By Art Harris, (c) www.artharris.com, all rights reserved
She was a doctor without a bag, a psychiatrist invited to examine a cardboard box of items seized by California drug agents investigating how she’d dispensed prescription meds to the late Playboy centerfold, and possibly others, and whether any wrongdoing was involved.
Only when Kristine Eroshevich Tuesday walked into the empty Los Angeles courtroom of Judge Larry Paul Fidler, she was surprised by what she saw: a prosecutor with an investigator eager to supervise her and her attorney, Steve Yoda, as they eyeballed property taken in the raid on her Studio City Home.
“That wasn’t part of the deal,” she told me in an exclusive interview about her five minutes in court. “What if I pulled out letters or files and they accidentally saw someone not involved in the case? I didn’t want to put other patients’ privacy at risk.”
Privacy, or doctor patient confidentiality, would be grounds to possibly challenge the search warrants by Department of Justice as overly broad, with Judge Fidler appointing a special master to safeguard the property.
With the spectre of an assistant state attorney as a chaperone, Eroshevich chose a take-home option, and requested the court copy the material and send it to her attorney’s office to review, away from possible prying eyes.
“We’ll foot the cost,” she told me afterwards, “and we won’t have to rush looking at it.”
If she spies any confidential property to challenge, Erosovich has to list it and submit it to the court by Dec. 5â€”and argue how its inclusion with prosecutors and agents with the California Bureau of Narcotics would violate a confidence.
Along with confidential letters and medical records, she says there are cds, dvds and personal photos, she wants back.
When she left the room, Eroshevich stumbled from one nightmare into another: a prospective juror in another case had collapsed in the hall on the 9th floor outside the courtroom of Judge Fidler, who seems to inherit all the intriguing cases these days, from Phil Spector, to Dr. Kris.
“She was bleeding and it looked like she’d broken her nose,” Dr. Eroshevich told me.
With court bailiffs clustered around, waiting for paramedics, the blond woman in the shimmering blue blouse went to work. “I’m a doctor,” she said quietly, pushing through the crowd, to sit down by the frightened woman, hold her hand and take her vitals.
“You’re going to be ok,” she said, doing a quick exam. “She was disoriented, and I could see she’d bitten her tongue.”
An apparent victim of a seizure, the juror said she couldn’t afford a hospital visit, but Dr. Kris was having none of that. She explained the situation to the medics, and said, “please don’t let her drive home.”