Tuesday, June 30, 2020


On Retainer to the Prince of Monaco

Washington, D.C., February-April 2003

On February 25th I met with Dave Szady, Assistant Director, Counterintelligence, and his deputy, Tim Bereznay, in Szady’s office at the J. Edgar Hoover Building in Washington, D.C.  

“So what can I do for you?” asked Szady, a tall, lanky Bostonian of Polish descent.

I briefed both men on our MING investigation and provided a written report. 

“We’ll look into it and get back to you,” said Bereznay, a quiet man with a firm eye grip and a background in Soviet-arena counterintelligence.

Just under a month later, on March 18th, I met the Prince in Monaco to confirm arrangements for meeting FBI Director Mueller in Washington on April 25th.

The Prince informed me Samy Maroun had again attempted to introduce him to his shady business associate Patric Maugein and, again, he'd declined, having decided such a meeting “will not happen.”  

This was excellent news as both CIA and SIS were, by this time, all over Maugein and the role he played as bagman between Jacques Chirac and Saddam Hussein.

On April 25th, the Prince flew into Washington-Reagan Airport on his father’s new Falcon 2000 jet, an 8.5-hour flight including a refueling stop in Gander. 

We rendezvoused at The Willard Hotel in advance of meeting with Director Mueller, for which I provided talking points:  

1) The Prince will one day reign as Sovereign of Monaco; 

2) The Prince is concerned about organized crime and money laundering in Monaco, especially as it pertains to Russians; 

3) The Prince would welcome FBI cooperation.

"Bobby Three Sticks"

Mueller, known (unaffectionately) among Washington insiders as “Bobby Three Sticks” for his proclivity to use III after his name, was apparently stressed out from inheriting an organization fraught with problems, still reeling from a Chinese spy scandal involving an FBI agent, and the recent departure of senior officials.

The plan had been for me to attend this meeting with the Prince, but at the last moment Tim Bereznay, who collected us from The Willard, turned to me outside the Director’s office and said, “Just the Prince, unless he asks that you join him.”

The FBI obviously planned it this way, for when the Prince requested my presence (as he recounted to me later) in reference to a question posed by Director Mueller about Russian espionage—the meeting abruptly ended.  

Back at his suite in The Willard, the Prince apologized to me about my not getting into the meeting.

“Don’t worry about it,” I said.  “It’s not about me—it’s about making this work for you.”

“Yes sir, Doctor Eringer,” replied the Prince.  “Whatever you say.”

I was sorry to learn that Director Mueller had not even said thank you to the Prince for bringing MING to their attention.

An hour later, I introduced the Prince to two staff members of the House Intelligence Committee.  

Jay J and Patrick M worked for the committee’s chairman, Porter Goss, widely regarded as the man who would (and did) succeed George Tenet as Director of Central Intelligence.

Tyler Drumheller

At 7:30 that evening, the Prince and I taxied to Taverna Del Alabardero, a Spanish restaurant on Eye Street for a dinner hosted by SIS station chief Ian M to introduce us to senior officials from CIA, including Tyler Drumheller, the corpulent European Division chief.  

Much to the dismay of CIA, the Prince improperly invited his friends Mike Powers and Maurice Wyatt to join us in a private dining room.  

Later, when the Agency ran checks on these unexpected guests, they were aghast to discover that Wyatt had spent a year in prison for his role as bagman to Maryland’s corrupt ex-governor, Marvin Mandel. 

At ten o'clock, the Prince and his two chums toodled off to visit a striptease club in Baltimore owned by his ex-con friend.

I remained behind to cement our relationship with CIA.