That night, October 21, an eyewitness recalls, Cunanan was smugly pleased that Versace seemed to recognize him.“I know you,” Versace said, wagging a finger in the then 21-year-old’s direction. ” And Cunanan replied, “Thank you for remembering, Signor Versace.” It is not clear that there really was anything to remember, or that Andrew Cunanan had ever been near Versace’s house on Lake Como.During Versace’s stay, Cunanan also met Eric Gruenwald, now a Los Angeles lawyer, at Colossus.Cunanan, in the company of a silver-haired gentleman, was still gushing over his Versace encounter.Inside, he claims, were Cunanan, Versace, and San Francisco socialite Harry de Wildt. Right after one or two of these homicides, he probably goes to a gay bar in the afternoon when the news comes on and his face is on TV, and he’s sitting there drinking a beer and loving it.“Andrew called out, and we had a conversation on the side of the street,” Stubblefield says. I have never had the pleasure or displeasure of meeting Mr. You hide in plain view.”Antonio D’Amico, Versace’s longtime companion, who raced to the door of the Miami mansion within seconds of hearing the gunshots, about a.m.It took more than 12 hours for police to announce that they had finally found the body of Andrew Cunanan in a second-floor bedroom. revealed that within 48 hours of Versace’s murder Cunanan had contacted an associate on the West Coast, asking for help in obtaining a false passport to leave the country.) Yet even as police were searching the houseboat, sightings of the suspected notorious killer who had brazenly taunted police were being called in from New Hampshire and other states. At the time of his death, however, Cunanan had been charged only in the killings of Madson, Reese, and Miglin.
On April 18, Cunanan was in San Francisco and ran into his old friend John Semerau at the Midnight Sun, a gay bar, where he showed him a flyer for an S&M party he was planning to attend the next night. “He grabbed me around the neck so hard he was choking me by his grip,” recalls Semerau, who angrily told Cunanan, “ ‘Andrew, you’re really hurting me—stop it! Now I realize the guy was hunting—he was getting the thrill of the hunt, the thrill of the kill. They had come in contact in a San Francisco nightclub, Colossus, in 1990; Versace was in town because he had designed costumes for the San Francisco Opera.
Cunanan considered Trail, a graduate of the Naval Academy at Annapolis, to be his best friend, and referred to him as “my brother.” Madson, a rising architect, was the great unrequited love of Cunanan’s life.
Although they had broken up in the spring of 1996, Cunanan still kept Madson’s picture taped to his refrigerator door.
By hiding in Miami after Versace’s murder, Cunanan had broken his usual pattern of picking up a new getaway car and leaving the vehicle tied to a previous killing behind. C., in order to learn the real story of Andrew Cunanan, a chronic liar and consumer of status with an avid appetite for sadomasochistic pornography.
“He liked S&M,” his former roommate Erik Greenman told me.