“You’ve had all the facts you’re going to get from me, Detective.”
“Wait, wait!” Rooney said. “Before you put the phone down on me, think about it. Todd Pickett was your client for how long?”
“Eleven years.”
“So think of this as your chance to set the record straight once and for all. The good, the bad and the ugly.”
“If I were ever to choose to set the record straight, Mr. Rooney, it would not be with a cop as a co-author.”
“Oh, I wasn’t going to write any of this. I was going to get a ghost-writer in to do that.”
“Then I’m really missing something here, Rooney,” Maxine said, summoning up her most withering tone. “What exactly is your contribution to this project?”
“My experience of almost four decades in the LAPD. I worked on the Manson case — ”
“This is nothing like Manson. Not remotely — ”
“Will you let me finish? I’m not saying the cases are identical. But we still have a lot of parallels. The brutal deaths of several high-profile Hollywood people, all with some connection to the occult.”
“Todd never had anything to do with that kind of thing. And you can quote me.”
“Well somebody in that house did. I have copies of photographs of every inch of the place. There are occult symbols hammered into all the thresholds, did you know that? Several symbols — probably East European in origin — were removed from the area around the back door around the time Mr. Pickett died. He may even have been responsible for their removal. Do you have any comment to make about any of that?”
“Yes. It’s preposterous. And if you try to tie Todd to any of that kind of stuff you’re going to be in deep trouble.”
“That’s a risk I’m willing to take. But I am going to write the book, Ms. Frizelle, with or without your assistance.”
“I doubt you can do that, Rooney. You got that information because you were a cop. You can’t go using it to make money.”
“I wouldn’t be the first and I won’t be the last,” Rooney said. “Frankly, I don’t see what the hell your problem is, unless you were planning to do it yourself. Is that it? Am I rainin’ on your parade here?”
“No. I have no intention of writing my own version of events.”
“Then help me do mine,” Rooney said, his tone perfectly reasonable. “I’ll throw a piece of the action your way if that’s what this is about. How does five percent sound?”
“Don’t make this any worse than it already is. I don’t want your blood money. Have a little decency, for God’s sake. Todd is dead. So are a lot of other people. This isn’t the time to be thinking about making a profit.”
“I’m not going to do a hatchet job on him. I swear. Your ex-client’s reputation is perfectly safe with me. Okay, so I hear he did a few drugs. A lot of coke, I hear, especially when he worked with Smotherman. And the plastic surgery. Again, no big deal. I mean, I’ll have to write about it, but I won’t make him look bad. I promise you.”
“Why the hell would I rely on your promises, Rooney?”
There was a brief silence.
“So that’s a no?” Rooney finally said.
“Yes. That’s a big, fat no.”
“Well, don’t say I didn’t ask.”
“And for the record, Mr. Rooney, let me say this: if you do want to try and write this book, you go ahead and try. I promise you will have so many lawyers crawling up your ass you’ll think they’re breeding up there.”
“Very nice. Very ladylike.”
“Nobody ever mistook me for a lady, Rooney. Now get the hell off my phone. I need to call my lawyer.”
SIX
The call from Rooney stirred Maxine up. She contacted her lawyer, Lester Peltzer, as she said she would, and organized a conference call with several other lawyers in town whom she respected, so that everyone could give her the benefit of their very expensive opinion. Unfortunately, they all agreed on one thing: she didn’t have a hope in hell of stopping Rooney going ahead. When the book was written and being set for publication, that was a different matter, one of the lawyers pointed out. If he wrote something libelous, then they could go after him, and if it was obvious that he’d got access to police files then LAPD Internal Affairs might get riled up and take him to court. But there was no guarantee. The LAPD had a lousy record when it came to policing themselves.