Ed said, “Don’t get ahead of yourself. Where did Marsalas and Mertens find the posers?”
Timmy hugged his pictures. “Fleur-de-Lis. Marsalas had used the service for years. He’d buy call girls when he was flush, and he knew lots of Pierce’s old string of girls and lots of . . . sexually adventurous people that the girls told him about. He found out that a lot of Fleur-de-Lis customers had a bent for specialty smut, and he talked some of Pierce’s old girls into letting him voyeur their sex parties. Jerry took pictures, David took pictures, and Jerry escalated David’s drug intake and made him do pasteup work. The ink blood was all David’s idea. Jerry hired some studio art director to make finished books out of the pictures and took them to Pierce. Do you follow? I don’t know what _you_ know.”
Ed got out his notebook. “Miller Stanton told us some background things. Patchett and Dieterling were partners at the time of the Atherton killings, and you know I make Mertens for them. Just keep going. If I need something clarified, I’ll tell you.”
Timmy said, “All right then. If you don’t know it, the ink pictures were similar to the woundings on the Atherton victims. Pierce didn’t know it when he saw the books, I guess only policemen saw the evidence photos. He also didn’t know that David Mertens was the Wennerholm killer’s new identity, so when Marsalas hatched this plan to sell the books and went to Pierce for financing, he just thought it was dirty books that compromised his prostitutes and their customers. He turned Marsalas down on his offer, but he did buy some of the books to sell through Fleur-de-Lis. Then Marsalas went to this man Duke Cathcart, and he went to these people the Englekling brothers. Ed, your Mr. Fisk hinted that all this has to do with the Nite Owl case, but I don’t–”
“I’ll tell you later. You’re talking about early ’53, and I’m following you so far. Just keep telling it in order.”
Timmy laid his pictures down. “Then Patchett went to Sid Hudgens. He and Hudgens were going to be partners in some extortion thing that I don’t know anything about, and Pierce told Hudgens about Marsalas and his smut. He’d had Marsalas checked out, and he knew he was a regular on the _Badge of Honor_ set, which interested Hudgens, because he had always wanted to do an exposé on the show for _Hush-Hush_. Pierce gave Hudgens a few of the books he’d held back from Fleur-de-Lis, and Hudgens approached Marsalas. He demanded information on the show’s stars and threatened Jerry with exposure of his smut dealings if he didn’t cooperate. Jerry gave him some tame stuff on Max Pelts, and a little while later it appeared in print. Then Hudgens was murdered, and of course it was Jerry who put David up to it. He lowered his drug dosage and drove him insane. David reverted to his old . . . to the way he killed the children. Marsalas did it because he was afraid Hudgens would keep trying to extort him. He went with David, and he stole Hudgens’ _Badge of Honor_ files from his house, including an incomplete file Hudgens had on him and David. I don’t think he knew that Pierce already had carbons of the files he and Hudgens were going to use for their blackmail thing, or that Pierce knew the bank where Hudgens kept his original files stashed.”
Three key questions coming up; more corroboration first. “Timmy, when Vincennes questioned you five years ago, you acted suspiciously. Did you know back then that Mertens made the smut?”
“Yes, but I didn’t know who David _was_. All I knew was that Billy kept an eye on him, so I kept quiet to Jack.”
Question number one. “How do you know all this? Everything you’ve told me.”
Timmy’s eyes glazed fresh. “I found out tonight. After the hotel, Billy wanted that awful policeman’s hints about Johnny Stompanato explained. Billy’s known most of the story for years, but he wanted to know the rest. We went to Raymond’s house in Laguna. Raymond knew about the more recent things from Pierce, and he told Billy the whole story. I just listened.”