Witnessed: Devil in the Ditch - “Anna Delvey of the OC”

Episode Date: November 1, 2024

Sara King, a high powered lawyer in Orange County, had scammed investors out of $10 million. Her story splashed the headlines. But to this day, she says she’s no con artist. So what the hell happened? Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

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Visit The Binge channel on Apple Podcasts and hit subscribe at the top of the page or visit GetTheBinge.com to get access wherever you listen. The Binge. Feage our true crime obsession. The Binge. I can sell anything. I can sell fire to the devil. When I met Sarah Kang, she was an enigma to me. Brash, self-confident, optimistic.

But also, in peril. She'd gotten herself into a situation that no reasonable person would be able to fix. When I think about her, I can't help but think of the maze of traffic that is Southern California. Four or five lanes of freeway packed tight, cars weaving in and out of lanes, searching always for the fastest path forward. We've all had our close calls. You catch an open stretch of road and some speed and without even noticing 65 miles per hour becomes 85. A slower car threatens to block you. And so you hang a left into the fast lane.

The road bends, the sun flashes in your windshield, and suddenly there are cars ahead of you. You don't know how you missed it, the swell of traffic. But there it is. You know that there's no way you'll be able to slow down fast enough. The lanes next to you are full. There's nowhere left to go. The split seconds before a crash feel like an eternity. I wanted to know about Sarah King's final moments before her high-stakes joyride exploded

everyone's lives. Newport Beach attorney Sarah King is now accused of living the high life and spending more than $10 million of other people's money. November 11th, 2022 is when it all started to fall apart. Nighttime. Sara returned to her hotel room. Beautiful. One for more than 6,000 a night. Five rooms, cold, glittery, and high-end.

They were like guest rooms at Versailles. I wish I lived there now. There was all marble counters and, you know, those little round lights that you see on those makeup tables all around the mirrors. It was gorgeous. French doors opened into a perfectly manicured lawn, a private pool, jacuzzi, sweeping views,

and round-the-clock service. The real amenity of being in a villa is the service, is the butler's service. I started with champagne for breakfast. The butlers would come in with white gloves and feed my dog. And the crown jewel of all this opulence? The bathtub. It was like an infinity pool that would pour over

and you don't know where it's going, but it's beautiful. And it was all hers. And she saw herself as a good steward of the kingdom. She was, in her mind, royalty. They loved me so much, I guess I took care of everyone so well that they put a sign on my door that said, The King. Sarah King had earned her throne. She was a successful high powered attorney turned businesswoman for the 1% of the 1% in Orange County, California.

She'd invested in some properties too. She'd made a mint. And that wasn't even the half of it. Sarah was such an important client at the hotel that her extravagant room and service, it was all free of charge, on the arm. She was, as they say in the business, a whale. So the king pulled her hair extensions back into a bun, dropped her bath bomb and bubbles into the tub,

and stepped inside. She sipped her favorite sparkling rose and drifted off into the tub and stepped inside. She sipped her favorite sparkling rose and drifted off into the warm escape. It was like one of those meditation prompts, you know. Imagine a beautiful island or a tranquil lake. Fasara, all she needed was right here, hugged by the tall mountains of the desert. Frank Sinatra's Luck be a Lady piping through the room

was like a distant lullaby. She wouldn't have responded if a fire alarm went off, let alone a knock at the door. She was enjoying the paradise of the moment. But you know what they say, the only paradise is a paradise lost. And Sarah had begun to sense that there might be barbarians at the gate. Lately, she had been worried. How long could I keep this up? I was literally up to my chin in bubbles. And somebody was banging on her door. I didn't answer because I'm in the bathtub. So I think they must have seen me on camera go in the room.

Then they called my bathroom phone. Then I answered the phone and they said, we're right outside her door. Can you open it? She texted her contact at the hotel. When he didn't respond, she knew. Sarah slinked out of the tub. So I did. I mean, I put a robe on, I went out, and they said, Ms. King, like, you have to leave the premises. And I was like, what? The walls were closing in. The hotel was kicking

her out. I said, you know I see my guys sit tight. I have a lot to pack. They would pour me champagne while I was packing. I have my toiletry bags, I have my my regular clothes bags. It took me an hour and a half to pack. And they were like, we'll do a discrete car for you. They sent me out the private entrance. They said they take me wherever I wanted. Sarah packed her things, stuffed her designer dog under her arm, and was kicked to the curb.

