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The Millionaire's Wife
by Cathy Scott   

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Publisher:  St. Martin's Press ISBN-10:  0312594356 Type: 


Copyright:  March 29, 2012 ISBN-13:  9780312594350

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The True Story of a Real Estate Tycoon, his Beautiful Young Mistress, and a Marriage that Ended in Murder

 The beloved son of Holocaust survivors, forty-nine-year-old George Kogan grew up in Puerto Rico before making his way to New York City, where he enjoyed great success as an antiques and art dealer. Until one morning in 1990, when George was approached on the street by an unidentified gunman—and was killed in cold blood.

Before the shooting, George had been on the way to his girlfriends’s apartment. Mary-Louise Hawkins was twenty-eight years old and had once worked as George’s publicist. But ever since they became lovers, George’s estranged wife, Barbara, was consumed with bitterness. As she and George hashed out a divorce, Barbara fueled her anger into greed—especially after a judge turned down her request for $5,000 a week in alimony.

Barbara, who stood to collect $4.3 million in life insurance, was immediately suspected in George’s death. But it would take authorities almost twenty years to uncover a link between her lawyer, Manuel Martinez, and the hitman who killed George. In 2010, Martinez agreed to testify against his client…and Barbara eventually pled guilty to charges of grand larceny, conspiracy to commit murder, and murder in the first degree. This is the shocking true story of THE MILLIONAIRE’S WIFE.


A Cool Manhattan Morning

A light rain fell over Manhattan on a weekday morning like any other. But life can change on a dime, and that’s exactly what happened as middle-aged business tycoon George Kogan hurried back to his ultra-chic Upper East Side apartment with a bag of groceries on each arm in anticipation of breakfasting at home with his young lover. The late morning of Tuesday, October 23, 1990, turned out to be anything but a typical day in the city.

On the busy sidewalk, George, who’d recently celebrated his forty-ninth birthday, turned the corner onto East Sixty-ninth Street and headed toward his mid-block building, between Second and Third. As he hurried down the tree-lined street, he didn’t notice anything unusual other than the cool morning temperature. He continued walking toward the canopied entrance to the co-op where he’d lived for the last two years with Mary-Louise Hawkins, a twenty-eight-year-old rising star in the public relations world. Across the street, carpenters noisily worked on the new Trump Palace high-rise apartment building. A few blocks away, Central Park was alive with pedestrians, bicyclists, and joggers as they coursed through the park’s major arteries to their destinations in New York City, where the drone of urban traffic awaited them. George enjoyed walking the neighborhood. He’d lose himself in the bustling sights and sounds of the city. And this day was no different.

Walking from the neighborhood Food Emporium, he looked forward to spending the late morning with Mary-Louise. Quiet breakfasts were how their relationship had moved from platonic to romantic, and they especially appreciated those moments. Plus, George was anxious to prepare for an afternoon meeting with his son, William, who was acting as mediator to nail down an agreeable divorce settlement with George’s estranged wife, Barbara, and bring to a conclusion the marriage that in essence had ended two years earlier.

As George headed home that morning, William telephoned his father’s apartment to confirm their afternoon appointment. Mary-Louise told him she’d have George return the call when he arrived home from the store. George was optimistic about the settlement and finally getting the lengthy divorce behind him, so he and Mary-Louise could move on with their life together. Also uppermost in George’s mind was settling the divorce to help repair the damaged relationship he’d had with William, who had sided with his mother after his parents’ separation.

As George continued his walk home, the usual cast of characters were out and about—nannies pushing babies in strollers, residents leaving their high-rises to walk their dogs, business people hurrying to the subway entrance just steps away. George, distracted with the nagging thought of the afternoon meeting, quickened his pace when his limestone building came into view.

He lived in the heart of Manhattan’s Upper East Side, once called the Silk Stocking District, so named for the attire worn by the rich people who had once lived there. Long gone was the 19th-century farmland, as well as the market and garden districts that had peppered the area. Left were skyscrapers, rows of stylish townhouses, mansions, and the occasional walk-up apartment building.

For a millionaire antiques and art dealer who had once had interests in a casino and several properties in Puerto Rico and New York, George lived a surprisingly modest life on New York’s well-to-do Upper East Side—broadly defined as the area from Fifty-ninth to Ninety-sixth Streets, east of Central Park. His living quarters with Mary-Louise Hawkins were definitely nice, although small, with just one bedroom and a marbled-bath washroom. And while the apartment had a prestigious address with the coveted 10021 zip code in a luxurious high-rise complex, it was not quite up to the elite level of Fifth Avenue, which serves as the symbol of wealthy New York, where George once lived with his now-estranged wife Barbara. Still, he admired the high-end building that housed his current apartment.

