entirety, they would show that the women knew they were being videotaped.

He also contended that he never gave any of them GHB. “My life has been ruined because police and prosecutors jumped to conclusions,” he said. “They wanted to make me their GHB poster boy. They’re doing this to punish me for my lifestyle, which doesn’t fit in with their conservative values. In 20 years I haven’t gotten anything except a few speeding tickets. Had they thoroughly in-vestigated [Carey Doe] before charging me, they would have discovered she lied” about how things transpired during their encounter. But, Luster said, “they allowed the case to go forward to boost their careers.”

Two and a half years after Luster’s arrest, his case still is not resolved. He remains under limited house arrest, an electronic-monitoring device attached to his ankle, as he waits for his trial to begin in the coming weeks. The high-profile case once seemed solid, but at this point it’s hard to predict how a jury might react to some of the evidence that has emerged since the charges were first filed.

As the pretrial debate between Ventura County prosecutors and Luster’s defense team continues, Luster’s case opens a window on the persistent problems that arise when the criminal justice system is confronted with accusations of drug-induced sexual assault. These cases often present difficult challenges, including physical evidence that vanishes quickly from the human body and built-in cultural biases against men and women who sometimes get caught up in a partying lifestyle. Such cases also often hinge on the meaning of “consensual” and the ability of a jury to sift the truth from a subculture of sometimes easy sex, performed in a haze of drugs and alcohol, that obscures traditional meanings of guilt and innocence.

By the summer of 2000, authorities in Southern California and elsewhere around the country considered GHB–along with Rohypnol, or “roofies,” and a variety of other central nervous system depressants–as a drug linked to sexual predators and their crimes. GHB is clear and odorless, with only a slightly salty taste. This makes it hard to detect in drinks or food, and it can be synthesized easily in a home lab with recipes that are available on the Internet. With GHB, a four-hour groggy period usually ensues, sometimes followed by in-and-out amnesia. (Former LAPD narcotics officer Trinka Porrata says that Ecstasy, another popular drug on the club scene, also “can compromise a woman’s judgment,” even though it is not a depressant but a stimulant.)

An average of 50 drug-facilitated sexual assaults are reported to the Los Angeles Police Department’s rape special section each year, says Det. Jesse Alvarado, “but there are so many more that go unreported. Many women don’t want to go through the emotional trauma of a criminal investigation, and these drugs make women often not remember what happened to them.” Most of the reported cases never make it to trial (last year only six did) because of a lack of hard evidence. GHB vanishes from blood in four hours and from urine within 12.

When L.A. County Deputy Dist. Atty. Mary Hanlon Stone got the 1998 case of George and Stefan Spitzer, identical twins who were dubbed the “Rohypnol Romeos” for using roofies to drug women they had met and then forcing sex on them, she had little physical evidence to work with. “These cases are complicated because evidence is disappearing every minute,” she says. “Women often don’t realize they’ve been sexually assaulted and don’t go to a hospital in time when it would be critical.”

Stone was able to win a conviction by building a strong circumstantial case around the testimony of more than a dozen female victims and seven boxes of Rohypnol found in the twins’ Marina del Rey apartment.

“I tell people they should pee in a cup right away,” says Porrata, who now teaches law enforcement and high school and college students how to recognize and avoid drug-facilitated rape. (She also is a prosecution expert witness in the Luster case and declined to comment on the upcoming trial.) “These are hard cases to prove, and cops who don’t understand the phenomenon are a big part of the problem. Most rape investigators don’t even have enough training. If they did, they’d know to rush a victim to the hospital. As it is, most police don’t respond to these situations as drug-induced rape cases. They think of the woman as some drunken bimbo.”

Most cases of drug-induced sexual assault “are alcohol-related,” says Alvarado. “A woman can just as easily get drunk and not remember what happened. As long as someone does not give their permission, that’s rape. In sex cases, there are only two defenses: it wasn’t me or it was consensual. Consent is the hardest thing to prove, particularly with the use of drugs, because the victims can’t remember whether or not they gave consent. Sometimes there’s a very thin line between what’s true and not true.”

As the Luster case demonstrates, a partying lifestyle can easily blur that line. Andrew Luster moved to Mussel Shoals 19 years ago after graduating from Windward School in West Los Angeles so that he could be close to his “true love”–the ocean. His freewheeling lifestyle weakened his already tenuous ties to the Factor family, which is involved in the arts and philanthropy.

