andrew kissel, lucky to be only spanked by the apartment neighbors he swindled, continued to buy residential and commercial properties all over wealthy connecticut. it was about then worrying news was coming out of asia. the airborne killer sars put the region on high alert, including hong kong where rob and his family lived. there was no question rob had to get nancy and the now three kids out of asia. so he sent them to the kissel family ski house in vermont. it seemed the natural safe haven. rob the dutiful breadwinner elected to stay in hong kong, one of those fateful decisions. rob first approached me in june of 2003. frank shay is a former new york city police detective turned private investigator. during the separation from his family, rob got that funny feeling, one that tells you your spouse is doing something she shouldn t. he wanted the confirmation. he was pretty convinced it was going on, but he wanted the
evidence. he hired shay s investigators to surveil his wife at the ski chalet. he called him in hong kong to report what they were seeing in real time. this gentleman arrived in a van, parked on a dirt road and snuck into the house. i told rob what was going on. same time, on-going as we re talking. that gentleman was michael del fiore, a local tv installer. on the phone, kissel took the news stoically, hung up, immediately called his wife. minutes later, there was a stir in the vermont house. the male came out of the house, got in his van and drove off. so rob called me back at my house, told me that he had spoken to nancy to not to let her know the house was watched. he said, nancy, don t do anything stupid. we have the children. it seems she had been chastened. she quickly returned to her husband in hong kong, presumably
herself on a railing as she got towards the witness chair. then in just a whisper of a voice she turned the tables and put her dead husband rob on trial. she described in minute details what she said was an abusive, perverted marriage. how at night her husband did a jekyll and hyde, peeling off conservative skin to snort coke and drink scotch until he was smashed. how he forced her into humiliating rough sex. her self-esteem was probably absolutely nothing. liz says her friend was crying out for help, finding temporary solace with a lover in vermont. she wanted a loving husband and she had that and that fell away, then she had nothing. but for all her sordid testimony, her memory of her husband s death was spotty at best. she denied drugging his milk shake, but remembered acting in self-defense, her husband threatening her, striking him five times with a lead statue
side of the story. she took the stand, steadying herself on a railing as she got towards the witness chair. then in a whisper she turned the tables and put her dead husband rob on trial. she described in minute details what she said was an abusive, perverted marriage. how at night her husband did a jekyll and hyde, with coke and scotch until he smashed. how he forced her into humiliating rough sex. her self esteem was probably nothing. liz says her friend was crying out for help, finding temporary solace with a lover in vermont. she wanted a loving husband and she had that and that fell away, then she had nothing. but for all her sordid testimony, her testimony was spotty at best. she remembered her husband threatened her, striking him five times with a lead statue, though, that was a complete blur. you try to pick a fight by
evidence. he hired shay s investigators to surveil his wife. he called him in hong kong to report what they were seeing in real time. this gentleman arrived in a van, parked on a dirt road and snuck into the house. i told rob what was going on. same time, on-going as we re talking. that gentleman was michael del fiore, a local tv installer. on the phone, kissel took the news stoically, hung up, immediately called his wife. minutes later, there was a stir in the vermont house. the male came out of the house, got in his van and drove off. so rob called me back at my house, told me that he had spoken to nancy to not to let her know the house was watched. she quickly returned to her husband in hong kong to presumably work on the marriage. any hope he had for the couple was wiped away by summer, 2003