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...Then there was this noise, a little jiggle at the door," Allison told TIME in an exclusive interview, "and Marty turned to me and said, 'Do you think they're coming to get me?' and I said, 'No, don't be ridiculous...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: On the Lam with Marty | 11/8/1999 | See Source »

...wrong. Two German detectives burst into the room with guns drawn. From behind the protection of a bullet-proof Plexiglas shield, they announced in halting English that they were seeking two Americans. For some reason, they began to aggressively question Allison instead of Frankel, accusing her of using a false passport. Then Frankel looked up at a tall, blond detective and said, "I'm the one you're looking...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: On the Lam with Marty | 11/8/1999 | See Source »

...according to Allison, Frankel lived quite openly throughout much of his winding journey. He had gone from his Greenwich, Conn., mansion, where police found smoldering file cabinets and incriminating documents (item No. 1 on his to-do list: launder money), to a White Plains, N.Y., airfield, where a private jet flew him and two women, Mona Kim and Jackie Ju, to Rome, along with 25 suitcases and that stash of diamonds. Then he jaunted through Italy and Germany in chauffeured limousines, steadfastly maintaining to whoever would listen that his case was a misunderstanding that would blow over...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: On the Lam with Marty | 11/8/1999 | See Source »

...thought it was tax evasion or something like that," says Allison, back in the New York City area. "I didn't know what he had done. I used to ask him how much was missing, and he would say he didn't know...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: On the Lam with Marty | 11/8/1999 | See Source »

...Allison, a stout redhead from Gibson City, Ill. (pop. 3,600), came to be involved with Frankel is revealing of his bizarre proclivities. She had answered his tele-personal ad and flown from Mission Viejo, Calif., to meet Frankel in Greenwich. What she found when she walked into the $3 million mansion was a halfway house of sorts, a community of women gathered from personal ads and Internet chat rooms, all in the employ of this monied recluse who spent his days hunched over trading terminals in the mansion's digitally locked bedroom-cum-offices...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: On the Lam with Marty | 11/8/1999 | See Source »

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