“For me, it’s not about chasing dollars or fame,” he said last spring. “I’m not a high-profile guy, nor am I some wild party animal. I’m a nobody, really. Just a humble surfer who’s had a few girlfriends.” He doesn’t have to work–his investments provide an annual $55,000 income. But over the years he has dabbled in real estate, played the stock market and started a number of small businesses, including a surf accessories company.

A former surfing companion who asked not to be identified says he was not surprised by Luster’s arrest. He ran around with a crowd of “chicks who are into sex and drugs,” the surfer says. In this beach crowd, explained Luster’s defense investigator, Bill Pavelic, “sex is nothing more than entertainment for a few hours.”

There were other ways in which Luster didn’t fit the Factor mold. “In a sense, Andrew isn’t really a Factor,” says Fred
Basten, coauthor of “Max Fac-tor’s Hollywood Glamour, Movies, Make-up.” Based on Luster’s lineage, Basten notes that Luster “doesn’t have [Factor’s] name or his blood.”

Luster’s mother, Elizabeth, was adopted by Freda Factor, the oldest daughter of Max Faktor Sr., a wig maker for the imperial family who fled Russia in 1902 and smuggled his family aboard a ship bound for America, where his name was misspelled as Factor at Ellis Island. In 1909 they settled in California, where Factor specialized in theatrical makeup for screen legends such as Joan Crawford and Lana Turner. He later expanded the company into a multimillion-dollar inter-national cosmetics firm.
Factor died in 1938, and in 1973 the family sold the company to Norton Simon Inc. for $480 million–it is now controlled by Procter & Gamble–and the proceeds have been passed down through four generations in trust funds.

Luster’s father, a psychiatrist, died from emphysema-related surgery when Luster was 9, leaving his mother to raise him and his younger sister. He has two children, ages 8 and 11, by a former girlfriend who brings them for weekend visits.

Andrew Luster met Carey Doe at O’Malley’s sometime after 1 a.m. on that Sat-urday in July 2000. By then, according to court documents, she had consumed three beers, two Long Island iced teas and a Cosmopolitan. Like many her age, Carey, a third-year UCSB student, had experimented with drugs. She had taken Ecstasy and smoked marijuana three times prior to that night, she told police. She said she sometimes got so drunk that she vomited.

Carey told police that she felt strange after dancing with Luster. She later suggested to friends that perhaps she had been given a spiked cup of water at O’Malley’s, because she does not remember agreeing to leave with Luster or that she and her friend David got into Luster’s green Toyota Forerunner and headed back to his house in Mussel Shoals.

According to various accounts, it was after 2 a.m. when the group arrived at Luster’s house. The beach was dark except for flickering lights from an oil rig up the coast. Carey later told police that she walked onto the pier, took off her dress, handed her money and ID card to Luster, and jumped into the surf.

A few minutes later, she swam back to shore and climbed out, shivering in only her thong underwear. One of the men helped her out (accounts differ about which man) and they went back to Luster’s house, where she took a shower. Luster got in with her and they had sex. Again, accounts differ. Was it consensual, as Luster maintains, or was Carey so out of it that she was in no condition to give consent? Luster took several photos of her in his living room that night and Luster’s defense team claims those photos were taken sometime after she took a shower. One of those images is expected to become pivotal evidence in Luster’s defense. It shows Carey fully dressed and smiling.

By the time Luster drove Carey and her friend David back to her apartment near Santa Barbara on Saturday morning, she claims Luster had raped her two more times. Before they parted, she told police, she gave him her telephone number.

“There is a strong cultural bias against women who get drunk and, say, rip off their clothes in the middle of the street,” says Porrata. “It’s not a pretty picture and predatory men hide behind that bias. Women who party like the boys and drink and take drugs voluntarily complicate these cases because their behavior fuzzies the issue of consent, but it still doesn’t mean they give their consent.”

Carey went to the police the following Monday to report that she’d been raped by Luster. A series of tests at a local hospital found no trace of drugs in her system, according to Luster’s defense team. But details of her account convinced detectives that she’d been drugged with GHB, although the defense claims that none was found in searches of Luster’s home and vehicle.
Without proof of toxicity “prosecutors take another road and try to find other victims toweave a tapestry of stories,” says Deputy Dist. Atty. Stone. In the Spitzer twins case, the prosecution urged other victims to come forward in news articles, “and 23 women came out of the woodwork,” Stone says.

