that I've always kept secret. So Deuce, who's a rape-o shitbird psycho, sees Kathy and goes for her. Maybe Dudley knew he killed her, maybe he didn't. Either way he fucking pays.'
Vincennes lit a cigarette, coughed. 'We've got no evidence, but I've got some more stuff to tie in. One, Doc Layman took five .30-30 slugs out of Patchett, and he said they match this gang unsolved in Riverside County. When Davey Goldman was babbling away up in Camarillo, he said something about three triggers. He babbled some other stuff that keeps running through my head, but it doesn't make any sense. Exley, did you listen to that tape I found at McNeil?'
Ed nodded. 'You're right. Nothing salient at all, just a passing mention of some gang hits.'
White: 'There's been a bunch of mob unsolveds. I know, 'cause a suspect spilled some tangent stuff on them on a Mobster Squad roust. Always three triggers, Cohen franchise holders and upstart hoods clipped. Easy money: Stompanato, Vachss and Teitlebaum keeping things copacetic for Mickey C's parole. They wanted to keep things chilled for their containment gig and they figured when Mickey got out they'd test the wind and either clip him or use him. My bet's on clip. They had Cohen and Goldman bushwhacked in prison--a pure cross on Davey. Mickey's house got bombed and Mickey lived to tell. They'll clip him before too long and they'll contain real good, 'cause Dud's Mr. Mobster Squad and he's got Parker's fucking--what's the word? mandate?--to keep out-of-town muscle out. Do you fucking believe it?'
Trash laughed. 'Grand, lad, grand. And all the hits were paving the way for Dud to push Patchett's heroin. He got the command on the reopening so he could find some new patsies, and he's set to push the horse. He's got the smut stashed, and he didn't warn Patchett about the investigation because he was already planning to kill him. He didn't touch Lynn Bracken, because he figured Patchett kept her in the dark on all his worst stuff. He let her come in for questioning because he figured she'd stall Exley's part of the investigation.'
Lynn Bracken.
Ed winced, moved toward the door. 'And we still don't know who made the smut and killed Hudgens. Or the Englekling brothers, which doesn't look like a pro job. White, you went up to Gaitsville with Dudley, and he submitted a soft-pedal report on--'
'It was another psycho job. Heroin lying around, and the killer just left it. He tortured the brothers with chemicals and burned up a bunch of smut negatives with acid solutions. The lab tech said he thought the killer was trying to ID the people in the pictures. The chemistry stuff made me think Patchett, but then I thought he must've already known who the picture people were. I don't really think their heroin ties to our heroin, the brothers were dope peddlers on and off for years. Chemists and dope peddlers, and if Patchett wanted their dope, he would've stolen it. I think the brothers got killed by somebody, I don't know, outside the center of this mess.'
Trash sighed. '_There's no evidence_. Patchett and the whole Englekling family are dead, and Dud probably killed Lamar Hinton. You got nothing at the Fleur-de-Lis drop and White's little grandstand with Stompanato and Teitlebaum means that now Dudley's been alerted and he's taking care of _his_ loose ends. I don't think we've got much of a case.'
Ed thought it through. 'Chester Yorkin told me Patchett had a booby-trapped safe outside his house. The house is being guarded now, the West L.A. squad has a team on it. In a day or so, I'll go lift the guards. There might be something in that safe that nails Dudley.'
White said, 'So right now, what? No evidence, and Stompanato's leaving for Acapulco today with Lana Turner. What now?'
Ed opened the door--Fisk was outside drinking coffee. 'Duane, get back in touch with Valburn, Stanton, Billy Dieterling and Pelts. Change the meeting to the downtown Statler at 8:00. Call the hotel and set up three suites and call Bob Gallaudet and tell him to call me here--tell him it's urgent.'
Fisk went for a phone. Vincennes said, 'You're hitting the Hudgens end.'
Ed turned away from White. '_Think_. Dudley's a policeman. We need evidence, and we may get it tonight.'
