And Never Let Her Go (54 page)

N
ICK
P
ERILLO
had received $25 for making his call to Debby; following Tom's orders and without asking why, Kay Capano had deposited the money into Nick's commissary account. He accepted it, but Nick had made another move the day before. He'd written a letter to Ferris Wharton. In it, he explained that Tom Capano had asked him to phone a person called Debby, who was going to blow the case wide open if she didn't stop talking to the prosecutors. “He asked me to call Debby to remind her to fight the hypocritic bastards and not change her story about where she disposed of the gun in the trash can.”

Four days later, Perillo told his attorney, Tom Foley, about what Tom Capano was planning, and Foley agreed to talk with the prosecutors about it. Perillo confided to Wharton that Tom had told him he always got involved “with head cases like Fahey” and that he had called Debby a “stupid dumb bitch.”

While Perillo was not averse to being rewarded for information, he was also uneasy about what Tom seemed capable of doing. Perillo was a con man and an admitted drug addict, but he would no more have plotted to hurt someone physically than the guards in the bubble would. He told Wharton that Tom was very angry at Debby. “Very angry.”

Perillo had been in the system a long time and he knew that information could be traded for a possible reduction in sentence. Wharton took him up on his offer to provide information about Tom, albeit without making any promises. Perillo also had a private backup plan he didn't share with the prosecutors. This was a big story, and he thought he might just contact
Inside Edition
or one of
the other tabloid shows and see if he could sell some information. Nobody accepted his collect calls.

On March 4, Perillo had some fairly startling news for the prosecutors and got a message out to them via a guard. Tom had asked him if he knew anyone who might want to burglarize Debby's house. “He told me it would be easy picking. He has the key and will give the alarm code to me—to send her a message.” Perillo said that he did know people who could commit a burglary for him, although it would take some time to find them.

Tom had finally realized that Debby was not only unwilling to lie on the witness stand for him, she was going to stay with that “loathsome lawyer” Tom Bergstrom. As an attorney himself, he knew any lawyer worth his salt would advise her to look after herself, and that might lead her to cooperate with the “the Nazi” and “the hangman.”

Debby had told Tom she would be leaving on St. Patrick's Day for Sanibel Island in Florida for her children's spring vacation trip and would be gone until March 28. In the second week of March, pursuing his burglary plans, Tom told Perillo that Debby's home was full of valuable possessions, in both a monetary and a sentimental sense. He wanted her to be so afraid and, at the same time, so aware of who was behind the burglary that she would never even think of cooperating with the prosecutors.

Tom's plan to have Perillo find a burglar to send Debby a very frightening message was not a momentary aberrance. He had a perfect visual memory, an ability that many people don't possess. He could close his eyes and picture every room in Debby's house, and in those rooms, the places where she kept jewelry, art, antiques, silver, china, stereos, television sets, VCRs—all those things that burglars delight in.

With utmost care, he drew five maps: of Delaware Avenue and the side streets near the little white house, of the three floors of Debby's house, and of an exterior view showing entrances and the direction doors opened.

For each room, Tom noted the valuables to be found there and pointed out hiding places. He had meticulous orders for the second floor, where Debby's bedroom and office were. He wanted to be sure she knew who had sent the men who ravaged her home. “Must remove plastic bag with sex toys and videos,” he instructed. “In either: • office closet; • closet opposite Master Bath on right side; • Built-in cabinets in Master Bedroom outside wall; • Inside luggage in either closet.” He added that the floor-to-ceiling mirror in the bedroom
MUST BE SHATTERED
, and that all the artwork must be removed from Debby's bedroom or slashed to ribbons.

Other than Debby herself, there was only one person who knew what the mirror meant or where the sex toys were—her lover, Tom Capano. It would be like writing his name on her bedroom wall; she would get the message loud and clear.

To be sure that the burglars Perillo contacted would be well prepared, Tom added a sixth page with thirteen instructions. Giving orders was almost a fetish with him, and this mission had to be accomplished perfectly.