Even when other alleged victims come forward, drug-aided rape cases can still be “hard sells to juries because jurors look for inconsistencies in the women’s statements,” says jury consultant Lara Giese. Giese worked on the John Gordon Jones case, a high-profile GHB criminal case that was tried in Long Beach and ended in an acquittal on all 30 counts of drugging and raping nine women. (In July, Jones was ordered to pay $5.3 million in civil damages to one of his ac-cusers. One of his defense lawyers, Richard Sherman, is co-counsel on Luster’s defense team.)

Dubbed “the limousine rapist,” Jones, a successful computer company owner, frequented Hollywood nightclubs, where he met women and took them back to his house in a limousine. As in the Luster case, some of the women who accused Jones of drugging and raping them had dated him in the past, which, says Det. Alvarado, “is always a complicating factor. In the Jones case, some of the victims had issues; they were party girls.”

As jury expert Giese knows, jurors tend to care less about a victim who has an alternative lifestyle, and it also didn’t help that no GHB was found in Jones’ possession. “The gold-digger theme came through,” Giese says, “because some of the witnesses’ accounts may not have been completely true.” For example, some of the women testified that they’d been locked in Jones’ various bedrooms and then raped, but jurors doubted their credibility when they went to his house and saw no locks on the doors.

“Women can end up jeopardizing their own cases and hurting the credibility of cases–and women–that are real,” Giese says.
Adds Alvarado: “We always proceed from the position that the woman is telling the truth, but sometimes the evidence doesn’t hold up. Some women use elaborate fabrications for various reasons. The last thing I want to do is hurt an actual victim more, but I also don’t want to put a rape arrest on an innocent man.”

In Luster’s case, the defense is counting on one witness in particular, Carey Doe, to create reasonable doubt in jurors’ minds. When Bill Pavelic, who retired as an LAPD detective after 19 years, joined Luster’s defense team, he first con-centrated his investigative efforts on Carey, “because without her there is no case.”

After Luster was arrested, new details emerged that cast doubt on Carey’s initial story, particularly her claim of having been kidnapped and drugged. Luster told detectives that on the drive back to his house, he saw Carey perform oral sex on her friend David in the back seat of his car. Detectives went back to the UCSB student and asked if this were true. She denied having sex of any sort with David.

Initially reluctant to share details, David eventually told detectives his own version of events. He said he had memory gaps that night, but that Carey “may have” performed oral sex on him. When pressed further, David recalled that Carey lifted her dress, straddled his lap and that intercourse “probably” happened.

Prosecutors said they could not talk about details of the case because of the gag order, but tests they conducted on DNA samples, including semen found on Carey’s clothing, raised even more questions about what happened. The tests showed that one semen sample tested positive for Luster, another for David, and a third for an as-yet unidentified person whom Pavelic believes was Luster’s friend who accompanied him for their night on the town.

“We will show that over the course of 72 hours, Carey had sex with at least three men,” Pavelic says. “So why would she just single out Luster? There is only one answer. She did it hoping to get his money.”

Anthony Wold, the lead prosecutor in Luster’s case, argued against having the third semen sample tested because, as he said during a court hearing: “It’s irrelevant. This is not a case about identification. We know who did this.”

It’s not clear what connection, if any, those tests had on the prosecution’s decision just before Luster’s June 2001 preliminary hearing not to pursue the kidnapping and drugging charges stemming from the events at O’Malley’s involving Carey Doe. He still faces rape charges in the Carey Doe case, and drugging and rape charges involving the other two women, both of whom have filed multimillion-dollar civil suits alleging severe emotional distress. An attorney for one of the plaintiffs says nothing is expected to happen on those cases until the criminal cases are concluded. When contacted by telephone, one of Luster’s accusers declined to comment and Carey did not respond to a message left for her with co-workers. The Times was unable to locate the third woman.

The most relevant issue, says Trinka Porrata, is an understanding of the issue of consent. “It doesn’t matter if a woman has consensual sex with 10 guys on the football team but not the 11th,” she says. “It still doesn’t mean sex [with the 11th guy] was consensual. Even prostitutes get raped.”

