Call you ASAP.Īnna: I’m leaving here now, not sure i’ll have reception until our date, see you there.Īnna: If you get a chance to get like 3 vodka bottles and big water bottle 1 or 2 to fill that in. Our final text exchange took place on October 3, 2017, starting at 8.:9am. It felt like forever, but in reality it had been almost two months to the day since I last saw Anna. “See ya tomorrow lady!” I said to Anna, as I arrived at the hotel restaurant for a quick dinner. And she normally wears all black, I added.Īnna at her favourite restaurant Le Coucou, where she held court with Manhattan’s elite. Anna smiling in her sunglasses on the grounds of La Mamounia (a luxury resort in Morocco) walking through the souk, looking back at me with a grin pouting in the self-portrait from her Instagram account beaming, self-satisfied, at a table in Le Coucou (an upscale restaurant in Manhattan). Scrolling through my phone, a travelogue flashed before my eyes. To help the Los Angeles Police Department identify her, Officer McCaffrey asked me to send him a few recent photos of Anna. How on earth had Anna done this for so long and with such apparent ease? I could feel myself splinter - words on one side, actions on the other. “I think it’s pretty casual,” I answered. “Maybe make one? I’m not sure,” I said to Anna. Awesome, he replied, “She can make one if she wants.” I sent a screenshot to Officer McCaffrey. I suggested a restaurant called Joan’s on Third. Assuming Anna knew as much, you had to give her credit. Clinics were not required to admit law enforcement officials, nor to confirm whether a certain person was in residence. Here, Rachel reveals the text messages that led police to Anna’s hiding spot, finally bringing her run of chaos, financial ruin and deception to an end.Ī fair number of luxury rehab centres dotted the stretch of the Pacific Coast Highway near Malibu, but Officer McCaffrey and I focused on two, Promises and Passages, both of which closely resembled Anna’s descriptions.Ĭosting upward of $60,000 per month, the latter billed itself as the world’s most luxurious addiction rehab centre - and as such, for Anna, it seemed the likeliest choice.Įven though it felt like we were getting close, due to healthcare privacy regulations it wasn’t so easy to check. But six months later, Anna had sucked her into her web of lies, almost ruining her life in the process. Rachel DeLoache Williams had no idea what she was getting herself into the night she met infamous fake ‘socialite’ Anna Delvey in a New York nightclub one Wednesday in February 2016.
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