That would have done the trick for most girls. If it didn"t, Donahoe might have expected that Mickey"s bizarre dating behavior would. The couple"s first date was typical. First, Mickey arrived late-really late. He told LaVonne he"d pick her up at seven. He arrived at eleven. Then he swung back by his apartment so that she could meet his a.s.sociates, before finally taking her to dinner at midnight.
But LaVonne was clearly a forgiving and adventuresome young woman. (In addition to dating Mickey, she was also a pilot.) Mickey"s chronic tardiness and late hours didn"t seem to bother her. Nor did bizarre habits such as cycling through two or three suits a day and eating ice cream and French pastries at virtually every meal. If she had any qualms about his habit of disappearing for an hour or two mid-date (while he went off to heist a joint or conduct business), she never showed it. Clearly, she did not bring burdensome conversational expectations to their relationship either. In fact, she was almost as taciturn as Mickey himself: "Actually, we never had too much conversation together," he later allowed. "She was the type of girl who didn"t ask questions," said Mickey with evident satisfaction.
In the fall of 1940, the two were married, somewhat impulsively, in a wedding chapel on Western Avenue. Mickey"s Boston terrier, Tuffy, was one of the witnesses. When the war ended in 1945, LaVonne wanted what every woman wanted: a new house. Moreover, she wanted it in Los Angeles"s sportiest new neighborhood: Brentwood. So Mickey bought a lot near the Riviera Golf Club and started to build. But unbeknownst to Mickey, one of his general contractors was the LAPD. The Cohens" new house was wired like a recording studio. In the spring of 1947, the Cohens moved in, and the LAPD started listening.
What they heard was surprising. Cohen, so taciturn in public, was a huge talker on the telephone. Every day, he spent hours talking to bondsmen, newspapermen (and-women), bankers, and bookies-and not just in Los Angeles. Mickey"s acquaintances on the East Coast reached from Miami to Boston. Topics of conversation included paying off the sheriff"s office and the Los Angeles County DA"s office. He also talked about doing business with California"s new attorney general, Fred Howser. Large sums were discussed-a mysterious $4 million "proposition," an $8 million venture in Las Vegas. Mickey mentioned that in one three-month period alone, his operations in Burbank had netted half a million dollars. He discussed spending $30,000 during a single trip to New York. He talked about his $120,000 house. He spoke (bitterly) of spending $50,000 on LaVonne"s interior decorator and on home furnishings. Evincing little understanding for the necessities of criminal conspiracy, LaVonne, in turn, was frequently overheard castigating her husband for his large phone bills.
In short, the LAPD seemed to have Cohen in its sights. But unbeknownst to the men who had tapped Mickey"s manse, they also had a problem. The police had a mole.
* Annenberg purchased the General News Bureau from Chicago gambler Mont Tennes in 1927, just a few years before states such as California began to legalize horse racing and permit pari-mutuel on-track betting to bolster state revenues. The result was a huge boom in horse betting-and a vast new business for Annenberg (who also owned the Annenberg purchased the General News Bureau from Chicago gambler Mont Tennes in 1927, just a few years before states such as California began to legalize horse racing and permit pari-mutuel on-track betting to bolster state revenues. The result was a huge boom in horse betting-and a vast new business for Annenberg (who also owned the Daily Racing Form) Daily Racing Form). Just how big became evident after federal prosecutors indicted Annenberg for income tax evasion and began to dig into his businesses. Prosecutors were startled to discover that the General News Service (later renamed the Nationwide News Services, after another wire service Annenberg purchased) was AT&T"s fifth largest customer. (Moore, The Kefauver Committee The Kefauver Committee, 18.)* Hill herself was not there; she had left town several days earlier after a spat with Siegel and gone to Paris. (Jennings, Hill herself was not there; she had left town several days earlier after a spat with Siegel and gone to Paris. (Jennings, We Only Kill Each Other We Only Kill Each Other, 189-90.)
12.
The Double Agent.
"The heart is deceitful above all things, and desperately wicked. Who can know it?"-Jeremiah.
