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Sue Hsu, a So-So Babe
The shitstorm didn't come down as a torrent, at first. It started at three a.m. on a Monday morning as a few droplets of diarrhea. The doorbell rang ominously at our house in Simi, and I roused myself from a restless sleep and panicky dreams of motorcycle pursuits to answer it.
I opened the front door on Lt. Albers and Det. Hsu of Beverly Hills PD, who flashed their badges and politely requested I accompany them to the stationhouse for questioning. Sue Hsu was far from being a babe, I noted, chalking up one more difference between reality and reality-based TV.
Albers stood in the bedroom and watched me as I dressed. I asked if I could call my attorney, and he gave one quick nod in the affirmative.
Felicia was shaken, but she didn't freak out. "I was afraid of