She was in deep shit. The only thing left to do was brace for impact. Move over, Anna Delvey. There's a new scammer making waves all across the internet. This woman is so adept at being a criminal, it's not funny. What she has done is evil. He told me, he goes, I'll go to her house and I'll chop her up in little pieces right in her bed. From Sony Music Entertainment, this is the Lady Mafia.

It's a story about going from lawyer to lawless, living high and blowing millions. I'm Michelle McVeigh. Episode 1, The Anna Delvey of the OC. Hey there, it's Josh Dean, your host from Fade to Black, And I'm here today to talk to you about SimpliSafe. If you're ever worried about the safety of your home and family, there's no better time to act. SimpliSafe is the home security I trust. As many listeners know, I'm a user myself.

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I do the ice plunge because it's good for your body. But there's also a dark side. How many people have died doing the Wim Hof method? We can override even death. Listen on the podcast, Infamous. That's Infamous, playing now. Decades as a journalist, I've seen some shit. Murder and mayhem, terrorists and mob bosses.

From the streets of LA to the back alleys of East Boston, or Eastie, as we call it. TV, books, the mags, the rags, I've done it all. Most scam stories make me tired. A long rail of misgivings all rolled up into one dark, nasty portrait of a criminal. There was more to Sarah. From the beginning, I could feel it. And I wanted, well, maybe needed, to get inside her head.

It was a rainy afternoon in LA. The streets were slick, and nobody knows how to drive here when it rains. I went out with caution. Because of the drivers, yes, but also my destination. Sara's apartment. She didn't know I was coming. The papers had already given her a few monikers. The media vultures were circling.

Sarah in her overnight infamy was a juicy scoop. And look, I wasn't any different as far as she was concerned, I'm sure. I hung a left on sunset and parked in front of a fancy high-rise building in Hollywood. I was in my banged up undercover Crown Vic. I turned off the engine and waited. Drank my double espresso. It was a steak out. Then I saw what I was waiting for.

One of Sara's security guards exited the building and came out to the street. I jumped out. I handed the guard coffee and cookies. I asked if she would pass Sarah a note. The guard took the note and I waited. Hours later I got the call. Hi, it's Sarah King. I heard you're looking for me.

We made plans to meet at the One Hotel. I sat in the lobby of the hotel, on the ground floor, the traffic on Sunset Boulevard a rumbling white noise. I was still kind of in disbelief. Why would she talk to me? I knew why I was there. To understand how she did it. To get inside her head.

But how does this help her? Sarah walked in wearing Lululemon and sneakers. Casual, classy, but not the bombshell and head-to-toe Chanel I saw in photos. She looked a little too pretty. Perky boobs, chestnut brown hair, perfectly sprayed tan skin. But today, she was tired, harried, a weight on her shoulders. She seemed to need my support and was hungry for validation, in this way that took me aback. We sat in that hotel lobby for four hours straight.

She was so open, ready to tell her story, to hold nothing back. Why? She had her reasons, rehabbing her image for one, a TV deal, maybe. I just wanted to know what the fuck happened. Soon I realized this was going to be harder than it looked. Her story was convoluted, slippery, like oil-slicked tires skidding after the first rain. I was going to need something stiffer than a double espresso to untangle this mess. Orange County The sprawling metropolitan area south of Los

Angeles that hugs the beach all the way down to San Diego. The cliches about this place are so worn out at this point that the treads are almost completely gone. Glittery. Beachy. Plastic. Hot boys and beach babes. are almost completely gone. Glittery, beachy, plastic, hot boys and beach babes.