WIRETAPPER JIMMY VAUS couldn"t decide whether he wanted to be a cop or a crook-so he tried to be both. In doing so, he set off on a path that led directly to Mickey Cohen.
Vaus first started working for the LAPD almost by accident. In 1946, Vaus was managing a "quiet, high-cla.s.s" apartment building in Hollywood for a friend while pursuing his true pa.s.sion: tinkering with electronics. Tenants at the building had started complaining about a dark-haired, well-dressed girl named Marge, whose apartment was frequented by an unusually large number of "men-friends." Marge was a B-girl downtown who made her living by tricking customers into buying her (watered-down) drinks. It seemed she was now also turning tricks on the side. So Vaus called the LAPD"s Hollywood station, which promptly sent over a young vice squad officer, Charles Stoker.
Vaus explained the problem of Marge and her many "friends" to Stoker and his partner. Stoker knew the type. "Anyone visiting her now?" he asked.
Indeed there was. Vaus gave the officers her apartment number and retreated to his office. A half hour later, Stoker reappeared.
"There"s someone in there with her, all right," he reported. "We could hear them talking but we couldn"t hear what they were saying. We think we might hear better from outside. Do you have a ladder we could use?"
He did. Ladder supplied, Vaus returned to his office. A few minutes later, the officers were back again.
"I"m afraid we"re stymied, Mr. Vaus," Stoker informed him. "There doesn"t seem to be any way we can either see or hear what"s going on, and in absence of evidence, we can"t act."
Vaus was incredulous. "You mean, the vice squad doesn"t have equipment that will enable you, in a case like this, to hear what is going on behind closed doors?" he asked.
"Nope, there"s nothing like that in the Department," Stoker replied, "in a tone of voice," Vaus would later recall, "that implied I"d asked him if he"d bought the license plates for his transplanet rocket ship."
Vaus explained that it would be a simple matter to get officers the proof they needed. All he had to do was plant a concealed microphone in the room and connect it by wire to a recording device outside. Indeed, Vaus modestly continued, he"d be happy to put together such a system himself to help the officers obtain the evidence they needed against Marge.
"Come back tomorrow night, I"ll have it set up and you can listen in," Vaus said.
Wiring Marge"s room was a snap. When Stoker returned the following night, he was able to overhear Marge discussing prices with a customer. He promptly arrested her. Word of Sergeant Stoker"s new friend soon spread to other vice squad units.* About a week after the arrest of Marge, one of the senior officers from the administrative vice unit downtown approached Vaus with a question. Could he develop a variant on a wiretap that would allow the police to listen in on conversations and also determine what telephone number had been dialed? In other words, the officer explained, "Joe Doaks walks into a drugstore, uses a particular telephone to dial a number and says, "Joe, I"ll take two dollars on horse number four in the fifth race today at Rockingham." Could the officer working on such a case hear the conversation and know the number that had been dialed?" About a week after the arrest of Marge, one of the senior officers from the administrative vice unit downtown approached Vaus with a question. Could he develop a variant on a wiretap that would allow the police to listen in on conversations and also determine what telephone number had been dialed? In other words, the officer explained, "Joe Doaks walks into a drugstore, uses a particular telephone to dial a number and says, "Joe, I"ll take two dollars on horse number four in the fifth race today at Rockingham." Could the officer working on such a case hear the conversation and know the number that had been dialed?"
The implications of the request were obvious. If the police could tap phone lines and determine whom calls were being made to, they could then pinpoint the locations of bookmakers across Los Angeles. That would give the police a big edge on the underworld.
"I think it can be done," Vaus replied. In fact, he"d already been working on just such a device, which Vaus dubbed "the impulse indicator." But it was Officer Stoker who got to it first. His target was not the bookmaking racket but rather the so-called Queen Bee of Hollywood, Hollywood madam Brenda Allen.