M
ARCH
18–M
ARCH
28

EARLIER IS BETTER

1.
SHOULD ENTER AND EXIT BACK DOOR.

2.
ALARM PANEL ON SHORT WALL TO LEFT GOING FROM KITCHEN INTO DEN.

3.
UPON ENTRY ALARM WILL EMIT QUIET, STEADY TONE. 60 SECOND DELAY TO ENTER CODE. MUST FLIP DOWN COVER ON PANEL. RED LIGHT—ARMED AND GREEN LIGHT—DISARMED. ENTER 43391.

4.
HOUSE IS HEAVILY SHRUBBED ON THREE SIDES. NO OBSTRUCTED VIEW FOR/FROM HOUSE BEHIND GARAGE SO ONLY VIEW. PARK ON STREET.

5.
RESET ALARM WHEN LEAVING. (ALL DOORS MUST BE SHUT TO RESET). ENTER 43392.

6.
NO MOTION DETECTORS ANYWHERE SO COULD ENTER THROUGH SLIDERS GLASS.

7.
DIAGRAMS FAIRLY ACCURATE AND IDENTIFY POTENTIAL VALUABLES.

8.
CAR KEYS SHOULD BE ON RACK IN KITCHEN OR IN PANTRY CLOSET WITH OPENER.

9.
TOTAL OF 5 TVS. BEST ONE IN MASTER BEDROOM.

10.
MUST SHATTER FLOOR TO CEILING MIRROR ON WALL IN MASTER BEDROOM. ABSOLUTELY REQUIRED.

11.
MUST LOCATE AND REMOVE PLASTIC BAG WITH SEX TOYS AND VIDEOS IN A CLOSET IN MASTER BEDROOM SUITE OR UNDER BED.

12.
ALL ART IS VALUABLE. MUST REMOVE ALL OR SLASH AND DESTROY.

13.
JEWELRY IN TOP DRAWERS OF FURNITURE IN DRESSING ROOM OF M.B.R. BUT MAY BE HIDDEN IN CLOSETS OR BUILT-INS.

Only ten days earlier, Tom had written Debby a stack of love letters. “Never ever forget that I love you now and forever,” he said. “My silly fantasy was to believe your promise that you'd be waiting for me whenever I got out and we'd have the rest of our lives together.” Maybe it was a silly fantasy; or maybe it was a fatally misguided smugness that Debby would believe anything he told her.

At this point, Tom didn't insist that Debby be physically hurt; he wanted Perillo to find burglars who would destroy those possessions she loved the most and that were reminders of their lovemaking. And he wanted her to be so frightened that she would never consider giving the slightest degree of comfort or information to the enemy camp.

Perillo turned Tom's maps and instructions over to the prosecutors.

On March 13, Debby and Tom Bergstrom met with the state's team in Ron Poplos's office in the IRS building. Poplos was helping them investigate the Capano brothers' tax records. The media seemed to know whenever something momentous was about to happen in the Capano case, and the prosecutors were now taking special pains to avoid reporters. One thing that seemed to work was to vary their meeting spots from Connolly's office to Wharton's to Poplos's.

They had to tell Debby about the diagrams that showed every room of her house and Tom's plan to find someone to burglarize it. As Connolly set down the pages in front of her, she stared at them uncomprehendingly at first, and then felt a sense of chilling recognition. “Everything was there,” she recalled. “I could not have told you where the words and the numbers were on my alarm system, but Tom had remembered them all. It was obvious he had worked for a long time on those drawings. And I knew that I couldn't stay in the house that meant so much to me. I would never feel safe there again.”

Every interview with the prosecuting team peeled away another layer that had been private for Debby. Sitting in a room full of men, she admitted that Tom was a voyeur who frequently urged her to date other men and tell him about any sexual encounters that might occur. She told them of the night she had gone to her twentieth high- school reunion, where she had met an old boyfriend and they talked about how they had never consummated their relationship when they were teenagers. They were both single now. Tom had been excited about the prospect that that might happen. “He called when he knew we were home,” she said with embarrassment. “He watched us through the windows.”

