“I want them dead! I heard the radio! _I want them dead for that!_”
“We can’t do that, because then the other ones who hurt you will go free. We have to do this correctly.”
A hoarse whisper. “Correctly means six white people are more important than a Mexican girl from Boyle Heights. Those animals ripped me up and did their business in my mouth. They stuck guns in me. My family thinks I brought it on myself because I didn’t marry a stupid _cholo_ when I was sixteen. I will tell you nothing, _cabrón_.”
Gallaudet: “Miss Soto, Sergeant Exley saved your life.”
“He ruined my life! Officer White said he cleared the _negritos_ on a murder charge! Officer White’s the hero–he killed the _puto_ who took me up my ass!”
Inez sobbed. Gallaudet gave the cut-off sign. Ed walked down to the gift shop–familiar, his deathwatch. Flowers for 875: fat cheerful bouquets every day.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Bud came on duty early, found a memo on his desk.
4/19/53
Lad–
Paperwork is not your forte, but I need you to run records checks (two) for me. (Dr. Layman has identified the three patron victims.) Use the standard procedure I’ve taught you and first check bulletin 11 on the squadroom board: it updates the overall status of the case and details the duties of the other investigating officers, which will prevent you frow doing gratuitous and extraneous tasks.
1. Susan Nancy Lefferts, W.F., DOB 1/29/22, no criminal record. A San Bernardino native recently arrived in Los Angeles. Worked as a salesgirl at Bullock’s Wilshire (background check assigned to Sgt. Exley).
2. Delbert Melvin Cathcart, a.k.a. “Duke,” W.M., DOB 11/14/14. Two statutory rape convictions, served three years at San Quentin. Three procuring arrests, no convictions. (A tough ID: laundry markings and the body cross-checked against prison measurement charts got us our match.) No known place of employment, last known address 9819 Vendome, Silverlake District.
3. Malcolm Robert Lunceford, a.k.a. “Mal,” W.M., DOB 6/02/12. No last known address, worked as a security guard at the Mighty Man Agency, 1680 North Cahuenga. Former LAPD officer (patrolman), assigned to Hollywood Division throughout most of his eleven-year career. Fired for incompetence 6/5 0. Known to be a late night habitué of the Nite Owl. I’ve checked Lunceford’s personnel file and concluded that the man was a disgraceful police officer (straight “D” fitness reports from every C. O.). You check whatever paperwork exists on him at Hollywood Station (Breuning and Carlisle will be there to shag errands for you).
Summation: I still think the Negroes are our men, but Cathcart’s criminal record and Lunceford’s cxpoliceman status mean that more than cursory background checks should be conducted. I want you as my adjutant on this job, an excellent baptism of fire for you as a straight Homicide detective. Meet me tonight (9:30) at the the Pacific Dining Car. We’ll discuss the job and related matters.
D.S.
Bud checked the main bulletin board. Nite Owl thick: field reports, autopsy reports, summaries. He found bulletin 11, skimmed it.
Six R&I clerks detached to check criminal records and auto registrations; the 77th Street squad shaking down jigtown for the shotguns and Ray Coates’ Mere. Breuning and Carlisle muscling known gun jockeys; the area around the Nite Owl canvassed nine times without turning a single extra eyewitness. The spooks refused to talk to LAPD men, D.A.’s Bureau investigators, Ellis Loew himself. Inez Soto refused to cooperate on clearing up the time frame; Ed Exley blew a questioning session, said they should treat her kid-gloves.
Down the board: Malcolm Lunceford’s LAPD personnel sheets. Bad news–Lunceford as a free-meal scrounger, general incompetent. A putrid arrest record; cited for dereliction of duty three times. An interdepartmental information request issued; four officers who worked with Lunceford responded. Grafter! buffoon: Mal drank on duty, shook down hookers for blowjobs, tried to shake down Hollywood merchants for his off-duty “protection service”–letting him sleep on their premises while he was locked out of his apartment for nonpayment of rent. One complaint too many got Lunceford bounced in June 1950; all four responding officers stated that he probably wasn’t a deliberate Nite Owl victim: as a policeman he habituated all-night coffee shops–usually to scrounge chow; he was probably at the Nite Owl at 3:00 A.M. because he was hooked on sweet Lucy and sleeping in the weeds and the Nite Owl looked cozy and warm.