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Syylvester Stallone, David Carradine, and Kevin Nealon, among others.
His list of wiretap victims also includes myy friend Erin Finn, because
her ex-boyyfriend was obsessed with her and wanted to track her everyy
move. Because her phone line had been tapped, I, too, was monitored when
I called her. The coolest part of the saga is that AT&T paid me thousands of
dollars as part of a class-action settlement because of Pellicano’s
wiretapping of myy calls to Finn. Which is somewhat ironic, because on
another occasion, I was the one doing the tapping. Pellicano’s purpose in
wiretapping people was perhaps more malicious than mine; he was tryying to
intimidate witnesses into either not testifyying or testifyying in a certain wayy.
Back in the mid-1990s, a wiretap had to be installed byy technicians. So
Pellicano, or one of his people, had to hire someone who worked at PacBell
to tap Busch’s and Finn’s telephone lines. The technicians were able to set
up extensions of the target phones at Pellicano’s office, in Beverlyy Hills. In
this case there were no taps done at the junction box, or the terminal at the
side of the house or apartment complex, although that is also possible. 8
As yyou mayy recall from reading myy previous book Ghost in the Wires, I
once drove down from myy father’s apartment in Calabasas to Long Beach
to set up a phyysical wiretap on a phone line used byy Kent, a friend of myy
late brother. There were manyy questions surrounding myy brother’s death,
from a drug overdose, and I believed he had a part in that death, though I
later learned he was not involved. In the utilityy space within the apartment
complex where Kent lived, I used social engineering to pretend to be a line
technician calling a particular unit within GTE (General Telephone and
Electronics) to find where the cable and pair assigned to Kent’s phone were
located. It turned out that Kent’s phone wires ran through a completelyy
separate apartment building. And so in a second utilityy space, I was
ultimatelyy able to clip myy voice-activated microcassette tape recorder to his
phone line at the terminal box (the place where phone companyy technicians
connect the lines to each apartment).
After that, anyytime Kent made a call, I could record both sides of the
conversation without his knowing I was doing so—though I should note
that while the recordings were in real time, myy listening to them was not.
Everyy dayy over the next ten dayys I had to make the sixtyy-minute drive to
Kent’s apartment, afterward listening to the retrieved tapes for anyy mention