Brad Pitt is latest celebrity to be targeted as home ransacked by thieves
Brad Pitt 's Los Angeles home was broken into and ransacked by thieves.
The Los Angeles Police Department is investigating the burglary, which occurred at 10:30 p.m. on Wednesday in the Los Feliz neighborhood.
An unknown amount of miscellaneous property was stolen, with the value of the items not yet clear. Pitt was not home at the time of the break-in, as he was promoting F1: The Movie.
Police are searching for three suspects who reportedly climbed a fence and entered through a front window, part of a recent trend of burglaries targeting celebrity homes.
The homes of Hollywood's biggest stars have been increasingly targeted by thieves in recent years.
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- The Guardian
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