PROSt.i.tUTION IN HOLLYWOOD has always been a dynastic affair. Brenda Allen had started out as a streetwalker on West Sixth Street between Union and Alvarado Streets. At some point, Allen caught the eye of Anne Forrester, the Combination"s favorite madam. Allen was a quick understudy, and when Forrester went to jail, Allen took over the high-end prost.i.tution racket. Her particular field of innovation was the call girl. Rather than risk running a "bawdy house," Allen used a telephone exchange service to manage her 114 girls. It was a lucrative business. Allen"s meticulous ledgers would later reveal takes of as much as $2,400 a day, of which half, the traditional split between madam and girl, went to her.
Charles Stoker had first heard of Brenda Allen when she was a plain streetwalker named Marie Mitch.e.l.l plying her business downtown. He"d been startled when he returned from the war and learned that she"d become the town"s top madam. The brazenness-and cleverness-of her current arrangements aggravated him, and caused him no end of trouble. Whenever he"d arrest another prost.i.tute, she"d complain bitterly, "Why are you arresting me while Brenda is running full-blast?"
Stoker decided he would try to take down Allen. But even finding her was a challenge. The number of the telephone exchange Brenda used was well known. Obviously, the exchange had Allen"s private number. If he could get it, he could go to the phone company and get an address. But when Stoker approached the telephone exchange service and asked for Allen"s number, it told him to produce a court order. So he went to the DA"s office, where he was "politely but firmly given the brush off."
Stoker got the number anyway, by waiting outside the telephone exchange office and striking up an acquaintance with one of its female operators. After a week of dating, he had Allen"s private number. A contact at the phone company provided a home address. But even though he now knew where Allen lived, he still couldn"t prove she was orchestrating a call girl ring-until Jimmy Vaus appeared.
During his pursuit of Marge, Stoker had talked quite a bit with Vaus. He"d learned about Vaus"s background as a sound engineer and his Army service. He"d heard about Jimmy"s preacher daddy back in Oklahoma and about the religious radio program Vaus was hoping to launch in L.A. He"d also seen Vaus"s enthusiasm for uncovering vice-and his unusual talents. So when Vaus dropped by Central Division one night and asked if he could go out with Stoker and his partner, it seemed natural to stop by Brenda Allen"s s.p.a.cious apartment at Ninth and Fedora Streets. There Stoker explained the problem he was having in trying to apprehend her. Stoker was delighted when Vaus responded that listening in on Allen"s phone conversations was no problem at all. In fact, they could do so the very next night.
The following evening, Stoker, his two partners, and Vaus went back to Allen"s apartment, this time with the appropriate wiretapping gear. One of the policemen picked the locks and then the men were in. No one had thought to bring a flashlight, so Vaus lit a match. The fact that they had illegally broken into a private residence without a court order and were now about to tap a phone line-a felony offense-seemed not to trouble the men at all. They located the telephone box, found the pair of terminals that connected to Allen"s apartment, and tapped the line. Vaus had brought a lineman"s handset so that they could listen in.
They didn"t have to wait long for the first call. It was a woman"s voice.
"Hi, Brenda, this is Marie. If anything breaks tonight call me and I"ll go on it."
"Okay," Allen answered coolly. "What"ll you be wearing?"
"I"ll have on a full-length mink coat," the woman replied. "I"ll be waiting for your call. Bye."
A few minutes later, a man called. "Got anything good tonight?"
"We"ve got some mighty nice books," Allen answered. "The heroine in one you"d like to read is a beaut! She has long black hair and is about five foot three and would make your reading most-enjoyable."
"Where can I get that book?" the man asked.
"On the corner of Sunset and La Brea. There is a picture on the front cover of a gal in a long mink coat. How about being there about nine o"clock?"
Stoker was thrilled. He now understood Brenda Allen"s modus operandi. As calls poured in throughout the night, he also began to understand the size of her business. In fact, Allen was getting so many phone calls that the policemen in the bas.e.m.e.nt were overwhelmed. Some system of recording the numbers Brenda was calling was needed. So Stocker turned to Vaus. Could he come up with something?
He could. The next night, Vaus returned with his "impulse indicator." Within three hours, Sergeant Stoker and his partners had the numbers of twenty-nine johns.