The real housewives, the O.C. selling sunset. Fake boobs in Italian sports cars. Newport Beach, where Sara grew up, is practically Mar-a-Lago West. The Orange Curtain, some say. But behind the sprawling beachfront mansions and the caviar and potato chip appetizers, there's a real darkness. Fast money, loose deals and hustlers. That's the world that surrounded

Sarah King. A world most of us never get to see or hear about. I often say that like, you know, when you look around that town, the Ferrari is like the Toyota Camry of Newport Beach. These days, that's not where Sara is. She's living in a studio apartment next to a shopping mall in Irvine. It's more on the upscale side, the shopping mall that is, but no Beverly Hills, that's for sure. It's one of those condo worlds,

walking distance to a steakhouse, a chain, but still nice. Turquoise, black and white color scheme, clean but thin carpet, a nice pool on the ground floor, but you can hear your neighbors snore. Sara lives here now with basically her whole family. All right. What do you wanna know? Okay.

We have my mom, my dad, myself and my grandmother living in a studio apartment with three dogs. Zara sleeps on the couch. Her parents sleep on the bed. And when I asked her how all that works, she had a simple answer. Don't fucking take Prozac. That's the only way I would survive this at all. It just keeps me calm. Otherwise I would lose my mind. I'd go insane.

Down the road, past the golf course, is Fashion Island, the iconic outdoor shopping center and hub of activity for New Port Beach. Think upscale shops, department stores, bars, and pricey restaurants. Sarah hung out here. She cut deals, sipped champagne, made things happen. Now things were different.

Instead of shopping in the luxury section at Nordstrom's, she was working in it. I applied for the job. I worked there for like four months in handbags. I sold handbags. And one day my manager told me, you have to go to the store manager. She wants to talk to you.

I said, okay. So I go downstairs and she told me, this is what we know about you. This is, and I, I just said, yeah, that's true, but it's, it's just the media. It's not the case isn't even resolved yet. You know, I'm actually a great employee because I have to keep accountable. I have to always be here, and I was top sales, so go figure. But they decided to terminate me.

When I first met Sarah, her life was very much on the downswing. You know it's hard times when the regional manager at Nordstrom is like, bye bitch, good luck with the case. Sarah had come to believe that media reports of her have been overblown and unfair. She said she only took that job so that her mom wouldn't have to work anymore. At that same Nordstrom's. Which she does. My mom had to go back to work. Mind you, she built an empire years ago. This is a family who always lived on a golf course, belonged to country clubs. The condo world is the dumps.

My mom actually started the company that was the fortune for our family, which is amazing. And so I always saw her working hard, dressing beautifully. It was an insurance brokerage company. Insurance brokerage, basically helping big commercial clients buy insurance, comparing prices and policies, all that. This, of course, was way before the internet. She did extraordinarily well all on her own and my dad later on became a big support for her in that and ran the business with her.

Hi. Hi there gorgeous, how are you? So nice to see you. Heidi, H-E-I-D-I, King. This is Sarah's mom. Growing up, Sarah saw a mom who was tough as nails, hot and in charge. A successful businesswoman, with a husband she was head over heels for. Sexy hairy chest. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha loved her success. They've been together for 45

years. Sara wanted that and all the things that came with it. Respect, power, love. But of course she wanted the nice things their success had afforded them. A 3,000 square foot home in Newport Beach, six figure sports cars, and she wasn't afraid to play with a little fire to get them. She thinks my Mercedes-Benz. Michael, Sara's dad, is on the couch with us too. I figured her parents would help me wrap my head around her. And the story that he remembers is the time Sara stole his car. Big Ford S500 Mercedes never drove before, ever. And drives on the freeway, goes to the mall.

I was 14 years old. I stole my dad's S500, $100,000 car. I've never driven it. I drove it 50 miles down South San Diego, picked up all my friends doing it, bought everything at Chanel, at Neiman Marcus. Where did you get the money? I went to Neiman Marcus and I lied on the credit card application saying I was 18. I used my credit to get a huge credit limit and I was buying everyone Chanel, I took everyone to lunch. I drove back safely, the car was fine. But I got in some big shit for that. And you had a credit card debt at 14. Yeah, but I think legally 18 is the age that you have to you can only get go into a contract.

