40-year-old robert kissel had been rolled inside a carpet, padded with pillows and towels to contain the stench. within hours, his wife was under arrest. the city of dazzling lights was lit up brighter by the juiciest story to hit hong kong in years. nancy kissel, fancy wife of a millionaire banker charged with his murder. the ex-pat community savored each new morsel of the investigation, the body stuffed inside the carpet, whispers about a drug milk shake. a feast of speculation on the final days of nancy and robert kissel. yet it would take nearly two years before she would stand trial for the death of her husband. when she finally did, it would be hong kong s courtroom drama of the year. the prosecution outlining the case against nancy kissel in classic strokes. a calculating wife in love with another man, hungry for her husband s millions.
mentioning divorce, he says supposedly i am taking the kids and going and he s holding a baseball bat. then eventually through a lot of shouting, she gets dragged into the bedroom. violent fight under way. right. and she goes blank. on cross examination, the prosecutor cut to the chase. mrs. kissel, there s one thing we have to get over and done with. you do, of course, accept you killed your husband? and she said yes. gasps in the courtroom. gasps in the courtroom. in the end, after three hs ot buy nancy s claims of abuse or her argument of self defense. its unanimous verdict, guilty. nancy kissel would spend the rest of her life in a chinese prison. rob s friends in new york couldn t spare her much sympathy. the legacy she leaves the children is she murdered their father and said he was a terrible person. the children were sent to live with their uncle andrew in
skyline, the bank of china. very bad feng shui because the building with sharp edges like glass daggers brings the force inside. bad luck comes in and near it. it is not clear if he cared for that, but he was focused on the bank of china. in 2003, this was a huge market. talking billions of u.s. dollars. albert wong is a reporter in hong kong. it was competing with merrill-lynch, goldman, sachs all the big ones. on the first sunday after halloween, 2003, a close friend and colleague of rob s called to discuss an important conference call on the bank of china deal later that night. he said kissel sounded sleepy, out of sorts. not making sense? exactly. at first, the friend didn t make much of it. when kissel missed the
quoted and we are going to bury you, jane. but kissel was in no position to threaten anyone. he eventually cut a deal with federal prosecutors that included prison time. meantime, he was home under house arrest, ticking off the days, watching tv with an ankle i moved to los angeles so i would not hear much, but i would ask how andrew was doing and i would hear good, he s days, watching tv with an ankle bracelet. and i would hear good, he s happy he s home, he s resigned to his fate. problem was, fate wasn t resigned to andrew kissel s plan. in april, days before he was due in federal court to confess his crimes, karma made a house call. andrew kissel was alone in the mansion. his wife hayley and their two kids had moved out that friday, forced to leave after andrew stopped paying rent.
been rolled inside a carpet, padded with pillows and towels to contain the stench. within hours, his wife was under arrest. the city of dazzling lights was lit up brighter by the juiciest story to hit hong kong in years. nancy kissel, fancy wife of a banker charged with murder. the ex-pats savored each morsel of the story. the body found in a carp pet whispers about a million being shake in the final days of robert kissel. yet it would take nearly two years before she would stand trial for the death of her husband. when she finally did, it would be hong kong s drama of the year. the prosecution outlining the case against nancy kissel in classic strokes. a calculating wife in love with another man, hungry for her husband s millions. unwilling to put up with a messy divorce.