'I'll take Stanton. We used to be friends.'
Line it--a Dieterling kid star, Preston Exley. 'No . . . I mean are you up to it?'
'It's my case too, Captain. I've come this far, and I went up against Patchett for you and damn near got killed.'
Weigh the risk. 'All right, you take Stanton.'
Trash rubbed his face--pale, stubbled. 'Did I . . . I mean when Karen was here and I was unconscious . . . did I . .
'She doesn't know anything you don't want her to. Now go home, I want to talk to White.'
Vincennes walked out--ten years older in a day. White said, 'The Hudgens end is bullshit. It's all Dudley now.'
'No. First we buy some time.'
'Protecting Daddy? Jesus, and I thought I was dumb on women.'
'_Just think_. Think what Dudley is and what taking him down means. Think, and I'll make you a deal.'
'I told you _never_.'
'You'll like this one. You keep quiet about my father and the Atherton case and I'll let you have Dudley and Perkins.'
White laughed. 'The collars? I got them anyway.'
'No. I'll let you kill them.'
CHAPTER SEVENTY
Exley's rule rankled: no hitting, Billy and Timmy were too upscale to take muscle. Hotel good guy/bad guy rankled--they should be muscling Dudley at the Victory. Bob Gallaudet took Max Pelts; Trashcan was grilling Miller Stanton. Gallaudet got briefed by Exley--everything but the Atherton angle. He thought he could prosecute Dudley Smith, Exley didn't tell him Dud and Deuce Perkins were paid for. Fucking Exley wouldn't let him out of his sight--he took him through every piece of the case step by step, like they were partners who could trust each other. The case all put together was amazing, Exley had an amazing fucking brain--but he was stupid if he didn't know one thing: after Dudley and Deuce, Preston E. was next. Easy: Dick Stens wouldn't have it otherwise.
Bud watched--a crack in the bathroom doorway.
The queers sat side by side; Mr. Good Guy pussyfooted. Yes, they bought Fleur-de-Lis dope; yes, they knew Pierce Patchett 'socially.' Yes, Pierce snorted 'H,' we heard rumors he sold pornographic books--but we never indulged in such things. Kid gloves: the fruits thought the Patchett snuff was why they got the royal hotel treatment. Captain Exley would never be nasty-- Preston Exley was running for governor, Ray Dieterling throwing hot financial backup.
Exley, loud. 'Gentlemen, there's an old homicide that might tie in to the Patchett killing.'
Bud walked in. Exley said, 'This is Sergeant White. He has a few questions for you, then I think we can wrap it up.'
Timmy Valburn sighed. 'Well, I'm not surprised. Miller Stanton and Max Pelts are down the hall, and the last time the police questioned all of us was when that awful man Sid Hudgens was killed. So _I'm_ not surprised.'
Bud pulled a chair up. 'Why'd you say 'awful'? You kill him?'
'Oh, Sergeant _really_. Do I look like the killer type to you?'
'Yeah, you do. Guy who makes his living playing a mouse has gotta be capable of anything.'
'Sergeant, _really_.'
'Besides, _you_ weren't called in on the Hudgens job. Billy tell you about it? A little pillow talk, maybe?'
Billy Dieterling to Exley. 'Captain, I don't like this man's tone.'
Exley said, 'Sergeant, keep it clean.'
Bud laughed. 'That's the pot calling the kettle black, but screw it. You guys alibied each other for Hudgens, now it's five years later and you alibi each other up for Patchett. Hinky to me. My take on fruits is that they can't stick to the same bed for five minutes, let alone five years.'
Valburn: 'You're an animal.'
Bud pulled out a file sheet. 'Alibis on the Hudgens case. You and Billy in bed together, Max Pelts porking some teenage quiff. Miller Stanton at a party where your queer buddy Brett Chase also happens to be. So far, we got a real all-American crew on _Badge of Honor_. David Mertens the set man, he's at home with his male nurse, so maybe he's fruit, too. What I want--'
