The murder itself was largely overshadowed by the brutality of the cover-up. The questions why, how, and by whom still linger. Inside the apartment, Joey was violently beaten and stabbed 15 times in the chest-nine on the right side and six on the left. A little after dawn on that Sunday morning, as the other guests made their way home, four men remained inside the apartment: Jimmy, his best friend Larry Dilione, Larry’s childhood friend and roommate Max Gemma, and an affable Connecticut native named Joey Comunale, who had been a stranger to the others until that night. Then came a Saturday night in November 2016, when Jimmy hosted a small after-hours party in his posh Sutton Place apartment that ended in a vicious murder. All I did was go out and chase girls.”įor a long time, the princely reinvention seemed complete. “There are all these stories about him and I, and all this gay-lover shit. “I always felt like I was meant to be something bigger,” Jimmy tells me about his desire to make it in New York. By any estimation, his was a rapid ascent into the tight, often impermeable social weft of the city. He had a full-time job as an insurance broker specializing in jewelry and fine art at Willis Towers Watson. He used his Equinox gym membership twice a day, brought women on first dates to the Upper East Side Italian mainstay Campagnola, and hit nightspots like Tao, the PHD lounge, and Happy Ending. He took the subway “like two or three times when I first got to New York, and that’s it,” preferring Ubers and taxis. He wore tailored Savile Row suits, had his shirts made by Anto in Beverly Hills, and spent his summers poolside in East Hampton. Much was given to Jimmy Rackover, and much was expected in return. Nevertheless, for the sake of convenience and to ward off any implications of a sexual relationship, Jimmy was introduced around town as Jeffrey’s long-lost biological son. The two men didn’t look much alike-Jimmy is muscular and tall with the square, wide face of a brooding 1950s matinee idol Jeffrey is none of those things. While it wasn’t a formal adoption, it proved a symbolic one, the shedding of a former self in order to don the fineries that New York sometimes bestows upon its most ambitious and adaptable newcomers. For the court petition, he obtained the consent of a wealthy older Manhattanite named Jeffrey Rackover, a diamond dealer dubbed “jeweler to the stars” who had become a surrogate father to him.
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In March 2015, not three years after landing in the city with little more than the shirt on his back, Jimmy Beaudoin legally changed his last name to Rackover. Then, in his early 20s and hoping to escape the dead end of his past, he was reborn in New York City. J ames “Jimmy” Beaudoin II was born the first time in March 1991 in Fort Lauderdale, the eldest son of a hardscrabble single mother.