The phone rang–Jack grabbed it. “Exley?”
“Yes, and you’re officially detached. White talked to Lynn Bracken. She’s agreed to be pentothaled, and I want you to bring her in. She’ll be waiting at that Chinese restaurant across from the Bureau in an hour. Meet her there and bring her up to I.A., and if she’s got a lawyer get rid of him.”
“Look, I saw something I think you should see.”
“Just bring me the woman.”
o o o
The woman five years post-file burning–Lynn Bracken sipping tea at Al Wong’s. Jack watched her through the window.
Still a showstopper. A brunette now, a thirty-fivish beauty drawing stares. She saw him. Jack got flutters: his file.
She walked out. Jack said, “I didn’t want this to happen.”
“You let it. And aren’t you afraid of what I know about you?” Something skewed: she was too calm five minutes from a bracing. “I’ve got this scary captain looking after me. If it came out, I’m betting he’d kibosh it.”
“Don’t make any bets you can’t cover. And I’m only doing this because Bud told me he’d get hurt if I didn’t.”
“What else did Bud tell you?”
“Bad things about your scary captain. Can we go now? I want to get this over with.”
They walked across the street, up the back Bureau stairs. Fisk met them outside I.A., steered them to Exley’s office. A scary set-up: scary Captain Ed. Ray Pinker, a desk covered with medical stuff–vials, syringes. A polygraph machine–backup if the truth juice failed.
Pinker filled a hypo. Exley pointed Lynn to a chair. “Please, Miss Bracken.”
Lynn sat down. Pinker swabbed her left arm, fitted a tourniquet. Exley, all business. “I don’t know what Bud White told you, but essentially this is an investigation involving several interrelated criminal conspiracies. If you provide us with viable information we’re prepared to grant you immunity on any possible criminal charges you might accrue.”
Lynn made a fist. “I can’t very well lie. Can we get this over with, please?”
Pinker took her arm, injected her. Exley punched a tape machine. Lynn went dreamy-eyed–not quite pentothal gaga. Exley talked into a hand mike. “Witness Lynn Bracken, March 22, 1958. Miss Bracken, please count backward from one hundred.”
Slurs right off. “Hundred, ninety-nine, ninety-eight, ninetysev, nine-six . .
Pinker checked her eyes, nodded. Jack grabbed a chair. Still too calm–he could taste it.
Exley coughed. “3/22/58, present with the witness are myself, Sergeant Duane Fisk, Sergeant John Vincennes and forensic chemist Ray Pinker. Duane, transcribe in shorthand.”
Fisk grabbed a notepad. Exley said, “Miss Bracken, how old are you?”
A slight slur. “Thirty-four.”
“And your occupation?”
“Businesswoman.”
“Do you own Veronica’s Dress Shop in Santa Monica?”
“Yes.”
“Why did you choose the name ‘Veronica’s’?”
“A personal joke.”
“Please elaborate.”
“It’s a name from my old life.”
“How specifically?”
A dreamy smile. “I used to be a prostitute made up to resemble Veronica Lake.”
“Who convinced you to do that?”
“Pierce Patchett.”
“I see. Did Pierce Patchett kill a man named Sid Hudgens in April 1953?”
“No. I mean I don’t know. Why would he?”
“Do you know who Sid Hudgens was?”
“Yes. A scandal-sheet writer.”
“Did Patchett know Hudgens?”
“No. I mean if he did know him, he would have told me, a famous man like that.”
A lie–she couldn’t be full on the juice. She had to know he knew she was lying–she was thinking he’d cover her to protect himself.
Exley: “Miss Bracken, do you know who killed a girl named Kathy Janeway in the spring of 1953?”
“No.”
“Do you know a man named Lamar Hinton?”
“Yes.”
“Please elaborate.”
“He worked for Pierce.”
“In what capacity?”
“As a driver.”
“And when was this?”
“Several years ago.”
“Do you know where Hinton is now?”
“No.”
“Elaborate on your answer, please.”
“No, he went away, I don’t know where he went.”
“Did Hinton attempt to kill Sergeant Jack Vincennes in April 1953?”
“No.”
She told him no back then.
“Who did try to kill him?”
“I don’t know.”
“Who else worked or works as a driver for Patchett?” “Chester Yorkin.”
“Please elaborate.”
“Chet, Chester Yorkin, he lives in Long Beach somewhere.”
“Does Pierce Patchett suborn women into prostitution?”