Dirty John Part 1: The Real Thing – Los Angeles Times
Their first date was at Houston’s, a restaurant in Irvine, where he opened the door for her and put her napkin on her lap. Candles flickered along the polished-mahogany bar; jazz drifted from speakers; conversation purred. Debra Newell had taken pains to look good. Her cornsilk-blond hair fell in waves over her shoulders. High black…