The Upper East Side has a legacy of outstanding eclectic architecture, including George’s pre-war apartment. The façade of his co-op, a mix of limestone and beige brick, created a grand entrance with its surround and above-the-door stone molding, with tall arched relief details and shallow columns on either side and carved renaissance-style capitals. Above that was a heavy, stately ornamental stone molding. The variety of styles added a touch of grace and grandeur from a bygone era. As a connoisseur of fine antiques, George appreciated the artistry that went into the face of the building and enjoyed walking through the double-glass doorway, framed in oak, with its etched Art Deco design. What George could not know was that he would never again walk through that entryway, and the anticipated meeting with his son and his soon-to-be ex-wife to finalize the divorce was not to be. What happened next, he never saw coming.

As he neared the entrance to his Sixty-ninth Street apartment, his face flushed from the damp morning air, what he heard next was startling. It sounded like an explosion, most probably coming from the construction site across the street.

“What the—?” George cried out a nanosecond later, when it dawned on him what the noise really was. It was the distinct sound of gunfire.
No, no, no! he said to himself, and then, Mary-Louise!

The force of the bullets entering George’s back thrust him into a forward dive and catapulted him into the air; he landed in a skid on the rain-soaked concrete. He was face down just yards from his apartment lobby. Seconds felt like minutes.

Coins, bills, and groceries—a carton of eggs, a slab of cheese, a bottle of milk, pieces of fresh fruit—tumbled to the ground, along with George.

Sprawled on the sidewalk next to the wall, with his arms stretched out in front of him amidst the scattered groceries and money, George lifted his head and cried out, “Help me!”

The gunman stood a few feet from George. Out of the corner of his eye, the shooter, who showed no emotion, saw someone move. He quickly turned his attention from George toward a woman stepping out of a car parked at the curb. The two locked eyes, and then the assailant, with a cold, determined confidence, turned and hurried away on foot. He looked down and returned the black revolver, still in his left hand, to his waistband, hiding it under his jacket. Then he hurried up the sidewalk.
The shooter fled the scene as quickly as he had entered it. He headed a half-block west on East Sixty-ninth Street to Third Avenue before rounding the corner, turning right, and disappearing into a stream of pedestrians on the crowded sidewalk as he headed north. When the gunman was a safe distance away, he stepped toward the next pay phone he came across and placed a local call.

“It’s done,” the assassin said into the receiver. He hung up the phone and again disappeared into the morning pedestrian traffic.

Back at Sixty-ninth, lying flat on the concrete, his face ashen and his body alarmingly still, George called out once more. He tried to get up, but it felt as if an irresistible force held him down. He tried shifting his weight, but that didn’t work either. Immobilized except for his head and neck, George Kogan rested the side of his face on the cold, wet sidewalk. He felt the light wind against his forehead.

Dark water stains below the air conditioners at each apartment window in George’s building marred the exterior marble walls and portions of the concrete sidewalk below, where George lay bleeding.

He was alone. But not for long.

He tried once again to lift his head when he heard footsteps approach. Bystanders stood over him. He was confused. Just then, George heard a familiar voice.

“George! What is it? What happened? Why are you—” trailed Moses Crespo’s voice as he viewed with horror the gunshot wounds on George’s back and the blood seeping through his red T-shirt. Moses, who worked as a door attendant at Kogan’s building, knelt next to George, stretched out on the damp concrete. He asked what had happened.

“I’ve been shot,” George said.

To Moses, George seemed calm. Almost too calm. He was in obvious shock.

“Who did this?” Moses asked.

“I don’t—I don’t know. I didn’t see anyone.”

“Relax. Don’t worry, George. I’ll be right back,” Moses said, adding, “Is there anything else?”

“Can you get Mary-Louise? I want—I want to speak to her,” George told him.

“Okay,” Moses said, then, “You will be all right. We are going to get help.”

“I’m dying,” George said as Moses hurried away, first to call 911 and then to summon George’s girlfriend, Mary-Louise Hawkins.

