Earlier this year I wrote about the strange saga of Andrew Levene, who was suspected of burning down a house in a Colorado insurance scam, murdering a diamond merchant in Connecticut, and then fleeing to Spain where he killed himself. He was never charged in the arson of the Crested Butte, Colorado property he co-owned with other investment partners, but one of them smelled a rat when he found out Levene had made a small fortune on a secret insurance policy payout, and so the former partner filed a lawsuit.
It turns out that after Levene and his family fled Colorado and moved to Centerville, Delaware, he wanted to cover his tracks. Anyone who thinks Levene, whose kids went to Friends School, and whose wife drove a late-model Mercedes, was simply a charming blue-blood desperate for money when he ripped off and murdered a diamond merchant should read about what else he was up to as he floated around Chateau Country.
It was recently reported that Levene had hired two thugs from Jersey City to terrorize his former partner into dropping the lawsuit. And boy did these guys terrorize. They forced their way into Levene’s partner’s house and put a gun to the guy’s head while his terrified wife and children ran upstairs and hid in a closet. Levene sure was swell!
Over a month ago an acquaintance of some of Levene’s childhood friends in New York called me with some other bizarre news, this time involving Levene’s wife, Alicia Alban. The friend who called me was frightened and insisted I not use their name. They said that Alban was reaching out to Levene’s childhood friends and seeking sympathy, claiming her kids felt ostracized since her husband’s suicide. Levene’s friends felt sorry for her, and soon Alban and her kids were spending long, lavish weekends in various houses on Long Island, making her various hosts uncomfortable because she never seemed in a rush to leave.
The caller told me that Alban had recently stayed at a mutual friend’s house, and when the owner woke up in the middle of the night and walked downstairs for a glass of water, he instead spotted Alban in his living room “going through his stuff.” They asked Alban and her kids to leave the next day. Soon after this incident Levene’s friends became nervous as they realized they had no idea who Alban even was, and that even after all they knew about their grifting former friend, they had still let his wife slip into their social circle. The person that called me asked what I thought they should do — should they trust her?