Luster’s defense strategy of attacking Carey’s behavior comes as no surprise to women’s-rights advocates. “In these cases, the burden of proof is still on the woman instead of the man,” says Patricia Bellasalma, executive vice presi-dent of the Los Angeles chapter of the National Organization for Women and a civil rights attorney. “Sexual assault laws now say that a woman’s past can’t be used at trial, but lawyers still find ways to get it in. Another problem is that the public still operates on the old idea that if a woman didn’t go to a bar and drink, she wouldn’t get into trouble.”

Prosecutors are banking on the two sexually explicit videotapes to help win a conviction. “He can’t get around these videotapes,” Wold said in a court document.

Suggesting that prosecutors don’t intend to use all of the 16 seized video-tapes during the trial, Pavelic says, “You have to ask yourself why.” He concludes: “The other tapes establish that women knew they were being taped.”

The tapes–edited versions of two have been shown in court but never to the public–allegedly show two of Luster’s former girlfriends drugged and in various sexual acts. At Luster’s preliminary hearing, the women testified that they had no memory of the taping or of having given their consent for sex. Luster’s defense maintains that both women are motivated by shame and greed.

As the battle between Ventura County prosecutors and Luster’s defense lawyers intensifies in the days leading up to trial, the case has refocused attention on a number of basic ideas. “Women need to be more aware that these drugs are out there,”
Alvarado cautions, “and if they think they were sexually assaulted, they need to get a urine sample immediately.” On a broader level, Bellasalma believes that instances of drug-aided sexual assault will not decline “until the cultureaccepts that women, and not the public domain, have ownership of their bodies.”

As for Andrew Luster, he sat quietly at the counsel table during a pretrial hearing in September, occasionally swiveling in his chair to smile at people who had come to lend support. He appeared noticeably older and heavier than he had at his preliminary hearing in June 2001. As usual, his mother sat in the front row and shook her head whenever prosecutor Wold said something about her son that she didn’t like.

Outside in the hallway, some longtime courtroom observers began to make their bets, while others declined, knowing the outcome of this case is too close to call.

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Private investigators hired to sniff out flaws in the case against O. J. Simpson are themselves being investigated by the state consumer affairs depart-ment.

The probe follows complaints that Simpson’s investigators lack California li-cences and are taking jobs from in-state detectives.

“If you’re doing traditional investigative work, such as interviewing people or scoping out the scene of a crime, then you need to be licensed,” said Louis Bonsignore, spokesman for the California Department of Consumer Affairs.

Bonsignore said Thursday the investigators being investigated were Zvonko (Bill) Pavelic of Glendale, a former Los Angeles Police Department detective; John McNally of New York; and Patrick McKenna of West Palm Beach, Fla.

They are part of the team working for Simpson, who has pleaded not guilty to charges he murdered his ex-wife Nicole Brown Simpson and her friend Ronald Gold-man. His trial is set for Sept. 19.

Under state law, private investigators must undergo a background check, apply for a licence, pass a test and pay a fee. The penalty for doing detective work without a licence is up to a year in jail and a $1,000 fine.

Simpson’s lawyers — Robert Shapiro, Johnnie Cochran and Leroy Taft — did not immediately return calls seeking comment.

Bill Pavelic also known as William Bill Pavelic and Zvonko Bill Pavelic has said he isn’t a licensed private investigator and has never claimed to be one. He says he is a defence consultant whose job is to look for mistakes, oversights and violations of police policy in the official investiga-tion.

“If he’s only doing analysis, then he’s probably not in violation of the law,” Bonsignore said.

Sue Sarkis, secretary-treasurer of the Los Angeles County Criminal Defence Investigators Association, said she was “very, very, very concerned about these out-of-state people.

“I’m afraid they’re going to impugn the integrity of the licensed investiga-tors,” she said. “They don’t know the laws. They’re not familiar with what our limits are.”

In another development Thursday, a Denver private investigator claiming to work for acquaintances of Nicole Simpson said a witness can place either Simpson or his vehicle near the murder scene at about the time of the killings.

Robert Peterson, head of the R.W. Peterson Investigative Agency, declined to identify the potential witness and said he could not vouch for her credibility. He said she had spoken to one of his investigators.

“I think she may be a valid witness, but I’m not sure yet,” he said.

Peterson declined to identify his clients and has not turned over any infor-mation to authorities.

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