Through six degrees of separation, a neighbor knew somebody who had been robbed at gunpoint a year before, living in Tarzana. That neighbor, whose friend happened to be robbed, turned out to be one of my physicians, and when I told him how I was feeling one day and how sick I was, he went white as he recounted exactly the same story. I gave this information to the police department and they followed it through. There are no CSI labs in our local police department; they don't even have interlinking computers. So the detective who was working on the original case was now gone and that case was dead. Fortunately because of my neighbor that case now came to life. My detective said, "Hmm, that's very strange, exactly the same MO."

A couple weeks later I'm sitting at a friend's Passover table when the lady across from me reaches over and says, "I'm really sorry about what happened to you. A friend of mine in Palos Verdes had a similar thing. Guess what? They were tied up with neck ties". I proceeded to faint underneath the table. Once I come to and remember what has happened, I ask for the lady's phone number and proceed to call her the next day. She had had an identical robbery to us. Again, I give this information to the police department and they follow through. Oh my God, exactly the same MO.

My husband walks on a Sunday with a friend, every Sunday for the last 15 years. The friend mentions that his cousin who lives up on Mulholland, behind gates, behind cameras, was also robbed at gunpoint two years prior. "Very weird," he says to my husband. "They were tied up with ties."

My husband brings me this news. We quickly realize that we are part of something much bigger. These men had perfect the art of home invasion robbery and had gotten away with it for too long. I start wondering how they selected their victims. How were we all connected? I call the detective again and give him the information. They get hold of Beverly Hills PD and all of a sudden that case is reopened.

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