CHAPTER TEN
A corridor forty feet long, both sides lined with benches: scuffed, dusty, just hauled up from some storage hole. Packed: men in plainclothes and uniform, most of them reading-newspapers screaming «Bloody Christmas». Bud thought of him and Stens front page smeared: nailed by the spics and their lawyers. He'd gotten his call to appear at 4:00 A.M., pure I.A. scare tactics. Dick across the hall-back from the dry-out farm, into the jug. Six Internal Affairs interviews apiece-neither of them had snitched. A regular Christmas reunion, the gang's all here-except Ed Exley.
Time dragged, traffic flowed: interrogation room grillings. Elmer Lentz dropped a bomb: the radio said the grand jury requested a presentation-all the officers at Central Station 12/25/5 1 were to stand a show-up tomorrow, prisoners would be there to ID the roughnecks. Chief Parker's door opened; Thad Green stepped outside. 'Officer White, please.'
Bud walked over; Green pointed him in. A small room: Parker's desk, chairs facing it. No wall mementoes, a gray-tinted mirrors-maybe a two-way. The chief behind his desk, in uniform, four gold stars on his shoulders. Dudley Smith in the middle chair; Green back in the chair nearest Parker. Bud took the hot seat-a spot where all three men could see him. Parker said, 'Officer, you know Deputy Chief Green, and I'm sure you know of Lieutenant Smith. The lieutenant has been serving me as an advisor during this crisis we've been having.'
Green lit a cigarette. 'Officer, you're being given a last chance to cooperate. You've been questioned repeatedly by Internal Affairs, and you've repeatedly refused to cooperate. Normally, you would have been suspended from duty. But you're a fine detective, and Chief Parker and I are convinced that your actions at the party were relatively blameless. You were provoked, Officer. You were not wantonly violent like most of the men accused.'
Bud started to talk; Smith cut him off. 'Lad, I'm sure that I speak for Chief Parker in this, so I will take the liberty of stating it without ellipses. It's a danm pity that the six scum who assaulted our brother officers weren't shot on the spot, and the violence visited upon them I deem mild. But, parenthetically, police officers who cannot control their impulses have no business being police officers, and the shenanigans perpetrated by the men outside have made the Los Angeles Police Department a laughingstock. This cannot be tolerated. Heads must roll. We must have cooperative policemen witnesses to offset the damage done to the Department's image-an image that has vastly improved under the leadership of Chief Parker. We have one major policeman witness already, and Deputy D.A. Ellis Loew stands firm in his desire not to prosecute LAPD officers- even if the grand jury hands down true bills. Lad, will you testify? For the Department, not the prosecution.'
Bud checked the mirror-a two-way for sure-make D.A.'s Bureau goons taking notes. 'No, sir. I won't.'
Parker scanned a sheet of paper. 'Officer, you picked a man up by the neck and tried to bash his brains out. That looks very bad, and even though you were verbally provoked, the action stands out more than most of the abuse heaped on the prisoners. That goes against you. But you were heard muttering 'This is a goddamned disgrace' when you left the cellblock, which is in your favor. Now, do you see how appearing as a voluntary witness could offset the disadvantages caused by your. imaginative show of force?'
A snap: Exley's their boy, «he» heard me, locked in the storeroom. 'Sir, I won't testify.'
Parker flushed bright red. Smith said, 'Lad, let's talk turkey. I admire your refusal to betray fellow officers, and I sense that loyalty to your partner is what stands behind it. I admire that especially, and Chief Parker has authorized me to offer you a deal. If you testify as to Dick Stensland's actions and the grand jury hands down a bill against him, Stensland will serve no time in jail if convicted. We have Ellis Loew's word on that. Stensland will be dismissed from the Department without pension, but his pension will be paid to him sub rosa, through monies diverted from the Widows and Orphans Fund. Lad, will you testify?'
But stared at the mirror. 'Sir, I won't testify.'
Thad Green pointed to the door. 'Be at Division 43 grand jury chambers tomorrow at 9:00. Be prepared to stand in a show-up and be called to testify. If you refuse to testify, you'll receive a subpoena and be suspended from duty pending a trial board. Get out of here, White.'
Dudley Smith smiled-very slightly. Bud shot the mirror a stiff middle finger.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Streaks and smudges on the two-way--expressions came off blurred. Thad Green tough to read; Parker simple-he turned ugly colors. Dudley Smith- lexophile with a brogue-too calculated to figure. Bud White too «too» easy: the chief quoted, 'This is a goddamned disgrace'; a big thought balloon popped up: 'Ed Exley is the stool pigeon.' The middle finger salute was just icing.
Ed tapped the speaker; static crackled. The closet was hot- but not stifling like the Central Jail storeroom. He thought of his last two weeks.
He'd played it brass balls with Parker, presenting all three depositions, agreeing to testify as the Department's key witness. Parker considered his assessment of the situation brilliant, the mark of an exemplary officer. He gave the least damaging of the three statements to Ellis Loew and his favorite D.A.'S investigator, a young law school graduate-Bob Gallaudet. The blame was shifted, more than deservedly, to Sergeant Richard Stensland and Officer Wendell White; less deservedly to three men with their pensions already secured. The chief's reward to his exemplary witness: a transfer to a detective squadroom-a huge promotion. With the lieutenant's exam aced, within a year he would stand as Detective Lieutenant E. J. Exley.
Green left the office; Ellis Loew and Gallaudet walked in. Loew and Parker conferred; Gallaudet opened the door. 'Sergeant Vincennes, please'-static out of the speaker.
Trashcan Jack: sleek in a chalk-striped suit. No amenities-he took the middle seat checking his watch. A look passed-Trash, Ellis Loew. Parker eyed the new fish, an easy read-pure contempt. Gallaudet stood by the door, smoking.
