Title:Blood$prime;s A Rover
Author(s): James Ellroy
Publisher(s): Knopf
Pages: 411
Year: 2009
Format: PDF
Language: English
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He glommed a partial eyeball witness six months after the heist. The guy said the lead robber
was white. Okay, he’s Caucasoid. Okay, there’s the black robber rumors. Oreo teams in ‘64—
veeeeery rare indeed. The witness had no further description. Scotty got frustrated there. You
win, you lose. He built a lead sheet on a Wells Fargo exec. It never bloomed past speculation.
The guy’s name was Richard Farr. He disappeared after the heist and the Wells Fargo B&E.
Farr was half Anglo, half Dominican. Scotty culled paper on him. No lead tweakers resulted. The
D.R. connection was a tweaker. Sub-tweaker: Farr might be some kind of Commie.
Scotty poured refills. Marsh took on a schoolboy look—sir, please teach me.
The investigation sandbagged. Nothing popped. Leads melted to sludge. Scotty worked the ID
angle. It took years. He brought in his coroner pal, Tojo Tom Takahashi.
Tojo Tom froze flesh grafts from the scorched bodies. He isolated skin cells off one guy and
lab-tested them. He found diseased leukocytes. The disease was indigenous to white men only.
Scotty did a fifty-state paper check. It took years. Paydirt, late ‘69. The place: Dogdick,
Alabama. The man: Douglas Frank Claverly.
Dougie had that skin disease. Dougie was a Klanned-up ex-armed robber. Exhaustive
background check—zero. Yeah, but: Dougie disappeared in 1/64—one month pre-heist.
Scotty redeployed Tojo Tom. Tojo ID’d the bogus milk-truck driver. A melted good-luck ring
did it. The ring was embedded in a skin cavity.
Tojo extracted the ring and lab-tested the skin cells attached. Okay, it’s a black guy. Tojo
brought in chemicals and microscopes and raised words off the ring: JJL & CV.
Scotty traced the ring to Modesto. It took fucking weeks. Jerome James Wilkinson ordered the
ring. He was a male Negro. He had no criminal record and no family. He worked as a
strikebreaker. He vanished 1/64, one month pre-heist.
Enter Dr. Fred Hiltz. Punch line: the emeralds were going to him.
Marsh drop-jawed that one. He used to work lefty groups for Dr. Fred and Clyde Duber. Scotty
said he knew that. Scotty contradicted long-held heist text.
The stones were allegedly headed to a Wells Fargo vault. The cash was a bank-deposit load. The
stones were really being sent to Dr. Fred himself. A dummy corporation would hold them. A Dr.
Fred stooge would play courier. Dr. Fred craaaaved the stones. There was some nutso right-wing
emerald myth he creamed for.
Dr. Fred was offed in ‘68. Marsh said he knew the basic facts. Scotty laid out the inside scoop.
He popped Jomo C. for that liquor-store spree. Someone pretended to be Marsh himself. The
fake Marsh offered up the liquor-store snitch and a snitch on a major gun stash. That shit brought
Marsh ghetto peril. Marsh knew that all too well. Marsh knew that Jomo confessed to the Dr.
Fred snuff and to whacking his crime partner. Here’s the shit Marsh didn’t know.
Scotty Q&A’d Jomo with Dwight Holly present. Big Dwight heard Jomo’s Hiltz-case
confession. He did not see Scotty’s second go-round.