The Cold Six Thousand - James Ellroy [52]
“No, but the Nevada Gaming Commission does.”
Wayne yawned. “If you’ve got something more interesting, I’ll bite.”
Fritsch straddled a chair. “I want some fresh leads on the Control Board and Liquor Board men. Everyone but the Sheriff and DA. Submit a report to me before you update your file.”
Wayne said, “Why now? I update my files in the summer.”
Fritsch pulled a match. His hand jumped. He missed the book. He broke the matchhead.
“Because I told you to. That’s all the justifying you get.”
“What kind of leads?”
“Anything derogatory. Come on, you’ve been there. You hold surveillance and see who gets naughty.”
Wayne rocked his chair. “I’ll finish my work and get on it.”
“You’ll get on it now.”
“Why ‘now’?”
Fritsch pulled a match. His hand jumped. He missed the book wide.
“Because you blew your extradition job. Because a cop went off without you and got himself killed. Because you fucked up relations between us and Dallas PD, and because I am determined to get some value out of you before you make more rank and move out of my unit.”
“Value” tore it—fuck him sideways.
Wayne pulled his chair up. Wayne leaned in close. Wayne bumped Fritsch’s knees hard.
“Do you think I’d kill a man for six thousand dollars and a few pats on the back? For the record, I didn’t want to kill him, I couldn’t have killed him, I wouldn’t have killed him, and that’s the best value you’ll ever get out of me.”
Fritsch blinked. His hands jumped. He popped big spitballs.
It played wrong. Logic 101—E follows D.
Pete wants the files. Pete knows the fail-safe procedure. One cop holds the files. Said cop probes alleged misconduct. Said cop informs the Gaming Commission.
The procedure restricts data. The procedure hinders corrupt cops. The procedure curtails corrupt PDs.
Honest cops rigged the plan—one cop/one file set. Intel cops found protégés. Intel cops passed the job on. The last intel cop died on duty. Wayne Senior pulled strings. Wayne Senior got Wayne the job.
E follows D. Pete’s mobbed up. Buddy Fritsch ditto. Buddy knows the files hold old data. The last misconduct charge was filed in 1960.
Pete wants new dirt. Pete wants hot dirt. Pete squeezed Buddy Fritsch. Buddy’s pissed at Wayne. Buddy worships Wayne Senior. Buddy knows Wayne will do the job.
Wayne kept his files in a bank vault. Per procedure: a safe at the main B of A.
He drove over. A clerk cracked the vault. Wayne cracked the files out. He knew the names already. He skimmed the stats and got refreshed. He wrote down addresses.
Duane Joseph Hinton. Age 46. Building contractor/Mormon. No Mob ties. Drunk/wife beater. 7/59—one accusation logged.
Hinton bribes state legislators. A snitch so states. Hinton buys them whores. Hinton gives them fight tickets. They slip him bid sheets. Thus Hinton underbids. Thus Hinton gets state building jobs.
Said tip—unverified. Case closed—9/59.
Webb Templeton Spurgeon. Age 54. Retired lawyer/Mormon. No Mob ties/no accusations logged.
Eldon Lowell Peavy. Age 46. Owner: the Monarch Cab Company/the Golden Cavern Hotel-Casino.
The Cavern drew low rollers. Monarch Cab was low-end. Cabs drove drunks to grind joints. Cabs perched at the jail. Cabs drove prostitutes. Monarch serviced West LV. Monarch drove Negroes. Monarch got cash up front.
Eldon Peavy was a fag. Eldon Peavy hired ex-cons. Eldon Peavy owned a Reno fruit bar.
Tips logged: 8/60, 9/60, 4/61, 6/61, 10/61, 1/62, 3/62, 8/62. Snitch tips—thus far unverified:
Peavy’s drivers pack guns. Peavy’s drivers push pills. Peavy runs male prostitutes. Peavy sells choice chicken. Peavy scouts the main-room shows. Peavy recruits dancers to fuck and suck.
They’re cute. They’re queer. They whore for kicks and amphetamines. They spread for male movie stars.
The last tip: logged 8/62.
Wayne worked Patrol then. Wayne made sergeant. Wayne moved to Intel: 10/8/62. The prior cop logged the tips. Said cop was bribe-proof/mean/lazy.
He crashed a market heist. He took five slugs and fed nine back. He died. He killed two wetbacks en route.
Three board men. Nine tips—unverified. Wayne checked the