“In ’40 or ’41.”
“That’s a long time ago. You’re staring at me very acutely, Mr. Upshaw.
Is there a reason for that?”
Danny touched his own lapels, caught what he was doing and stopped. “I usually get at least a ‘my God’ or a twitch when I tell someone that an acquaintance of theirs has been murdered. You didn’t bat an eye.”
“And you find that dismaying?”
“No.”
“Curious?”
“Yes.”
“Am I an actual suspect in these killings?”
“No, you don’t fit my description of the killer.”
“Do you require alibis for me to further assert my innocence?”
Danny snapped that he was being sized up by an expert. “All right. New Year’s Eve and the night of January fourth. Where were you?”
Not a second’s hesitation. “I was here, hosting well-attended parties.
If you require verification, please have Lieutenant Matthews do it for you–we’re old friends.”
Danny saw flashes of his party: black-on-black tangos framed in velvet.
He flinched and stuffed his hands in his pockets; Gordean’s eyes flicked at the show of nerves. Danny said, “Tell me about George Wiltsie.”
Gordean walked to a liquor cabinet, filled two glasses and returned with them. Danny smelled the good stuff and jammed his hands down deeper so he wouldn’t grab. “Tell me about George Wilt–”
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Ellroy, James – Big Nowhere, The enticing. I paid him to attend my parties, dress well and act civilized. He made liaisons here, and I received fees from those men. I imagine that Duane Lindenaur was his lover. That’s all I know about George Wiltsie.”
Danny took the glass Gordean was offering–something to do with his hands. “Who did you fix Wiltsie up with?”
“I don’t recall.”
“You _what_?”
“I host parties, guests come and meet the young men I provide, money is discreetly sent to me. Many of my clients are married men with families, and keeping a blank memory is an extra service I provide them.”
The glass was shaking in Danny’s hand. “Do you expect me to believe that?”
Gordean sipped brandy. “No, but I expect you to accept that answer as all you are going to get.”
“I want to see the books for your service, and I want to see a client list.”
“No. I write nothing down. It might be considered pandering, you see.”
“Then name names.”
“No, and don’t ask again.”
Danny forced himself to barely touch his lips to the glass; barely taste the brandy. He swirled the liquid and sniffed it, two fingers circling the stem–and stopped when he saw he was imitating Gordean. “Mr. Gor–”
“Mr. Upshaw, we’ve reached an impasse. So let me suggest a compromise.
You said that I don’t fit your killer’s description. Very well, describe your killer to me, and I will try to recall if George Wiltsie went with a man like that. If he did, I will forward the information to Lieutenant Matthews, and he can do with it what he likes. Will that satisfy you?”
Danny bolted his drink–thirty-dollar private stock guzzled. The brandy burned going down; the fire put a rasp on his voice. “I’ve got the LAPD with me on this case, and the DA’s Bureau. They might not like you hiding behind a crooked Vice cop.”
Gordean smiled–very slightly. “I won’t tell Lieutenant Matthews you said that, nor will I tell Al Dietrich the next time I send him and Sheriff Biscailuz passes to play golf at my club. And I have good friends with both the LAPD and the Bureau. Another drink, Mr. Upshaw?”
Danny counted to himself–one, two, three, four–the kibosh on a hothead play. Gordean took his glass, moved to the bar, poured a refill and came back wearing a new smile–older brother looking to put younger brother at ease. “You know the game, Deputy. For God’s sake quit coming on like an indignant boy scout.”
Danny ignored the brandy and sighted in on Gordean’s eyes for signs of fear. “White, forty-five to fifty, slender. Over six feet tall, with an impressive head of silver hair.”
No fear; a thoughtful scrunching up of the forehead. Gordean said, “I recall a tall, dark-haired man from the Mexican Consulate going with George, but he was fiftyish during the war. I remember several rather rotund men finding George attractive, and I know that he went regularly with a very tall man with red hair. Does that help you?”