She told them then about Keith Brady and what had happened the day Tom brought him to her house. That could prove to be sticky; Brady was Ferris Wharton's boss in the Delaware Attorney General's office. It seemed that Tom Capano's excesses were going to bring down half the state before the investigation was over.

If it had to be, it had to be. What mattered was bringing some justice to Anne Marie Fahey, the girl who had written about Tom in her diary four years earlier, “We have built an everlasting friendship. I feel free around him, and like he says, he ‘makes my heart smile'! He deserves some happiness in his life, and it makes me feel good to know that I can provide him with such happiness.”

It was obvious now to all of the men who were about to prosecute Tom that he had always sought happiness for himself and never worried how he degraded other people in his headlong pursuit of pleasure.

When asked about Tom's sexual practices, Debby said, “He was never rough during sex. He was very gentle—loving.”

But denied sexual satisfaction and complete control over the women in his life, Tom appeared capable of extreme violence. If that trait had been part of his lovemaking, his prosecutors would have recognized the man they were dealing with sooner.

T
OM DIDN
'
T REALLY KNOW
why nothing came of his plan to have Debby's house burglarized. Perillo wasn't in the cell next to him any longer, and Tom could talk to him only if Perillo was out in the yard for a smoke during his rec hour and came close enough to Tom's window, or if Perillo sidled over the red line on the floor when the guards weren't looking.

When the burglary didn't happen, Tom began a number of other plans on many fronts. And oddly—or perhaps not oddly—he continued to look to the women in his life to provide alibis for him.

Susan Louth had written back to him and seemed to be totally in his corner. In his reply to her letter, he said that his cousin Loretta Farkas had been surprisingly supportive. “She also told me,” he wrote, “that she saw Debby MacIntyre's picture in the paper and that she looks like a shrew and a backstabber. Pretty perceptive.”

Tom added a paragraph of ugly descriptions of Debby's sexual
proclivities. And then he asked Susan to drum up some “word of mouth support” for him, suggesting that she start rumors about Debby that would reach his “jury pool.”

But he had a more specific request. In thinking about his case, he had realized that it would be necessary to show that he didn't have the physical strength to carry a cooler with a body in it down the back stairs at the North Grant Avenue house and lift it into the back of the Suburban. Gerry had already told prosecutors that he hadn't helped Tom do that, so he needed a witness who would testify that he wasn't a strong man.

Toward that end, he suggested a “memory” to Susan about the day he had lent her a dining room table and chairs. He reminded her that she had to help him carry the table because he was too weak to handle it alone.

“I do remember how heavy the dining room table was,” she wrote back. “I remember coming to your house and helping you move the table and chairs. . . . I was sore for a week.”

Tom's letters to Susan were rife with sexual references, reminding her of how intimate their relationship had been. For the moment, she was a member of his team.

There were Tom's daughters, too. They adored their father, and he told everyone what a hard time they were having with him locked up. He had tried to claim that the blood found in his house had come from them—and then raged when the prosecutors attempted to get blood samples. Some closely tied to the case believed that Tom might call his girls as alibi witnesses if he had to.

Indeed, Tom, who often bragged about what an overprotective father he was, had given his daughters' address and phone number to a fellow inmate. Harry Fusco didn't have anyone to call and he had traded his phone time to Tom for commissary money and certain favors. Harry, a sex offender, called the girls with messages from Tom, wrote to them, and treasured the letters they wrote back. He had pictures of some of the beautiful teenagers in his cell.

E
VEN
as he seethed over Debby's defection, Tom suspected that he might never be acquitted of murder without her. And he still could not believe that there wasn't some way to summon her back. He had cajoled, promised, threatened, and groveled, but Debby hadn't responded as he fully expected she would. He had always believed that he fulfilled her sexual needs completely. He suspected that she might be suffering from a kind of sexual starvation. If he could provide a solution—albeit once removed—she might be more pliable.