So I got out of that one, I think. And when this happened, Heidi and Michael were not even home. They were on vacation. They came home, they asked me, and I think my mom cut up literally with scissors, right? Something interesting happened in the middle of our interview. Sarah looks back at her mom while retelling the story. For backup. All my clothes I ever bought there, and even Marcus, she just took scissors and just cut it all up. The story still didn't make sense to me. How can a freshman go into a store and sign up for a credit card?

I asked Sara this a bunch of times, and I never really got a straight answer. Finally, she said, So it was never stolen money. It was a matter of perception. Well, that's not true. And Eastie, we call that a lie. And what's more, a few weeks later, I asked her again. Then to my amazement, she recanted the whole thing. She hadn't gotten a credit card at 14. She brought cash. Cash, she now admits, she lifted from her parents' office. And her parents had backed her story up. I was beginning to wonder if anything she told me was true. What was true was that Sarah was

willing to bend the rules. If it meant you saw her in the light she wanted to be seen in. If it meant she got what she wanted. Watching my mom do everything and take care of so many things, I also wanted to do the same. Sarah wanted to prove that she could be a badass businesswoman. She didn't want to be a trophy wife like some of the girls she grew up around. I would say the women here are bred to marry and not to work. So you would find, I would find a lot of girls to be my friends here in Orange County who our friendship never lasted because I worked. And so they wouldn't understand why I couldn't pick up their calls or take them to lunch

or whatnot. And it's frustrating. It was because, you know, I am career focused and all these women just expect men to pay their way. And a lot of them do. A lot of them do. Sarah didn't want to be arm candy. She wanted to be respected for her wit, her ambition, her edge.

And she did find someone that respected her for those things. But you know what they say, you can't have everything you want all the time. The following interview is being videotaped by the Dade County Public Safety Department in Miami-Dade County, Florida. And sir, would you identify yourself? My name is Ronald F. Proud of 30. In 1976 a man in Florida tells a cop he has a confession to make. Arriving in Miami I proceeded to do certain things that I considered to be necessary and the crime that I planned to commit. I was looking for a hitchhiker potential victim.

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Jarrar Jamal was his name, a consultant in the environmental industry. Six foot four, 250 pounds of muscle. Pretty, like her. They were a good match. Here was a guy who was invested in her success. Early on, one of their dates turned into a business marketing meeting, which hardly for her was a good thing. Jarrar pushed her to do more with her life, told her to go to law school. If I go to law school, I'm going to be top of the class. That's just who I am. And you have to buy me this car.

And he just laughed in my face and he said, you are street smart, not book smart. After the first year of law school, I was top of the top 2%. We called the registrar and they say she had a solid 3.57 GPA, but wasn't top 2%. When I graduated, I got a G63. Now that's a vehicle that cost more than her tuition. He was very supportive, but he pushed me really hard. He just, he wanted me to be the best, which I appreciated. But I think at the time it was,

he was trying to turn me into somebody I wasn't. He was trying to turn me into somebody I wasn't. Sarah got the car and the ring and the man and the million dollar home in Newport Beach. She had settled into married life, but maybe wasn't over the moon in love with Draw. What kind of relationship did you have with him? Business. We were excellent business partners, excellent actually. So I miss him for that. And Sarah was working for a law firm. She never really wanted to be a lawyer. It was her husband's idea, but she was just good at it. At least that's what she tells me now. He even encouraged her to run for public office, which she did. Sarah was feeling restless because part of her life just wasn't that interesting.

Soon enough, she came to realize that part was Javar. And I noticed that we'd go, we'd go places and once the drinks were done and once shopping was over, he had nothing to say. He couldn't keep a conversation at all with me. Uh, I'd even ask him questions about sports, cars, watches, whatever his interests are. And he could not, he just gave me yes or no answers. They'd go on vacations all over the world, Lebanon, France, you name it. But wherever

they went, there they were, with little to say to one another. On their 10th anniversary of being together, Jarrar didn't even make a plan. He threw a bag of Hershey kisses on the counter, and I just realized that we are better off being friends and business partners than we'll ever be romantic. So Sarah may have won Jarrar's respect, but she was beginning to think she may not have gotten the love.

