“We knew that Cathy lived in Louisburg Square and she always had a nice car,’’ said Sweeney. “Cathy just lived well.’’
By the late 1980s, Greig was living well enough that she no longer needed to work at all. She left her job with Sweeney and in 1987 her hygienist’s license expired. By then, Greig and Bulger had moved to a trim gray ranch house in Quincy’s Squantum section, just blocks from the ocean. Once again, Greig’s name went on the deed when the house was purchased for $160,000 in cash in 1986. Once again, there was no mortgage.
Four months before the couple moved to their new home that fall, Greig’s father died of cirrhosis of the liver caused by “chronic ethanolism,’’ or alcoholism, according to his death certificate. With two members of her immediate family now dead and no job to preoccupy her, Greig seemed to grow increasingly dependent on Bulger. Often the two of them could be seen walking their black poodles, Nikki and Gigi, in South Boston or lounging in deck chairs at Columbia Park. Neighbors noticed that Greig rarely left the house by herself. The only visitors she seemed to receive were her mother and sister and the dog groomer.
“She was always with him,’’ noted one neighbor who asked not to be identified. “She didn’t seem frightened of him. She was just never without him.’’
Neighbors could hardly ignore the new arrivals to Squantum. Within weeks of their purchase of the house, Bulger launched a renovation project that included removing the front door from its position near the road. Visitors—or enemies—had to walk the length of the house to the back door in order to get inside. Bulger also had all the windows replaced, a cathedral ceiling installed in the living room, and two bathrooms remodeled, according to a city renovation permit.
One neighbor, watching as the workmen toiled on the project for weeks, could not resist walking down the street and introducing herself to the man whose identity she well knew.
“I went up to him and said the neighborhood was going to have a tea for him,’’ recalled the neighbor. “He said, ‘No, no! Don’t do that.’ I said, ‘We are going to have a welcome to the neighborhood party for you, then. What day would be good for you?’ He said, ‘Oh my God! No.’ ’’
While some neighbors found Bulger prickly, they considered Greig a welcome addition. Always ready with a smile, Greig knew her neighbors well enough to be aware of special occasions such as a wedding or birthday and invariably left small gifts of chocolate and garden tomatoes on their doorstep.
“One thing she always did was make sure the neighborhood dogs were comfortable,’’ said one neighbor. “If she had an extra dog bed and she saw that a dog was lying outside on a hard stoop, she dragged it over and gave it to the dog.’’
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In January 1995, federal law enforcement officials who had investigated Whitey Bulger for years unveiled a sweeping indictment that charged Bulger with two counts of extortion and ten counts of racketeering. There was no mention of murder.
Tipped off to the indictment two weeks before it was unveiled, Bulger fled not with Greig but with his longtime girlfriend, Stanley. Police looking for Bulger first checked Stanley’s home and then headed to Squantum, armed with a search warrant. But before they could get to the back door, Greig stopped them in their tracks. Alone in the driveway, Greig declared that police were not coming into her house. And, according to testimony given by an FBI agent in July, it was an expletive-laced rebuff.
One month later, Bulger was back. Stanley was homesick and tired of the road. This time, Bulger wanted Greig to go with him. Greig, seemingly untroubled that she was his second choice, agreed and they arranged to meet at Malibu Beach in Dorchester at night. Greig would take no luggage, just the clothes on her back. Nikki and Gigi would have to stay behind with her sister.
In testifying at Greig’s detention hearing, Kevin Weeks, Bulger’s longtime criminal associate, described picking Greig up in Thomas Park on the night that she was to meet up with Bulger and flee. Greig, Weeks recalled, arrived with only her purse in hand.
She was clearly nervous. The two exchanged small talk but said little of substance. As Weeks drove around the city for more than an hour to make sure he was not being followed, he urged Greig to remain calm.
“I told her, you know—I kept on driving around and stuff and I told her, you know, to relax,’’ said Weeks.
Finally, Weeks pulled the car to a stop at Malibu Beach. Within minutes, Bulger approached the car on foot.Continued...