Back when Maria S. was married, before she gambled away $3.5 million, she was a stock market addict, a fool for the action. At Advest Inc., the securities firm where she worked, she traded all day, then went home and thought about stocks all night. She wore earphones to bed so she could tune in Read More
By Tinker Spitz 2/16/98 12:00am
“Wanna feel my gun?” said Gary Napoli, motioning toward his ankle.
It was late at night and Mr. Napoli was standing at the cocktail bar of Fifty-Seven Fifty-Seven, the elegant restaurant in the Four Seasons hotel. He looked nonchalant, just another guy out for some laughs. He was wearing a gold hoop earring in one Read More