JAMES PATTERSON
“carries the wrong impression. I don't see what it adds to the
piece. And that makes me unhappy.” If some sort of criminal investigation had taken place, that
would have been one thing. But, at that time, no criminal
investigation into Epstein’s affairs had been launched. And in
the absence of an investigation, the rumors of Epstein’s dealings
with very young women seemed to be just that—rumors.
Graydon Carter consulted his lawyers, his editors, and his One of the photogra fact-checkers. And then something odd and disturbing happened captured on video during at the Condé Nast building, then in Times Square. tela Beech Polley search warrant walk-thro
of Epstein’s El Brillo \ residence (Palm Beach Pc Departm
As usual, Carter had come into the office early. He swiped his
key card in the lobby, pressed the elevator button, and arrived in
the hallway outside the reception area on the twenty-first floor. It would have been a perfect time to review Ward's story.
Her description of Epstein'’s town house—which is said to
have been the largest private residence in New York City at the
time—was priceless: “Inside, amid the flurry of menservants
attired in sober black suits and pristine white gloves, you feel
you have stumbled into someone’s private Xanadu,” she'd writ
ten. “This is no mere rich person's home, but a high-walled,
eclectic, imperious fantasy that seems to have no boundaries. ©
The entrance hall is decorated not with paintings but with row © upon row of individually framed eyeballs; these, the owner tells E people with relish, were imported from England, where they : s. Next comes a marble foyer, which 4
were made for injured soldier but the”
t does have a painting, in the manner of Jean Dubuffet.. host coyly refuses to tell visitors who painted it. In any C45 :
Jeffrey Epstein, Coney Isl circa 1969 (Anonyn
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