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Comforted in his plush German
hideout by a couple million dollars in diamonds and a quarter of a
million in cash, Frankel devoted his time to trying to keep his
embezzled fortune from seizure, studying his astrological charts
and watching reruns of old movies.
Around 11 P.M., there was a slight
noise at the door, as though someone tried to turn the doorknob.
“Do you think they’re coming to
get me?” he asked Cindy.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” she
chided him.
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Frankel’s time had finally run out
when two German policemen broke into the room with their guns drawn.
Initially, the detectives’ attentions were completely focused on
Cindy, perhaps because the man in the suite with her seemed such
an unlikely subject of a global manhunt.
“I’m the one you’re looking
for,” said the tall, skinny guy with glasses.
This was, indeed, the infamous Martin Frankel, who
author J.A. Johnson Jr. describes as having “from his lavish
cocoon -- masterminded one of the largest, most bizarre
embezzlement schemes in American history, one that rocked the
insurance and investment industries and spanned the globe from the
unassuming town of Toledo, Ohio, to the gilded dome of the
Vatican.”
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