Jack found a spot above the pool house–a little rise with a view. Two celebrants stuck out: Karen, Exley. Give him credit: he seized the opportunity, made the Department look bold. He wouldn’t have had the stomach for it–or the rage.
Exley. White. Himself
Jack counted secrets: his own, whatever lived at that edge where pornography touched a dead scandal monger and lightly brushed the Nite Owl Massacre. He thought of Bud White, Ed Exley. He sent up a wedding day prayer: the Nite Owl dead and buried, safe passage for ruthless men in love.
CALENDAR
1954
EXTRACT: L.A. _Herald-Express_, June 16:
EX-POLICEMAN ARRESTED
FOR MURDEROUS
ROBBERY SPREE
Richard Alex Stensland, 40, former Los Angeles police detective and a defendant in the 1951 “Bloody Christmas” police scandal, was arrested early this morning and charged with six counts of armed robbery and two counts of first-degree murder. Arrested with him at his hideout in Pacoima were Dennis “The Weasel” Burns, 43, and Lester John Miciak, 37. The other men were charged with four armed-robbery counts and two counts of first-degree murder.
The arrest raid was led by Captain Edmund J. Exley, divisional floating commander for the Los Angeles Police Department, currently assigned to head up the LAPD’s Robbery Division. Assisting Captain Exley were Sergeants Duane Fisk and Donald Kleckner. Exley, whose testimony in the Bloody Christmas scandal sent Stensland to jail in 1952, told reporters: “Eyewitnesses identified photographs of the three men. We have conclusive proof that these men are responsible for stickups at six central Los Angeles liquor stores, including the robbery of Sol’s Liquors in the Silverlake District on June 9. The proprietor of that store and his son were shot and killed during that robbery and eyewitnesses place both Stensland and Burns at the scene. Intensive questioning of the suspects will begin soon, and we expect to clear up many other unsolved robberies.”
Stensland, Burns and Miciak offered no resistance during their arrest. They were taken to the Hall of Justice Jail, where Stensland was restrained from attacking Captain Exley.
BANNER: L.A. _Mirror-News_, June 21:
STENSLAND CONFESSES, DESCRIBES
REIGN OF ROBBERY TERROR
BANNER: L.A. _Herald-Express_, September 23:
LIQUOR STORE KILLERS CONVICTED;
DEATH PENALTY FOR EX-POLICEMAN
EXTRACT: L.A. _Times_, November 11:
STENSLAND DIES FOR LIQUOR STORE
KILLINGS–GUNMAN FORMER POLICEMAN
At 10:03 yesterday morning, Richard Stensland, 41 and a former Los Angeles police officer, died in the gas chamber at San Quentin Prison for the June 9 murders of Solomon and David Abramowitz. The killings took place during a liquor store holdup. Stensland was convicted and sentenced on September 22 and refused to appeal his sentence.
The execution went off smoothly, although Stensland appeared inebriated. Present among the press and prison officials were two LAPD detectives: Captain Edmund J. Exley, the man responsible for Stensland’s capture, and Officer Wendell White, the condemned killer’s former partner. Officer White visited Stensland in his death row cell on execution eve and stayed through the night with him. Assistant Warden B. D. Terwilliger denied that Officer White supplied Stensland with intoxicating liquor and denied that White viewed the execution while drunk himseW. Stensland verbally abused the prison chaplain who was present and his last words were obscenities directed at Captain Exley.
1955
_Hush-Hush_ Magazine, May 1955 Issue:
WHO KILLED SID HUDGENS?
Justice in the City of the Fallen Angels reminds us of a line from that sin-sational sepia show _Porgy and Bess_. Like “a man,” it’s “a sometime thing.” As in for instance: if you’re a well-connected contributor to demon D.A. Ellis Loew’s slush fund and you get murdered–killer beware!! !–L.A. Chief of Police William H. Parker will spare no expense unearthing the fiend who put you on the night train to the Big Adios. But if you’re a crusading journalist writing for this magazine and you get chopped into Ken-L Ration in your own living room–killer rejoice!! !–Chief Parker and his moralistic, misanthropic, mindless mongolians will sit on their hands (well worn from palming payoffs) and whistle “justice is a sometime thing” while the killer whistles Dixie.
It has now been two years since Sid Hudgens was fatally slashed in his Chapman Park living room. Two years ago the LAPD had its (sticky, graft-ridden) hands full with the infamous Nite Owl murder case, which was resolved when one of their members took the law into his own (overweeningly ambitious, opportunistic) hands and shotgunned the shotgunners to the Big Au Revoir. Sid Hudgens’ murder was assigned to two flunky detectives with a total of zero “made” homicide cases between them. They, of course, did not fmd the killer or killers, spent most of their days here at the _Hush-Hush_ office reading back issues for clues, scarfing coffee and doughnuts and ogling the comely editorial assistants who flock to _Hush-Hush_ because we know where the bodies are buried . . .