All eyes on Bud White. The zealot: “Okay, Dudley put me on the Cathcart check because he thought I’d screw up. But I checked out Duke’s pad and saw that it was print-wiped, and I figured that somebody had tried on his clothes. The Dudley guys wiped the place, but they didn’t touch the phone books, and I could tell that the San Berdoo printshop listings had been looked over. Now, I got a theory. When I was on the Carthcart check, I met Kathy Janeway at this motel out in the valley. Two days later she’s raped and killed. When I left the motel I thought I was being tailed, but then I forgot about it. I think the tail was Deuce Perkins. I think Dud put a tail on Cathcart’s K.A.’s, just to keep tabs on the investigation, which explains how he’s always known so much about all this stuff that I’ve always kept secret. So Deuce, who’s a rape-o shitbird psycho, sees Kathy and goes for her. Maybe Dudley knew he killed her, maybe he didn’t. Either way he fucking pays.”
Vincennes lit a cigarette, coughed. “We’ve got no evidence, but I’ve got some more stuff to tie in. One, Doc Layman took five .30-30 slugs out of Patchett, and he said they match this gang unsolved in Riverside County. When Davey Goldman was babbling away up in Camarillo, he said something about three triggers. He babbled some other stuff that keeps running through my head, but it doesn’t make any sense. Exley, did you listen to that tape I found at McNeil?”
Ed nodded. “You’re right. Nothing salient at all, just a passing mention of some gang hits.”
White: “There’s been a bunch of mob unsolveds. I know, ’cause a suspect spilled some tangent stuff on them on a Mobster Squad roust. Always three triggers, Cohen franchise holders and upstart hoods clipped. Easy money: Stompanato, Vachss and Teitlebaum keeping things copacetic for Mickey C’s parole. They wanted to keep things chilled for their containment gig and they figured when Mickey got out they’d test the wind and either clip him or use him. My bet’s on clip. They had Cohen and Goldman bushwhacked in prison–a pure cross on Davey. Mickey’s house got bombed and Mickey lived to tell. They’ll clip him before too long and they’ll contain real good, ’cause Dud’s Mr. Mobster Squad and he’s got Parker’s fucking–what’s the word? mandate?–to keep out-of-town muscle out. Do you fucking believe it?”
Trash laughed. “Grand, lad, grand. And all the hits were paving the way for Dud to push Patchett’s heroin. He got the command on the reopening so he could find some new patsies, and he’s set to push the horse. He’s got the smut stashed, and he didn’t warn Patchett about the investigation because he was already planning to kill him. He didn’t touch Lynn Bracken, because he figured Patchett kept her in the dark on all his worst stuff. He let her come in for questioning because he figured she’d stall Exley’s part of the investigation.”
Lynn Bracken.
Ed winced, moved toward the door. “And we still don’t know who made the smut and killed Hudgens. Or the Englekling brothers, which doesn’t look like a pro job. White, you went up to Gaitsville with Dudley, and he submitted a soft-pedal report on–”
“It was another psycho job. Heroin lying around, and the killer just left it. He tortured the brothers with chemicals and burned up a bunch of smut negatives with acid solutions. The lab tech said he thought the killer was trying to ID the people in the pictures. The chemistry stuff made me think Patchett, but then I thought he must’ve already known who the picture people were. I don’t really think their heroin ties to our heroin, the brothers were dope peddlers on and off for years. Chemists and dope peddlers, and if Patchett wanted their dope, he would’ve stolen it. I think the brothers got killed by somebody, I don’t know, outside the center of this mess.”
Trash sighed. “_There’s no evidence_. Patchett and the whole Englekling family are dead, and Dud probably killed Lamar Hinton. You got nothing at the Fleur-de-Lis drop and White’s little grandstand with Stompanato and Teitlebaum means that now Dudley’s been alerted and he’s taking care of _his_ loose ends. I don’t think we’ve got much of a case.”