Durst atty’s smear tactics

BEFORE wiping Robert

Durst from unemployment, we discuss a minute his lawyer. No smarter, savvier, sharper, slicker — sleazier — exists than

Dick DeGuerin.

Back in Texas, after Durst killed, then made hamburgers of the victim’s body, DeGuerin got him off. He’s now looking to wriggle him from New Orleans into Los Angeles because the California case — where they’re mostly interested in too much Kardashian and too little water— presents loopholes.

DeGuerin. Short and little. What sticks out most is his ego. In 2003, he tried peeing on me after my repeated personal exclusive NY Post oneonone frontpage talks with Robert Durst. Little Dick said my interviews “never happened . . . It’s bulls t. Those quotes are fabricated . . . My client was tricked into talking to her for 45 seconds” and “didn’t say most of the things attributed to him.”

He called my interviews “fake.” Said I’d promised to retract them.

Really? I’d spoken repeatedly to Durst going back months and months. The very night he was acquitted, we spoke twice. He told me, personally, to quote him. We spoke twice more the following day. My assistant took his calls. They could be tracked. Collect. From jail. Public record. Only little Dick, with a silver tongue and mouth bigger than any body part, said they didn’t happen.

In fact, the day I got trashed, Robert Durst called me again. At home. To apologize. Say he had nothing to do with it. Hope I wasn’t upset. Make sure I was all right.

To save both sides of his face, this Officer of the Court then called me privately, under cover of darkness, to suggest I lie and call Durst’s conversation “private” — one I wasn’t supposed to reveal.

My editor-in-chief plus colleagues ran to my aid. I said, “Easy, guys. I’m no damsel in distress. I’m in revenge.”

Nov. 18, 2003, I printed all this, word for word. I informed DeGuerin I’d seen better than him in high school, and wrote: “New York is now considered a major town. Boy, are we not scared off by you . . . Stick it in Texas, pal. You don’t mean chili to us here.”

He never replied — but watch this smart bastard play double Dutch with the judicial system.