Neil Diamond was home, preparing to leave the next day for Las Vegas and one of the most important engagements in his ten years as a performer.
A helicopter hovered overhead, ready with searchlights, while the head of the detail telephoned the house from the gate.
But they had a search warrant, and the name on it was Neil Diamond.Īnd so, on June 30th at 10:30 p.m., a force of 50 men, a joint effort of the sheriff and police departments, arrived at the house in Holmby Hills. It didn’t sound exactly like that guy on all those album covers or, at that moment, on a huge billboard high above Sunset Strip. They had a description of a white male in his early 40s, graying. They had a tip: Cocaine in Holmby Hills, just outside Beverly Hills.