We'll get back to the love part. But in terms of business, she was bored with being a lawyer. She wanted to find something more exciting to do, to make bank. And Sarah and Javar had money to burn. So the couple began investing hundreds of thousands of dollars in different ventures. Some of their investments were in this mysterious industry, hard money lending. Basically, fast cash at a high interest rate. It was a great business proposition.

You would get 4 to 6% interest every month. Sara and Javar sunk 50k into one of these hard money investments. So they were raking in 2 to,000 to $3,000 a month doing absolutely nothing. And because they were just investors, they didn't even have to deal with the borrowers at all. It's always somebody in distress. I called up Derek Lewis because he's an expert on these hard money lenders. He's a lawyer from the OC who's a realtor too.

And he said that people in search of a hard money loan need cash quick and for whatever reason can't go to a bank. Bad credit. Typically, it's I need it fast and I don't want you to ask a lot of questions. Those are the people that go to hard money lenders. We all know you can't get big money this fast from your local bank. What hard money lenders want to see is an asset. A McMansion, a Bentley, a Rolex.

A lender is making a loan against a hard asset. Basically all the lender cares about is whether there's something there to take from you if you don't repay me. So hard money lenders don't care if you can't even repay the loan because they're going to seize the asset. I guess the difference between Eastie hard money lenders and these OC business types is they take your Lambo and steady your legs. Either way, it's still a racket. Derek calls them the new mob. These were the people that Draa and Sarah were investing in as a couple. To me, it sounded like shady shit. Invest big piles of money and get an impossible rate of return. I was looking for a way out of law. Law is so miserable. I hate being a lawyer and it

makes no money whatsoever. Okay, well, let me invest because I need to make money. I can't be a lawyer for the rest of my life." And soon they were giving hundreds of thousands of dollars to one lender in particular, getting more and more involved with the guys who made up this new mob. Meanwhile, Sarah and Jarrar were at a crossroads. It all came to a head one night after their anniversary. We were home in bed and watching TV and I said I turned off the television and I looked at him and I said why don't we talk about let's talk about something because I love conversation. It had been years since she felt like they'd had a good

conversation about anything. Doesn't have to to go anywhere, but I just, I want someone to be able to keep my interest with the conversation. And I brought up sports again, and cars, and he just yes or no answered me and I looked at him. I never forget I was, I was brokenhearted. But I said, you know, I think we're better off friends and business partners than in a romantic relationship because I said, you can't keep a conversation with me and I want that. And he flipped out, oh my God, he flipped out.

He just started like pacing around the house and just pissed off. But I was trying to explain to him like, look, this is what I think we should do and we still had companies together, we had other investments together. And I said, let's just work through those and we'll just go our separate ways romantically.

So her first marriage was on the rocks. Once you suggest something like that, you really can't take it back. Seemed like it was only a matter of time before it was over. We reached out to Draar plenty of times for comment. Finally, he responded. I suggest you leave me alone, he wrote in email. Then he cc'd his lawyer.

He clearly didn't want to be part of Sara's story for this podcast. So we can't be sure this is exactly how it went down. But soon Sara would get her chance to try again. To not rely on these midmen and their 9-to-5 salary to make things happen. There was one thing that had made her excited in recent years, made her a ton of money too. Something she intended to double down on now that she was on her own. Hard money lending. And the guys making money hand over fist doing it.

That new mob. She was ready to dive in, to the point that one of those guys would give Sara a new nickname, Lady Mafia. There was no turning back. Next time on Lady Mafia, Sara was willing to do whatever it took to become who she wanted to be. I had to, you know, talk to the girls at the strip club. I was, you know, the pimp of the night, essentially.

They knew what they were doing is wrong, and I would go, I would be by their side to make sure they didn't get caught. I would bully them. I would just straight up lie and say, I'm going to, you know, take you to court. I'm calling, you know, the FBI on you, and boom, you got paid. So it worked out. I love everything mafia, I love every movie mafia, everything. I've always tried to be the girl who says it's a guy table.

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