Crime Wave

They checked the medicine chest. They found thirteen pill jars. They read the fill dates on the labels.

Miltown, Amvicel, Thyroid Extract, Modaline, Desoxyn.

Miltown was a trank. Desoxyn was a diet pill/upper. Two fiftypill Desoxyn scripts were refilled last Monday. Forty-eight pills and thirty-three pills were gone. A twenty-five-pill Modaline script was refilled on Tuesday. Eight pills were gone. A fifty-pill Amvicel script was filled on Monday. Six pills were gone. A hundred-pill Desoxyn script was filled on 11/9. The hundred pills were gone.

Chapman called the victim’s parents in Chicago. They took it hard. They said they’d fly out in the morning.

10:30 P.M.:

Division Chief Floyd Rosenberg and Captain Al Etzel arrive. Two photo cops show up. They shoot the pad and the victim’s body. Lieutenant Walsh finds a handwritten note.

For me–

I feel self-conscious about this, like I’m going to have to get approval on it eventually. (Approval it is–or you’re doomed to insignificance). Everything I’ve done, supposedly being myself and with the promise of anonymity, I do for approval . . . knowing. . . “this’ll get ’em.” “They’ll love me for this” and “They’ll say nice things behind my back.”

I guess I’ve been searching for an identity too desperately. . . seized the nearest image; whether David and doing things his way and pointedly not compromising with my traditional way–and using it vs. my parents–snubbing my nose at their way. Always hate to be with them after a lengthy visit with “current” boyfriend and their families– guilt–I guess. Trying to show them I can be something. Always faking it. Never tapping my own resources. Afraid of–what? Me or that there won’t be anything.

I’m no good. I’m not really that pretty. My figure’s fat and will never be the way my mother wants it. I won’t let it be what wants. How stupid. I want to be slim and she loves me and wants me to be slim–intellectualization doesn’t mark.

Why must I be so alone. Have I fallen that short of my ideal? Why does my image of me have to be so aesthetic and perfect? What’s the use of living with nothing to believe in? Have faith in? Where’s the security–or habit or order–oh shit–what good is that going to do? What happens to me– or my Andy? Why doesn’t he want me? Why? There’s no GOD.

There’s nothing only phony motives, selfish egoists, selfless people, fat heads and drunks, and I want

I like President Kennedy, Bertrand Russell, Theodore Reiks, Peter O’Toole, SydneyJ. Harris, Albert Finney.

I just care about now who gives a shit about 10 years from now. (there won’t be any with Andy–maybe that’s it.) If only I had a reason. No one needs me–or cares to need me. They’re right. I’m bored and I’m a doll at first, then a phony and fake. I feel like “they” owe me a life. Like all my failings are their fault. . . . I dare them to make me happy. How immature and childish–I know.

Chapman and Wahlke let the Goddards go home.

The press arrived. They caught the dead-body call off a policeband broadcast. Chapman and Wahlke made them stand in the courtyard. They revealed the victim’s name and ID’d her father. The reporters dispersed and phoned in their stories.

The coroner’s investigator arrived. He removed the victim’s body and took it to the L.A. County Morgue. Dr. Harold Kade performed the autopsy.

Rubberneckers jammed up the courtyard. The victim’s phone rang. Chapman grabbed it.

The caller said his name was Bryan O’Byrne. He said he heard a radio bit on Karyn. He knew Andy Prine. He said he’d try to find him and bring him to the West Hollywood Sheriff’s Station.

Rosenberg, Walsh, and Etzel drove back to Homicide. Chapman and Wahlke locked up the apartment. They drove to the West Hollywood Station.

Three men arrived. They said they heard a radio spot and rushed right down.

Their names:

Robert Hathaway–white male/age 24. William Mamches– white male/age 23. Edward Rubin–white male/age 22.

They knew the victim and Andy Prine. Rubin and Hathaway saw Karyn last Wednesday night. They left her pad at 11:00 P.M.

She fed them coffee and cake. They split after The Danny Kaye Show.