The handsome silver-haired businessman stretched out his 6-ft. 4-in., 170-lb. frame on the metal bunk in Cell 2 B4 of "the glass house," the downtown Los Angeles jail where male prostitutes, muggers and murderers are kept in holding pens. Arriving in the custody of FBI agents around 7:30 p.m., too late for Tuesday night's dinner, he disdained the tray of eggs, hash browns and sausage that was eventually offered. Throughout the night, he rarely slept; he just stared at the dank walls of the six-bed cell, which...
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