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From the Los Angeles Times
He's No Angel, He's a Private Investigator
John Nazarian shares Pellicano's profession, but his reputation is cleaner. Even if he does dig for DNA in rich people's trash.
By Rachel Abramowitz
Times Staff Writer
June 13, 2006
It's 10 p.m., and John Nazarian, a burly 53-year-old private eye, is
hurtling around Beverly Hills in his immaculate red Scion looking for
garbage. Nazarian treats trash as his private archeological site, the
detritus of human existence that exposes all our hidden vulnerabilities
— financial documents, prescription bottles, booze bottles and
anything, anything, that might sport DNA.
"I would love to find condoms," he said, and cackled. "It's kind
of disgusting to be pawing around other people's personal waste."
Yes, it's a dirty job being a private investigator, but Nazarian is
prepared to do it. As he likes to say over and over again, he is one of
the most expensive private eyes in L.A., charging $10,000 to $20,000 on
retainer and $400 an hour for his services. He's racked up a number of
celebrity clients, including singer Peggy Lee (whom he assiduously
protected from the paparazzi to preserve the public's memory of her as
a blond bombshell), Dean Martin, kooky billionaire Doris Duke and her
butler, Bernard Lafferty. He's caught stalkers for CBS Chairman Les
Moonves and former "NYPD Blue" star Andrea Thompson.
And then there are the 20 or so unnamed Hollywood wives with
philandering husbands for whom Nazarian and his crew of 22 ex-cops and
sundry specialists seem to be working in perpetuity.
Nazarian is part of a long, not particularly illustrious tradition of
Hollywood private eyes, from fictional antiheroes, such as Sam Spade
and "Chinatown's" Jake Gittes, to real-life swaggerer Fred Otash, the
investigator for the scandal sheet Confidential Magazine, and Anthony
Pellicano, the infamous gumshoe who sits in jail awaiting trial on more
than 100 counts of wiretapping and witness intimidation.
This is why Nazarian keeps no records. Nothing. Tonight's game plan merely consists of a 3-by-5 card with an address.
"The D.A.s get furious with me," he said in a broad Boston accent.
"We've had our documents requested, and I said I don't have 'em."
For this particular jaunt around Beverly Hills and Bel-Air, Nazarian
has opted for a black muscle shirt and black sweats. He is officially
dressed down, having left much of what he calls his costume at home.
That includes a hat, oversize designer shades and bling — most notably
his trademark rings, two hunks of gold and platinum that look like
smashed golf balls. He designed them himself, as he did the
idiosyncratic cut of his dyed black beard. It looks as if his goatee
sprouted two slender butterfly wings. He shaves what's left of his
hair, like Kojak. The general look suggests menace, and that's the
point.
"As a private detective, the more bad things you say about me, the more valuable my trade becomes," he said.
Pellicano Fallout
Things have cooled down in Nazarian's line of work since the Pellicano indictment.
"I said to the lawyers, all the good wire guys, they've all gone to
Chicago for the summer. Anybody who goes out and wiretaps and does
bugging now, they've got to be out of their minds."
Nazarian said he didn't bug because "I'm too old to go to jail." As a
former cop, he insisted he knew how to push the boundaries without
going over the line.
"I have a huge amount of sympathy for Anthony," he said as he
zipped through the canyons looking for the house. "If I was his office
manager, I would have made sure that none of that happened." As for the
lawyers who employed Pellicano, he groaned theatrically. "I feel
horrible for those guys. A lawyer always trusts me to do the right
thing. Not that we break the law, but a private eye, by the mere fact
of what we do, it's not like we're a bunch of choirboys. We're not."
Nazarian is almost compulsively upfront about the people who don't like
him — the California Assn. of Licensed Investigators, for one, which
recently suspended him from its e-mail list serve for 30 days after he
sent a nasty e-mail. Nazarian thinks most private investigators are
"clowns" who rack up bills and don't deliver.
"I saw what all those other private eyes were doing, and I thought I
shared nothing in common … that's why I don't associate with any of
them." Nazarian owns a cream-colored Bentley and a Rolls-Royce, and, as
he said, 'I don't go to their conferences, because where am I going to
park this Bentley in a parking lot full of Camrys?"
He also brings up a case from the early '90s, when he was working as a
private eye in San Francisco. Police suspected a ring of Gypsies was
swindling elderly victims out of their savings, then poisoning them
with digitalis. Nazarian, something of a Gypsy specialist, began
investigating on his own. He was later accused of scheming to sell a
confidential police affidavit to Hollywood and then to the defense.