Loew said, 'Sergeant, we'll get right to it. You've been very cooperative with l.A., which is to your credit. But nine witnesses have identified you as hitting Juan Carbijal, and four drunk tank prisoners saw you carrying in a case of rum. You see, your notoriety preceded you. Even drunks read the scandal sheets.'
Dudley Smith took over. 'Lad, we need your notoriety. We have a stellar witness who will tell the grand jury that you hit back only after being hit, and since that is probably the truth, further prisoner testimony will vindicate you. But we need you to admit bringing the liquor the men got drunk on. Admit to that interdepartmental infraction and you'll get off with a trial board. Mr. Loew guarantees a quashed criminal indictment should one arise.'
Trashcan kept still. Ed read in: Bud White brought most of the booze, he's afraid to inform on him. Parker said, 'There will have to be a large shake-up within the Department. Testify, and you'll receive a minor trial board, no suspension, no demotion. I'll guarantee you a light slap on the wrist-a transfer to Administrative Vice for a year or so.'
Vincennes to Loew. 'Ellis, have I got any more truck with you on this? You know what working Narco means to me.'
Loew flinched. Parker said, 'None, and there's more. You'll have to stand in the show-up tomorrow, and we want you to testify against Officer Krugman, Sergeant Tucker and Officer Pratt. All three men have already earned their pensions. Our key witness will testify roundly, but you can plead ignorance to questions directed at the other men. Frankly, we must sate the public's clamor for blood by giving up some of our own.'
Dudley Smith: 'I doubt if you've ever drawn a stupid breath, lad. Don't do it now.'
Trashcan Jack: 'I'll do it.'
Smiles all around. Gallaudet said, 'I'll go over your testimony with you, Sergeant. Dining Car lunch on Mr. Loew.' Vincennes stood up; Loew walked him to the door.
Whispers out the speaker: '… and I told Cooley you wouldn't do it again'-'Okay, boss.' Parker nodded at the mirror.
Ed walked in, straight to the hot seat. Smith said, 'Lad, you're very much the man of the hour.'
Parker smiled. 'Ed, I had you watch because your assessment of this situation has been very astute. Any last thoughts before you testify?'
'Sir, am I correct in assuming that whatever criminal bills the grand jury hands down will be stalled or quashed during Mr. Loew's post-indictment process?'
Loew grimaced. He'd hit a nerve-just like his father said he would. 'Sir, am I correct in that?'
Loew, patronizing. 'Have you attended law school, Sergeant?'
'No, sir. I haven't.'
'Then your esteemed father has given you good counsel.'
Voice steady. 'No, sir. He hasn't.'
Smith said, 'Let's assume you're correct. Let's assume that we are bending our efforts toward what all loyal policemen want: no brother officers tried publicly. Assuming that, what do you advise?'
The pitch he'd rehearsed-verbatim. 'The public will demand more than true bills, stalling tactics and dismissed indictments. Interdepartmental trial boards, suspensions and a big transfer shake-up won't be enough. You told Officer White that heads must roll. I agree, and for the sake of the chief's prestige and the prestige of the Department, I think we need criminal convictions and jail sentences.'
'Lad, I am shocked at the relish with which you just said that.' Ed to Parker. 'Sir, you've brought the Department back from Horrall and Worton. Your reputation is exemplary and the Department's has greatly improved. You can assure that it stays that way.'
Loew said, 'Spill it, Exley. Exactly what does our junior officer informant think we should do?'
Ed, eyes on Parker. 'Dismiss the indictments on the men with their twenty in. Publicize the transfer shake-up and give the bulk of the men trial boards and suspensions. Indict Johnny Brownell, tell him to request a no-jury venue and have the judge let him off with a suspended sentence-his brother was one of the officers initially assaulted. And indict, try and convict Dick Stensland and Bud White. Secure them jail time. Boot them off the Department. Stensland's a drunken thug, White almost killed a man and supplied more liquor than Vincennes. Feed them to the goddamn sharks. Protect yourself, protect the Department.'
Silence, stretching. Smith broke it. 'Gentlemen, I think our young sergeant's advice is rash and hypocritical. Stensland has his rough edges, but Wendell White is a valuable officer.'
'Sir, White is a homicidal thug.'
Smith started to speak; Parker raised a hand. 'I think Ed's advice is worth considering. Ace them at the grand jury tomorrow, son. Wear a smart-looking suit and ace them.'
Ed said, 'Yes, sir.' He forced himself not to shout his joy to the rafters.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Spotlights, height strips: Jack at 5'11'; Frank Doherty, Dick Stens, John Brownell the short guys, Wilbert Huff, Bud White topping six. Central Jail punks across the glass, couched with D.A.'s cops taking names.
A speaker squawked, 'Left profile'; six men turned. 'Right profile,' 'Face the wall,' 'Face the mirror'; 'At ease, gentlemen.' Silence; then: 'Fourteen IDs apiece on Doherty, Stensland, Vincennes, White and Brownell, four for Huff. Oh shit, the P.A.'s on!'
Stens cracked up. Frank Doherty said, 'Eat shit, cocksucker.' White stayed expressionless-like he was already at the honor farm protecting Stens from niggers. The speaker: 'Sergeant Vincennes to room 114, Officer White report to Chief Green's office. The rest of you men are dismissed.'
114-the grand jury witness room.
Jack walked ahead, through curtains down to 114. A crowded room: Bloody Christmas plaintiffs, Ed Exley in a too-new suit, loose threads at the sleeves. The Xmas boys sneered; Jack braced Exley. 'You're the key witness?'
