O.J.'s Son's Not "The Real Killer" -- Regardless Of How Much Of His Trash Private Dick Bill Dear Sifts Through
The story about a Texas private investigator's new book claiming that he has proof O.J. Simpson isn't guilty of the 1994 murders of his ex-wife, Nicole Brown Simpson, and her friend Ronald Goldman is getting the kind of media buzz you would expect when someone makes a claim as absurd as "O.J. didn't do it."
The book's author is P.I. Bill Dear, and this is actually the second time he's attempted to use a work of alleged non-fiction to let the world know that Jason Simpson, O.J.'s son, is the real killer.
We spoke with Dear over the weekend. Read all about it here. The story about his new book has since made its way to the Huffington Post, US Weekly, and an assortment of other national media outlets. What none of those media outlets mention -- and, frankly, we didn't know until after writing our post about Dear yesterday -- is that he's basically been maniacally stalking the younger Simpson for the last 17 years.
In 2001, Dear pimped his first book blaming O.J.'s son for the murders (he published the book himself). It was titled O.J. Is Guilty, But Not Of Murder, and it just so happens that Voice editor-in-chief Tony Ortega penned a 7,200-word article detailing Dear's creepy -- probably illegal -- methods of stalking Jason Simpson while Ortega was working for what was once the New Times Los Angeles. Ortega's piece was titled O.J. Confidential; Texas private eye Bill Dear spent nearly six years and $1 million trying to pin the Bundy murders on O.J.'s son Jason. But his theories stretch credibility and his tactics stretch the law.
Sadly, the paper is no mas, and the article no longer appears online (we've read it, though, and are working to get a PDF copy posted later today). However, the Dallas Observer, a Voice sister paper, published a similar profile on Dear's quest to find the real killer, which you can read here.
Until we can get a copy of Ortega's story posted, we'll give you a little teaser about the lengths to which Dear went to pin the murders on Jason Simpson: he dug through his trash, bought his old car, often staked out his house in the middle of the night, knows that he rents "crime movies" from Blockbuster, and once even posed as a doctor to try and convince a file clerk at Cedars-Sinai Hospital -- where he claims Jason was a patient -- to give him Simpson's medical records.
From Ortega's story:
"Each morning I carefully dressed in my white jacket, took my clipboard and punctually made my rounds up and down the halls on the plaza level of the South Tower," writes Dear in his book. "I greeted the security officers at the desk with a smile, bought coffee for the nurses at the commissary and, most importantly, smiled at the file clerks who came and left from the records department."
He didn't wear a nametag or verbally identify himself as a physician. But he ingratiated himself with a thirtysomething records clerk by bringing her flowers and offering to hire her "in my office." A few days later, he got to his bottom line, asking her for copies of "all the records you have on a patient, J. Lamar Simpson."
The woman complied, telling "Doctor" Dear to return the next day when the copies would be ready. But when Dear did so, he got cold feet, worried that he might be arrested. It's illegal in California to impersonate a doctor and to obtain medical records by fraud. (Both crimes are misdemeanors punishable by up to a year in jail and fines.) Dear says he left the hospital empty-handed.
The only thing that could make Ortega's account of Dear's antics seem more depraved is if Charlie Sheen made a cameo appearance...which he does.
Hopefully we can get a copy of Ortega's story posted later so you can get a behind the scenes look at what went into Dear's book. Check back for updates.
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