Within a few long minutes, Mary-Louise walked through the lobby door expecting, per Moses’ request, to talk to George. Instead, she found her boyfriend lying on the damp sidewalk in a pool of blood. As she stood under the canopy taking in the scene a few feet away from her, Mary-Louise became unglued. “She went hysterical, screaming and jumping,” Moses said. “People had to restrain her.” That awful sight, George lying helpless, was what would stay with Mary-Louise, plus the fact that she and George did not get to say good-bye to each other. In the short time that had elapsed since Moses found him, her boyfriend of two years was already slipping in and out of unconsciousness.

Moses would be the last person to speak with George Kogan. At that moment, Moses’s mind was racing. He did not know what to think. He remembered George, a few months earlier, asking him not to accept any deliveries for him and not to confirm with anyone that he lived in the building.

Moses also wracked his brain trying to figure out why he had not heard the shots. Even though he had been in the lobby at the time of the shooting, he had not heard the gunfire. He had not known anything was amiss until a few minutes later, when a housekeeper ran to the door and, frightened by the gruesome scene playing out on the sidewalk, pounded on it to be let in. Then Moses realized why he hadn’t immediately noticed the shots: Across the street, at 200 East Sixty-ninth Street, construction workers pounded away, literally, on the Trump Palace, a luxury condominium complex that, at fifty-five stories, was the tallest building at the time in Upper Manhattan. Each weekday during construction, workers used air-powered nail guns to build the high-rise.

But the pop, pop, pop Moses thought was from the construction site was in reality the sound of gunfire as an executioner opened fire on George Kogan’s back.

Copyright © 2012 by Cathy Scott

Professional Reviews

The Big Thrill magazine: The Millionaire’s Wife by Cathy Scott
wenty-three years ago Cathy Scott worked as a secretary at Pacific Bell. “No offense to big corporations,” Cathy says, “but they have a tendency to kind of suck the passion out of you. I always wanted to be a writer and I saw that slipping away from me.”

So Cathy quit her day job and took a buyout to fund her leap of faith. “People told me I was nuts,” Cathy says. She lived lean like a poor college student for the next two years, got her degree, and wrote for anyone who would have her. As she gathered clips, Cathy set a goal to land a job with a daily newspaper in five years. She made it in 3˝.

“The Las Vegas Sun offered me a job,” Cathy says. “Then Tupac Shakur was killed on my watch, and that was my first book—THE KILLING OF TUPAC SHAKUR.” Her second book, THE MURDER OF BIGGIE SMALLS, further established her as a bestselling true crime writer.

Cathy Scott’s latest book released March 2012 from St. Martin’s Press is THE MILLIONAIRE’S WIFE. It chronicles the true story of a real estate tycoon, his beautiful young mistress, and a marriage that ended in murder.

Thriller novelists get to make stuff up, but a true crime writer must work with the facts. I spoke with Cathy to find out more about her writing process and how it compares to authors of thriller fiction.

How do you choose book projects? Are the “headline” cases most appealing or do you find topics in other ways?

Certain cases just catch my eye. I like crime. The first book was THE KILLING OF TUPAC SHAKUR and the second one naturally followed when Biggie Smalls was murdered. With PAWPRINTS OF KATRINA I was invited by a large animal welfare organization to cover the subject for their website and magazine.

The publisher brought THE MILLIONAIRE’S WIFE story to my agent and asked if this was something I could bite into. I read up on everything I could get my hands on and made a telephone call to the prosecutor. It’s a fascinating case.

How important is it to “bite into” a case?

I get passionate about anything I write about. You don’t want to be bored while you’re writing. You get to know these people even though they’re dead. I want somebody in the book to be sympathetic, just as novelists do with their protagonist. I use all the elements of a novel, world building and who the character is, only true crime writers base it on the facts we learn.

Thriller fiction often requires research. When do you know “enough is enough” to start writing?

I love love love research. In nonfiction, we write a proposal that typically consists of a table of contents with a synopsis. So I’ll expand the table of contents, break it down into chapters, and start working on it. If there’s something really intriguing I’m fired up about, I start writing that section, and then later go back to the research. I think there is a little bit of back and forth. Sometimes I get documents late, and then find where to fold in that information, or talk to somebody and get these nuggets of information.

When dealing with real people and true events are there liability issues?

The thing about writing about a dead person, they can’t sue. The family can’t sue because dead people have no right to privacy. In the case of Tupac Shakur, I included an autopsy photo in the book only because the Associated Press and mainstream media reported that Tupac faked his own death. But I contacted Afeni Shakur, Tupac’s mother, and gave a heads up that something was coming out.

