Murder in Hollywood: Therapist Amie Harwick killed

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Amie Harwick, the therapist who appeared in the documentary “Addicted to sexting”, was killed in her Los Angeles home. Dr Harwick, one of Hollywood’s best-known sexologists and couple counselors, was found by police outside the entrance to her home in Hollywood Hills.

The agents were called by his roommate, who heard fierce cries coming from Amie’s room. Amie Harwick: the Hollywood therapist died When the police arrived on the scene, they found Harwick’s body crashed to the ground: the therapist threw herself from the balcony of her apartment, located on the third floor, to escape her assailant. The tenant managed to escape because she fled ahead of time: when she arrived at the neighbors’ house, she called the local police station. Amie was rushed to a hospital in the area, where, however, she arrived already dead from her injuries.

The first investigations revealed possible evidence of a scuffle already on the first floor of the building: the doctor would have been forced to enter her home by force. Amie Harwick: Drew Carey is ex-husband Harwick, ex-wife of television host Drew Carey (famous in the United States for being the symbol of the quiz The Price is Right, the original format of Ok, the price is right!), He had reached the notoriety in the world of television thanks to the documentary Dipendenti dal sexting, a film by Joseph Tosconi in which various personalities from very different fields recount this phenomenon, which is on the increase thanks to the internet and apps.

LAPD investigators already have a suspect in this crime: detectives have arrested Gareth Pursehouse at his home in Playa del Rey on charges of murder. Pursehouse and Harwick have been dating for some time and have recently split up. Police learned that Amie had expressed concern about her attitudes and had requested a restraining order. However, the measure had expired and the two had seen each other in recent weeks.

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