He called up the H document and located Willy Hoffritz. In the C file, he found Ernest Andrew Cooper, the millionaire businessman whose mangled body had been in that Studio City house last night, with McCaffrey and Hoffritz. Dan called up the R file. Ned Rink was there.
He had discovered a cord that tied all four victims together: an interest in the occult and, more specifically, patronage of the late Joseph Scaldone’s bizarre little shop. He checked under U. There was an address in Ojai and a telephone number for Albert Uhlander, the author of those quirky volumes about the occult, which someone had attempted to remove from Ned Rink’s house and which now were safely stored in the trunk of the department sedan that Dan was using.
Who else?
He pondered that question, then called up the S file and searched for Regine Savannah. She was the young woman who had been under Hoffritz’s total control and whose beating had resulted in the psychologist’s removal from the UCLA faculty four years ago. She wasn’t one of Scaldone’s customers.
The G file. Just in case. But he could find no listing for Irmatrude Gelkenshettle.
He hadn’t actually expected to find her there. He was slightly ashamed of himself for even checking on it. But it was the nature of a homicide detective to trust no one.
Calling up the O file, he searched for Mary Katherine O’Hara of Burbank, the secretary of Freedom Now, the organization which Cooper and Hoffritz served as president and treasurer, respectively.
Apparently, Mary O’Hara didn’t share her fellow officers’ enthusiasm for occult literature and paraphernalia.
Dan couldn’t think of any more names to look for, but there would most likely be others of interest when he read through the entire mailing list. He ordered a printout.
The laser printer produced the first page in seconds. Dan snatched the sheet of paper from the tray and read it while the machine continued to print. There were twenty names and addresses, two columns of ten each. He didn’t recognize anybody in that first section of the list.
He picked up the second page, and toward the bottom of the second column, he saw a name that was not merely familiar but startling. Palmer Boothe.
Owner of the Los Angeles Journal, heir to a huge fortune, but also one of the shrewdest businessmen in the country, Palmer Boothe had vastly increased the wealth that he had inherited. He kept his hands in not only the newspaper and magazine business but also in real estate, banking, motionpicture production, transportation, a variety of high-technology industries, broadcasting, agriculture, thoroughbred horse breeding, and probably anything else that made money. He was widely and well regarded, a political power broker, a philanthropist who annually earned the gratitude of a score of charities, a man known for his hardheaded pragmatism.
Yeah? How did hardheaded pragmatism coexist with a belief in the occult? Why would a canny businessman, with an appreciation for the no-nonsense rules and methods and laws of capitalism, patronize a strange place like the Sign of the Pentagram?
Curious.
Of course there was virtually no chance whatsoever that Palmer Boothe was involved with men like McCaffrey, Hoffritz, and Rink. The appearance of his name on Scaldone’s mailing list did not link him to the McCaffrey case. Not everyone who bought from the Sign of the Pentagram was involved in that conspiracy.
Nevertheless, Dan opened Scaldone’s personal address book — the item that had precipitated the confrontation with Mondale — and paged to the B listings, to see if Palmer Boothe was more than merely one of Scaldone’s customers. The businessman’s name wasn’t there. Which probably meant that his sole contact with Joseph Scaldone was as an occasional purchaser of occult books and other items.
Dan reached to an inside coat pocket and withdrew Dylan McCaffrey’s address book. Boothe’s name wasn’t in that one, either.
Dead end.
He had known that it would be.
As an afterthought, he checked McCaffrey’s book for Albert Uhlander. The author was there: the same address and phone number in Ojai.
He looked in Scaldone’s book again. Uhlander was also listed there. The writer was evidently more than just another customer of the Sign of the Pentagram. He was an integral part of whatever project McCaffrey and Hoffritz had been engaged upon.