South Bay law enforcement gave itself a mission: to save the good citizens of Silicon Valley from the ravages of high-class San Francisco call girls. But why didn't they bust more of the men? The former call girl's formula for success was simple: Offer a high-quality product and let lonely guys with disposable cash and high credit limits come calling to get a taste of the girls they could never have in high school.
According to former Keavy employees, the young madam boasted an impressive client list of 15, names that included corporate executives, engineers, professional athletes, movie stars and television personalities.
And the year-old madam expected her girls to have the air of an Oscar-night princess, not an MTV-award fashion victim. She wanted her ladies to wear nylons, but not fishnets. Jeans were out, but a tasteful pantsuit was OK. Nose-rings and visible tattoos were definitely prohibited.
On the night of June 3, however, a new escort named Angel didn't obey the company's librarian-look dress code. Keavy's lieutenant, Mark Dudgeon, would later express dismay about how Angel arrived at San Francisco's elegant Pan Pacific Hotel "looking extremely inappropriate" and "made up.
As Keavy did every Wednesday evening, this night she was meeting the escorts for the weekly money reconciliation everyone called "the drop. The site of the drop rotated each week among some of San Francisco's better hotels: the Westin St. When security nabbed the conspicuous Angel, it was actually something of a blessing in disguise for Keavy, albeit a blessing in a discount-store disguise. The commotion caught the attention of a hotel valet who quickly and discreetly tipped off the madam--who, after years of coming to the hotel, was well known to the valets and doormen--that there were a bunch of cops in the alcove.
