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______• May 20, 1997
Donald Trump's instincts regarding Jeffrey Epstein were solid. Rut if
the reporters who were beginning to look into Epstein's mysterious
background had dug a bit further, there's a chalice they would have hit
pay dirt as well—and not just in Palm Beach.
In California, for instance, a paper trail already stretched from the
Santa Monica Police Department to Epstein's front door.
In the spring—almost the summer—of 1997, a call came in to the
police. The young woman who placed it—a young actress who'd
appeared on Baywatch and General Hospital—said she'd been sexually
assaulted at a trendy hotel called Shutters on the Beach.
The officer who took the call knew the woman's name—
and her voice. A week earlier, she'd told him about an encounter with
Epstein. The worliall had not wanted to make a formal complaint at the
time. But she had taken the cop's card, and now he was happy to hear
that she'd changed her mind.
In a shaky voice, described Epstein as a tallish man—five feet
eleven or six feet in height was her guess—with gray hair and brown
eyes. He was the owner of a large black four-door Mercedes and was a
regular at Shutters on the Beach, which was the kind of place that cost
one thousand dollars a night and was frequented by actors, agents, and
other Hollywood types.
told the cop that she was a model and actress herself. She'd
known Epc;i0in for about a month They had a friend in common, and
she'd sent him her head shots.
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