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the waist of a flashy blonde.
          “That’s Janet with her first husband, Harry Kemper,” Tory continued. “I don’t know whether it was her idea or his, but right after they were married, Harry footed the bill for a lot of cosmetic surgery. Janet had a nose job, breast augmentation, laser vision correction. She went from a mousy, nondescript brunette to a Pam Anderson look-alike in less than six months.”
          I could see what she meant. In the photo, three things stood out. Harry’s leer and Janet’s breasts.
          “Janet was twenty-two, Harry seventy-five at the time. I’m told Harry liked to show off his attractive young wife. I’m also told that Janet—somewhat shy before her makeover—loved the attention. She was suddenly desirable and took full advantage of it, using sex to get what she wanted. One of the men she had affairs with was Harry’s attorney, Greg Nevitt—”
          “That’s the guy who said he was her brother.”
          She frowned, shook her head again. “He may have said that, but he’s not. We’ll get to him in a minute.” She glanced down at her notes, took another sip of her drink. “Harry was worth a little over three million when he died of pneumonia in 1995. Janet probably thought she was going to inherit it all. Surprise, surprise. Harry’s money was tied up in trusts. Janet received a bequest for a paltry hundred thousand.”
          “She didn’t have Nevitt alter the trusts for her?”
          “No. I don’t think Janet really thought about manipulating the inheritance until after her experience with Kemper. I think that’s when she realized how much money she could get if she had a lawyer who could make the estate and inheritance laws work in her favor.”
          “So she hooked up with Nevitt.”
          “That’s what I think. Janet remarried, almost immediately, an older man, Walter Remminger. This time, with Nevitt helping her, Janet had the will altered leaving everything to her. On that six-month marriage, she made close to half a million. Three months later, they struck again. Janet married husband number three, Sol Hecht. Nevitt restructured Hecht’s estate so his three grown children received nothing and Janet received property and securities worth just under a million.”
          “Didn’t the kids fight it?”
          “Of course, but everything Wakeman and Nevitt had done was legal. It was a legal marriage. It was a legal will. The courts may not have liked it, but they had no choice.”
          I got up and paced around a little. “You’re saying there’s nothing anyone can do to stop her?”
          “If she’s careful, probably not. She’s not doing anything illegal. In fact, as a professional trophy wife—an invention of the macho male culture—she’s filling a niche.”
          “You sound like you’re on her side.”
          She made a face. “Only because you’re applying double standards. It’s okay for a guy to have a trophy wife. But being a trophy wife is bad.”
          “That’s not what—”
          “Please, don’t tell me about men,” she said, her voice bitter. “They’ll fuck you and forget you in a heartbeat, but if a woman takes advantage of a relationship, well now, that’s wrong.”
          “You don’t think what she did to Hecht’s kids was wrong?”
          “All I’m saying is she supplies what men demand. You can’t put all the blame on her.”
          “I’m not looking to fix blame. I’m looking to fix the problem. I want to know how to stop this woman. I think Joe’d be alive today if it weren’t for her.”
          “I didn’t find any evidence that she hastened his death.”
          “The fact that their marriage and his death were so close together was a coincidence? I know coincidences do occur, but there’s something in the back of my mind that says this one was made to