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Take the Hedge-Fund Money and Run


The marshals believe, however, that Liz knows more than she’s let on. From the start, getting even basic information from her has been “like pulling teeth,” says the deputy marshal in charge of Angelo’s case (it’s against the agency’s policy to reveal agents’ names). All summer, the marshal says, Liz appeared to be feeding him just enough information to keep them from making an obstruction-of-justice case against her. One day last month, the marshal says, she let it slip that she’d been sharing snapshots of Christina with Angelo on the Internet. Since then, he says, she’s insisted the marshals speak to her through her lawyer. As recently as last November, the marshal says, Liz and Angelo made several trips to the Greek embassy. Once, Angelo claimed that he’d lost his old passport and needed a new one. Another time, Liz called to ask for their marriage to be registered in Greece, perhaps so that Angelo, who was native-born, might get a Greek passport. The marshal notes that these were naïve efforts; Angelo in no way qualified for dual citizenship, and besides, his name was on a warning letter the U.S. Attorney’s Office had sent to the Greek authorities.

If Liz is cooperating with Angelo, her motivation, victims suspect, is money. Even after all the losses and lavish spending, Drenis calculates Angelo could still have millions stashed away. After all this time, in other words, Angelo still could be the golden goose. “I think this was his fail-safe plan,” says Drenis. “Maybe his wife and his kid will meet up with him at some point.”

The marshals believe Angelo is still in Greece, though he may be visiting other countries using a false I.D. Their last hard lead came this summer, when a record of his driver’s license was found in a Greek casino (I.D.’s are required to enter casinos in Greece). Other leads have gone nowhere: They’ve looked for bank accounts here and offshore but haven’t found any. They’ve tried tracing Angelo through the prescription drugs he needs to treat an autoimmune condition called CIDP (chronic inflammatory demyelinating polyneuropathy), but in Greece, it turns out, all medicines are sold over the counter. “It’s like tracking vitamins,” a marshal says. The marshals continue to work with the Greek government on locating him—a provisional arrest warrant is already prepared—but for reasons unknown to the marshals, the local authorities have been slow to act. (The marshals’ contacts in the U.S. embassy in Greece won’t comment on continuing investigations.) In the end, it seems that unless Liz is helping him and either slips up or turns on him, or Angelo’s money starts running out, or his illness takes a turn for the worse, or Interpol turns up a new lead, it’s unlikely that Angelo will be brought home again.

Back in January, after searching all over Manhattan for the Jeep at garages and impound lots, the marshals eventually just called Liz: “The next time he calls,” they told her, “ask him where the car is.” Sure enough, Angelo called, Liz asked, and he told her. When the marshals found the Jeep, they also tracked down a videotape that was shot from a camera mounted on a nearby office building. There, on the afternoon of January 10, is the last known sighting of Angelo Haligiannis, shutting the door and strolling down the sidewalk toward Eleventh Avenue—out of the frame and into the unknown, without, it seems, a worry in the world.


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