Nazarian adamantly denies trying to peddle the affidavit to the defense
and says it's not his fault that the police file fell into his lap.
"How do I force a police inspector to give me something? What size gun
was I pointing at him?"
He did, however, register the information with the Writers Guild of America. Nazarian was never charged with any wrongdoing.
Nazarian unabashedly loves the limelight and has just wrapped his
first film role, essentially playing a version of himself opposite
Anthony Hopkins in "Fracture," directed by Gregory Hoblit. (Nazarian
once found someone who had been stalking Hoblit's wife, actress Debrah
Farentino). He's worked for the tabloid show "Extra," which last week
sent him to Mexico, with a camera in tow, to hunt for Olivia
Newton-John's longtime boyfriend, Patrick McDermott, who disappeared a
year ago.
Nazarian employs his team of experts to do what he can't: a former
Beverly Hills cop for handwriting analysis, a forensic accountant, a
lab guy, tech guys for debugging or to apply Global Positioning System
tracking devices to cars (the latest way to follow spouses), a European
detective to handle cases that go Continental. For people worried about
wiretapping, he offers simple advice: Buy a bag of disposable
cellphones.
Nazarian says he tries to work with the police, particularly the Los
Angeles Police Department's Threat Management Unit, which deals with
celebrities and stalking.
"I always tell my clients whenever I have the police involved, if
you're lying to me and they pull out a big ugly skeleton, I'm getting
up and leaving you there," Nazarian said.
Det. Jeff Dunn of the Threat Management Unit declined to comment.
Former "NYPD Blue" star Thompson worked with Nazarian and the Threat
Management Unit when she had a menacing and persistent stalker.
"John saved my life and my son's life," said Thompson, explaining that
Nazarian not only set up surveillance at her house and kept an armed
guard there at nights, but he also helped her learn skills such as
hand-to-hand combat and defensive driving.
Although he does a smattering of criminal cases, family law accounts for about 70% of his business.
He is the only investigator used by 79-year-old attorney Sorrell Trope
— often referred to as the dean of L.A. divorce lawyers. Trope, who has
represented Cary Grant and Nicole Kidman, among other stars, has
employed Nazarian to serve subpoenas and to get background information
to facilitate in searches for hidden assets. "The principal thing is,
he's honest," Trope said. "He's legitimate."
Family law attorney Lisa Helfend Meyer says she tried a lot of private
eyes before she met Nazarian in the courthouse. "I wasn't happy because
most of them are flaky…. I trust John, and I don't trust the majority
of private investigators I've worked with."
In one Meyer case, Nazarian tracked down a husband who'd gone to Mexico
with his wife to try to reconcile their marital differences but then
vanished after five days. (Nazarian found the faithless husband with
his girlfriend). In another case, a doctor claimed that he couldn't pay
his child support because he was too ill to work; he was healthy enough
to treat Nazarian, though, when he came in posing as a patient.
Attorney Cary Goldstein, who specializes in palimony cases, uses
Nazarian "for questioned documents and handwriting analysis,
surveillance."
"Investigators are kind of interesting characters," Goldstein said.
"What they do is sell information, and sometimes you just want to know
things about people and you don't want it to be the same kind of
baloney that anyone can pull off a Google search. You want to know the
real stuff…. John has a web of operatives and a way … of casually
obtaining relevant information about people. That's what you pay for
with someone like Nazarian."
What's notable these days about Trope, Meyer and Goldstein is that none
of their names has surfaced among the widening ring of pricey L.A.
attorneys who used Pellicano. However, all of them have battled with
Pellicano's employers, most notably Dennis Wasser, Tom Cruise's divorce
attorney, and celebrity litigator Bert Fields, both of whom have been
officially notified by the U.S. attorney's office that they're
"subjects of interest" in the inquiry. (Wasser and Fields have denied
any wrongdoing.)
Nazarian believes — but can't prove — that he tangled with Pellicano
during the acrimonious palimony battle between former Miss USA Shanna
Moakler and boxer Oscar De La Hoya.
A few hours after Moakler aired her grievances against De La Hoya on
Court TV in October 2000, a crew of burly paramilitary-style operatives
barged into the home she once shared with De La Hoya. According to
court documents and the police report, they also ringed the perimeter
and harassed friends who were trying to enter. Moakler had called
Nazarian, who arrived with his crew to protect her before police came
and dispersed De La Hoya's operatives. Fields represented De La Hoya at
the time. Stephen Espinoza, a former attorney for Fields' firm who was
working on De La Hoya's behalf, insists that the men who arrived at
Moakler's house were not Pellicano's but from a different security firm
employed by De La Hoya.
