The murder of Amie Harwick over the weekend reads like a Movie of the Week story from the ’70s or a bad Hart To Hart plot. She: a celebrity sex therapist based in Hollywood, former Playboy bunny, erstwhile fiancee of Drew Carey. Her assailant: ex-boyfriend against whom she’d twice taken out restraining orders who is also a photographer and, from the looks of him, knows his way around a steroid needle.

Last Saturday morning the boyfriend, Gareth Pursehouse, 41, allegedly broke into Harwick’s apartment in the Hollywood Hills. Neighbors heard screams. Then he allegedly tossed her off the third-floor balcony to her death.

Police have him in custody.

Just yesterday was reading about the murder of Sharon Tate in hills not far west in The Big Goodbye. I’m reminded of this essay I once read in (and wrote for) Newsweek. Then I’m reminded of this tweet from Better Call Saul executive producer Gennifer Hutchison, only a day or two ago:

I'm shocked when dudes who have a bunch of followers on here tweet where they are.

Then I remember that as dudes, they don't have that conditioned constant threat management thing.

I really, truly wonder what that's like. To just feel so safe, it doesn't occur to you to worry.

— Gennifer Hutchison (@GennHutchison) February 19, 2020

Another victim of this crime, though self-inflicted: radio/TV gabber Wendy Williams, 54, who noted the murder on her TV show. She informed the audience of the details of the crime and that Harwick’s ex was Drew Carey, who hosts “The Price Is Right,” and then Williams, inexplicably, made a “Come on down” joke in reference to Harwick’s fall.

She’s still having a better morning than Mike Bloomberg, but…