Time passed.
Reynolds, convinced by Claire and Lesnick, broke off the liaison with Coleman. Coleman resented his sex power being usurped and started hating Daddy outright. The boys convicted of the Sleepy Lagoon killing were exonerated and released from prison–the SLDC largely responsible for securing the piece of justice. Claire and Coleman continued to talk, but now sporadically. Coleman copped Southside heroin for her to dally with; Claire was more disturbed than pleased by the gesture, but she did give Coleman a two-thousand-dollar loan he asked for. He used the money to buy himself a second Terry Lux surgery, the doctor going at his face with weighted boxing gloves, then holing him up at the hatchery with morphine and syringes to keep himself painless. Coleman read anatomy and physiology texts there; he left the clinic, kicked the drug cold turkey and showed up at Claire’s door black and blue, but not looking like his father. When he asked Claire to sleep with him, she ran away in horror.
1945.
Coleman moved out of Los Angeles, Claire’s revulsion a hot wind at his back. He bummed around the country and played alto with pickup bands, taking Hudson Healy’s surname. In ’47, Reynolds Loftis went before HUAC, refused to inform and was blacklisted; Coleman read about it and was delighted. Coleman was living in a world of impacted rage: fantasies of hurting his father, possessing Claire, raping men who looked at him the wrong way and eating their flesh with the wolverine teeth he still carried everywhere. Composing music and playing it was the only thing holding him glued. Then, back in LA at the end of ’49, he read that Daddy and Claire were getting married. His threadbare, jerry-built world crashed in.
Coleman’s fantasies escalated to where he couldn’t even think of music.
He knew he had to act on the fantasies and build a purpose around them, clear and precise like what his music meant to him. He found out about Reynolds’ UAES
membership and learned when the union held its Executive Committee meetings. He decided to kill sex partners of his father’s–ones he remembered from the time of Daddy’s breakup with Chaz. Coleman recalled George Wiltsie and Latin lover Augie by face and name, but they would never be able to identify him: at the time he was protectively colored as a lowly kid brother. He remembered other Reynolds conquests strictly by face, but knew the bars they frequented. Finding victims would be easy, the rest of it more difficult.
The plan:
Kill the Reynolds lovers on UAES meeting nights, disguised as Reynolds, spreading Reynolds’ identical O+ seed, dropping clues to point to Reynolds as the killer, forcing him to–at worst–be implicated in the murders, or–milder punishment–cough up his treasonous UAES meetings as alibis. Daddy could be convicted of the crimes; he could be a suspect and have to admit his homosexuality to the police; he might get smeared in the press, and if he used his precious union soirees as alibis, he might ruin his newly resurrected movie career on grounds of Pinko associations.
Coleman knew he needed money to finance his killing spree, and he was only making chump change gigging on Central Avenue. On Christmas Eve he ran into his old pal Marty Goines at Bido Lito’s. Marty was surprised–and happy–it was the first time he’d seen Coleman post-bandages, years had gone by, the boy had become a man with a new face–and was not a bad alto. Coleman suggested they Side 193
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Coleman went to his room and got the Reynolds gray wig and makeup kit he’d brought. He fashioned a zoot stick from a plank he found in the garbage and a Gillette five-pack. He snapped that UAES was holding a party/meeting that night, copped four H bindles and a hypo from his old source Roland Navarette, pegged an unlocked Buick on 67th as his wheels, played his last gig at the Zombie, walked into the men’s can at the Texaco Station on 68th as Coleman, walked out as Daddy.