Nazarian definitely butted heads with Pellicano after the wife of
Pellicano's former accountant sued Nazarian for several million
dollars. "She wanted her husband's horses killed, and I balked at it.
She sued me for breach of contract. Six months later she came back to
me, asking for my help," Nazarian said.
In the interim, the former client allegedly hired Pellicano to investigate Nazarian.
"He couldn't do much. He sent a packet to my home demanding all my
files, all my records. Don't contact her. Don't do this. I have power
of attorney. I basically laughed at him."
Not everybody admires Nazarian's methods.
One family law attorney, Lynn Soodik, says Nazarian tried to intimidate her while she took his deposition in a case.
"He sent me a greeting card at home. On the surface, it was not
threatening, but you knew he was saying, 'I know where you live.' I
just thought it was unprofessional," Soodik said.
Nazarian said he also went through her trash, just to unnerve her.
"I think it's funny Lynn Soodik would say something that I did was
unprofessional," he said with a smirk. "You know the difference between
a private eye and a lawyer? They have a nicer office."
Determination Pays Off
Nazarian pulls up in front of a red brick house. The light in the
garage is on, and the trash is, unfortunately, sitting at the side of
the house behind a gate. His language turns blue. "Again there's no
trash," he said.
This is the second time Nazarian has hit this house, and he's
frustrated, but the night is still young. He decides to come back
later, and scoots over to Bel-Air to check on a husband who his client
thinks is cheating on her.
"Trust me. Just like Bugs Bunny gets a carrot, I'll get my … trash."
(Indeed, a couple of weeks later, he reported finding enough blood to
get a pregnancy test, as well as enough bottles of alcohol to suggest
massive consumption.) Nazarian is vague about exactly what he's trying
to prove, saying only that it's a family law case.
Nazarian dabbled in many professions before he became a private eye.
His past incarnations include mortician, prison guard (at the
Californian Institution for Women, where he got to know the Manson
women), a heavy-equipment operator, the owner of a lawn business, a
sheriff's deputy in San Francisco and a small-town cop in Mendota,
Calif., where he worked with juveniles.
He was well known as one of the first openly gay cops in San Francisco.
Nazarian says he's actually bisexual, although he generally doesn't
discuss his sex life. "To classify myself, I would never say gay, but I
consider myself fairly happy. I'm an across-the-board lover of trees,
women, men, dogs, horses," he said. When he started out as a private
eye, he worked often for people who were dying of AIDS and wanted to
find lost loved ones. "All my friends who came on the department with
me died of AIDS. It was a big part of the reason I left San Francisco.
I lost all my friends when I was in my 30s."
Now infidelity pays the bills.
He's driving up to a client's house in Bel-Air, a $12-million mansion
surrounded by foliage and mostly obscured from the street except for a
portico with cars. Nazarian gets very excited because one is gone, the
BMW that belongs to the spouse he's keeping tabs on.
He calls his client only to learn that the missing husband is not missing at all … but with her.
"She was laughing. 'My God, you're doing a good job of keeping track of
him,' " said Nazarian, who seemed at least pleased to prove to his
employer that he was working hard on her case. In the next week, he did
the trash at this house and discovered that the spouse dined on TV
dinners while his wife was away. "I'll never understand an unhappy
multimillionaire who doesn't eat well," Nazarian said.
The majority of Nazarian's clients are women, and it's easy to see why.
While Pellicano oozed a kind of predatory, oleaginous charm, Nazarian
is more like a pit bull — ferocious to strangers, but deeply loyal and
solicitous to his masters.
"Women gravitate toward him because they feel comfortable with him,"
Meyer said. "It's hard when a woman goes through a divorce. They've
relied on their husbands, and now they're adrift. John comes through
for them."
Nazarian also caters to the wealthy women who don't want to give up the
Jaguars and the Beverly Hills mansion — they just want to know where
their husbands are sleeping.
"They basically want to keep track of the flavor of the month,"
Nazarian said as he cruised back to the Beverly Hills house to see if
the trash was out. "The men think they're in charge, but the women are
always in charge."
Nazarian earns a lot of money because of men who can't stay faithful.
He loves to find people's secrets, and he reels off some recent
discoveries like a hunter bragging about his kills — the wealthy
couple's box of sex toys, the nude photographs that had been shredded
but that his team managed to piece back together.
"It's not an honorable profession," he said, sighing.
But he's no Pellicano, the disgraced avatar of Hollywood gumshoes.
"Some of the stuff Pellicano did was overboard," Nazarian said. "It was
like putting too much garlic in the sauce. He didn't need to do that."