American Tabloid - James Ellroy [10]
A chronology followed.
Early ’57: the Committee targets Teamster president Dave Beck. Beck testifies five times; Bobby Kennedy’s relentless goading breaks the man. A Seattle grand jury indicts him for larceny and income tax evasion.
Spring ’57: Jimmy Hoffa assumes complete control of the Teamsters.
August ’57: Hoffa vows to rid his union of gangster influence—a large lie.
September ’57: Hoffa goes to trial in Detroit. The charge: tapping the phones of Teamster subordinates. A hung jury—Hoffa escapes sentencing.
October ’57: Hoffa is elected International Teamster president. A persistent rumor: 70% of his delegates were illegally selected.
July ’58: the Committee begins to investigate direct links between the Teamsters and organized crime. Closely scrutinized: the November ’57 Apalachin Conclave.
Fifty-nine high-ranking mobsters meet at the upstate New York home of a “civilian” friend. A state trooper named Edgar Croswell runs their license plates. A raid ensues—and Mr. Hoover’s longstanding “there is no Mafia” stance becomes untenable.
July ’58: Bobby Kennedy proves that Hoffa resolves strikes through management bribes—this practice dating back to ’49.
August ’58: Hoffa appears before the Committee. Bobby Kennedy goes at him—and traps him in numerous lies.
The notes concluded.
The Committee was currently probing Hoffa’s Sun Valley resort outside Lake Weir, Florida. Bobby Kennedy subpoenaed the Central States Pension Fund books and saw that three million dollars went into the project—much more than reasonable building costs. Kennedy’s theory: Hoffa skimmed at least a million dollars off the top and was selling his union brothers defective prefab material and alligator-infested swampland.
Ergo: felony land fraud.
A closing addendum:
“Hoffa has a Sun Valley front man: Anton William Gretzler, 46, a Florida resident with three previous bunco convictions. Gretzler was subpoenaed 10/29/58, but now appears to be missing.”
Kemper checked the Hoffa “Known Associates” list. One mame sizzled:
Pete Bondurant, W.M., 6′5″, 230, DOB 7/16/20, Montreal, Canada.
No criminal convictions. Licensed private investigator/former Los Angeles County deputy sheriff.
Big Pete: shakedown man and Howard Hughes’ pet goon. He and Ward Littell arrested him once—he beat a Sheriff’s inmate to death. Littell’s comment: “Perhaps the most fearsome and competent rogue cop of our era.”
Kemper poured a fresh drink and let his mind drift. The impersonation took shape: heroic aristocrats form a common bond.
He liked women, and cheated on his wife throughout their marriage. Jack Kennedy liked women—and held his marriage vows expedient and whimsical. Bobby liked his wife and kept her pregnant—insider talk tagged him faithful.
Yale for him; Harvard for the Kennedys. Filthy-rich Irish Catholics; filthy-rich Tennessee Anglicans gone bankrupt. Their family was large and photogenic; his family was broke and dead. Someday he might tell Jack and Bobby how his father shot himself and took a month to die.
Southerners and Boston Irish: both afflicted with incongruous accents. He’d resurrect the drawl it took so long to lose.
Kemper prowled his clothes closet. Impersonation details clicked in.
The charcoal worsted for the interview. A holstered .38 to impress tough guy Bobby. No Yale cuff links—Bobby might possess a proletarian streak.
His closet was twelve feet deep. The back wall was offset by framed photographs.
His ex-wife, Katherine—the best-looking woman who ever breathed. They debuted at the Nashville Cotillion—a society scribe called them “southern grace personified.” He married her for sex and her father’s money. She divorced him when the Boyd fortune evaporated and Hoover addressed his law school class and personally invited him to join the FBI.
Katherine, in November 1940:
“You watch out for that prissy little fussbudget, do you hear me, Kemper? I think he has carnal designs on you.”
She didn’t know that Mr. Hoover