They returned the following night, to listen in... and collect more phone numbers. Then something odd happened. Allen dialed a number that struck Stoker as vaguely familiar. Suddenly it hit him. Allen had just dialed the confidential number of the administrative vice squad downtown. Incredulous, Stoker listened as Allen left a message for a Sergeant Jackson. A few minutes later, Sergeant Jackson called Allen back.
"Honey, I just came into the office and got your message. How"s business?" Jackson asked. He then proceeded to discuss how he planned to slip away from his wife the following day to see Allen. A few minutes later, Allen called another man, to whom she complained bitterly about having to see Jackson.
When Stoker got back to the station, he discovered that "Sergeant Jack son" was Sgt. Elmer Jackson, right-hand man to administrative vice squad head Lt. Rudy Wellpott. From what Stoker had overheard, it sounded like Allen had ensnared Jackson on orders from some unnamed third party, who was probably attempting to manipulate Jackson for some sinister purpose. The next day Stoker called Jackson and told him what he"d overheard. Jackson seemed startled. He a.s.sured Stoker that he"d have nothing more to do with Brenda Allen.
Meanwhile, Jimmy Vaus was getting nervous. Wiretapping night after night was risky. Crowded into the bas.e.m.e.nt with Stoker and his partners, Vaus thought they "sounded like a firemen"s brigade." To minimize the danger of detection, Vaus ran a line from the apartment house down the street to Stoker"s car, where they could listen in. But the night after Stoker"s conversation with Jackson, the new system didn"t seem to be working. There were no calls coming in. As Vaus fiddled with his equipment, he felt a hand grab his arm. He looked up-straight into the face of Brenda Allen. Allen had followed the wire to the police listening post.
Allen unleashed a stream of invective at the policemen. Then she coolly informed Stoker that he was "biting off more than he could chew." Soon thereafter, Stoker was transferred to Newton Division, where he was a.s.signed to work narcotics. Allen"s display of power disgusted him; nonetheless, Stoker resolved to have nothing more to do with vice. Instead, he concentrated on studying for the upcoming sergeants" exam, which he aced. In early 1948, he made sergeant-and, to his surprise, was transferred back to the Central Division vice squad. Once again, he was loaned out to Hollywood Division. There he learned that Brenda Allen had opened a brothel-just across the city line, off the Sunset Strip.
Stoker had no intention of letting a jurisdictional inconvenience stop him from making a good arrest. Where the city ended and the county began was famously confusing along the Strip. He decided to go ahead with the raid-and then plead ignorance if he got into trouble. But first, Stoker needed proof about what was happening in Allen"s new establishment. Stoker called a friend, a sporty young executive at "a big Los Angeles firm," and asked him if he"d like to patronize Hollywood"s most glamorous call house-on urgent city business. The young executive graciously agreed to help out. After calling Allen"s exchange, receiving a call back, and answering her questions, he was invited over. Four beautiful girls were produced for his selection. At the end of the evening, the executive announced his intention to become a regular. He also asked Allen if he could bring some friends from the office on his next visit. The two "friends" Stoker had in mind were rookie officers at Hollywood vice.
But now that the raid was ready, Stoker"s commanding officer hesitated. He told Stoker that he needed to offer the sheriff"s vice squad the chance to make the raid first. When Stoker called on Capt. Carl Pearson, county vice squad commander, Pearson paused, as if he was uncertain about how to react to the news of Stoker"s imminent raid. Then he suggested that Stoker talk to Chief of Police Horrall"s confidential aide on vice matters, Sgt. Guy Rudolph. A meeting was arranged at the offices of private investigator Barney Ruditsky. There Stoker was surprised to encounter an old friend, Jimmy Vaus.