It gets very pesky when you write about someone who’s still alive. In the Kogan case, the wife had filed for bankruptcy although she had inherited $4.3 million. I was able to say those things because it was all a matter of record in the bankruptcy files. There needs to be a resolution in the case, and once she was charged with murder it was fair game to write. Different publishers do this differently but with St. Martin’s, once a person is charged and there’s a pending trial, you can begin writing. Now in Tupac and Biggie’s case there was no resolution, but that typically only happens when it’s a really big name.

Do you base your books on interviews, affidavits, other records or a combination? How do you get the players to agree to interviews?

I interview everybody, as many people as I can. This was tricky because the Kogan case was 19 years old. I blogged about the book and I also was on a radio show. Some of the family heard me or read my blog, and they emailed me. Family members even found me on Twitter.

I also go out and find people. George Kogan was shot in front of a high rise apartment building on the upper Manhattan at 10:00 in the morning. So I went to the building, wore jogging clothes, and met the same doorman on duty, the last person to speak to George before he fell into unconsciousness. I hate to give people time to say no. Had I called or left a message he might not have spoken to me. I opened the book with what he gave me. Just like in a novel you need a pivotal moment and in this case it was the scene of the crime.

How do you balance the journalist side with the story teller?

I am a journalist by trade, but I color outside the lines. The story kind of leads you in that direction and then you employ the narrative voice. It’s quite fun because you get to do things you don’t get to do in a “just the facts” news story.

What do you like best about writing true crime books?

I like to write about the underdog. Kogan was the underdog. In some ways his wife was too, because her husband of 22 years had a girlfriend and she was wronged. A lot of times the family wants you to depict them in the right light. You don’t write for those people, you write the book wherever it takes you. But you try to do right by the victim. In many cases I believe we’re writing on behalf of the victim.

The writing life can be filled with stress. When you’re up to the eyeballs with such things, what is your go-to safe spot?

My dogs. I have thirteen-year-old Rosie, a heeler/basset mix cancer survivor; Gypsy, a longhair Chihuahua from a terrible puppy mill in Missouri; and Georgie Girl, a Shi-tzu/Maltese mix from a shelter. I take my dogs to Red Rock Canyon and nothing else matters. It’s gorgeous up there, and it’s like the back yard for them.

Your books happened because you took a chance on starting a second career. Would you recommend other aspiring writers follow your example?

Absolutely. If you want something, go get it and don’t be afraid of anything. People are afraid to take risks. But you only go around once. Writing isn’t easy. Anybody who does it knows it’s difficult and very competitive. But the first book teaches you how to write the second one.

True Crime Zine: The Millionaires Wife: The True Story of a Real Estate Tycoon, His Beautiful Young Mistress, and a Marriage that Ended in Murder by Cathy Scott (March 2012)
George and Barbara Kogan had been married for 25 years when he suddenly announced he was in love with another woman: 27 year old Mary Louise Hawkins.

Barbara was devastated. Suddenly all of the success and wealth she and George had built together over the years was being ripped away from her. And it was being stolen by a spoiled little rich girl whose youthfulness and energy Barbara felt she couldn’t compete.

As many a scorned woman has done, Barbara sought to drain her husband of all their assets but instead found their assets frozen and having to turn to her parents, at almost 50 years old, for financial support. It was more than she could take!

When George was killed on a busy New York street, in broad daylight, many believed Barbara had found a way to regain her financial footing; after all, she was the sole beneficiary of millions of dollars in life insurance. And not to mention her husband’s death did away with that pesky division of assets divorce requires, they were all Barbara’s now.

Investigators, as well as George’s family and friends, were certain the wealthy widow was responsible for George’s death and they would spend the next 20 years trying to prove it. Their investigation would unveil a woman living a lavish lifestyle beyond her means, perjury, a hitman, and a wayward lawyer.

Veteran true crime author Cathy Scott outlines the homicide investigation that spanned two decades in her March 2012 book The Millionaire’s Wife and does a fantastic job of piecing together all the dirty little details from lifestyles of the rich and somewhat-famous.

Scott is an unbiased narrator of events, which I love as I feel more free to think for myself, so to speak, without leaving readers feeling as though certain parts of the story were omitted to create this effect. In the end, I felt sympathy for the victim but not without a clear understanding of why Barbara made the choices she did.

The Millionaire’s Wife is a top-rate true crime read for 2012 and I recommend you add it your reading list.

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