Vaus had recently stopped working for Stoker, explaining that he was too busy starting his new electronics business. But it now emerged that he"d set up a wiretapping substation at Ruditsky"s offices-for Sergeant Rudolph. Rudolph told Stoker that Allen was under surveillance and that it was only a matter of time until arrests were made. Stoker agreed to delay his raid. He thought no more about Vaus"s presence at this meeting. Nor did Sgt. Rudolph look into Vaus"s background. It was a fateful mistake. Had the police bothered to investigate Vaus"s past, they would have discovered that the pudgy, eager-to-please minister"s son with the cherubic face was also a petty criminal, a thief, and a hustler. In short, he was just the sort who might be willing to sell what he knew about the Brenda Allen-administrative vice squad connection to someone else who might be interested in it-someone like Mickey Cohen.
"THE HEART is deceitful above all things, and desperately wicked," said the prophet Jeremiah. "Who can know it?"
Certainly not Jimmy Vaus. Parts of his story were true: He was a preacher"s son, and he did enjoy being with lawmen. Unfortunately, the self-taught electronics wizard also couldn"t seem to stay clear of the law. In the years leading up to World War II, Vaus had been convicted of robbing a man in Beverly Hills-of $14. He had also been arrested for impersonating a police officer. He ran into similar difficulties during the war. Indeed, only his proficiency with a new technology called radar prevented him from being dishonorably discharged for misusing Army funds.
Two facts about Vaus"s character eluded his LAPD interlocutors. The first was his avarice. The second was his growing sense of resentment. Vaus had developed marvelous eavesdropping tools for the police: a fake cane that, when pressed against a door, could detect what was said on the other side; a telescoping rod that could attach a tiny mike to a hotel room window several stories up; a remote wiretapping device that allowed police to monitor conversations from several miles away. However, he hadn"t made any money from these endeavors. At first, the excitement and grat.i.tude shown by the police (plus, no doubt, the thrill of playing policeman) was enough. Vaus was even flown to Washington, D.C., to teach a cla.s.s on eavesdropping at the FBI. But after a while, Vaus began to feel aggrieved by the lack of payments. As he later put it, "The thrill of the chase was marred by the penny-pinching of the officials."
Not that Vaus reserved his electronic talents exclusively for the LAPD. He also worked closely with Barney Ruditsky on sensitive a.s.signments for clients such as Errol Flynn (who had a problem with underage girls). So when Harry Grossman in Ruditsky"s office called Vaus in late 1948 and told him "there"s a fellow I want you to meet" with a business proposition, Vaus was naturally curious.
"Who is it?" he asked "Mickey Cohen," Grossman replied.
"Mickey Cohen!"
Even then it was a name Vaus knew. His first thought was one of pleasure that someone so important would want to see him.
"Where am I supposed to meet him?" asked Vaus.
"In his haberdashery around the corner from our office."
"Tell him I"ll drop over."
Vaus quickly had second thoughts. What if the meeting with Mickey was some kind of trap? Or worse still, what if Vaus"s work for the police department had infringed on one of Mickey"s enterprises and Mickey knew about it?
VAUS HAD NEVER BEEN in Michael"s Haberdashery before. Stepping in, he was dazzled. "The walls were of highly polished walnut and most of the merchandise was behind sliding doors," wrote Vaus soon after the initial meeting. "Only a few ties, with a silk sheen, lay on the counter. A luxurious robe on a model and a pile of finely woven shirts indicated the garments for sale-at fabulous prices."
A clerk, "tailored to the nth degree," was watching Vaus closely, pencil-thin eyebrow raised. Vaus felt intensely conscious of "my not-too-fat wallet."
"I"m Jimmy Vaus," he said.
A quick phone call later, and Vaus was being escorted into the rear of the store, to Mickey Cohen"s private office.
A steel-plated door separated Cohen"s office from the haberdashery. Once again, Vaus was struck by "the lavish, expensive fittings."
"There was a beautiful television set in one corner suspended from the ceiling," Vaus later recalled. "The lighting was indirect. Toward the back was a circular desk." There, beneath a huge picture of President Franklin D. Roosevelt, in a large swivel chair, sat Mickey Cohen.
Vaus was impressed: "He was short, stocky and solidly built. His tailoring was exquisite and his grooming impeccable. Not a hair was out of place. His eyes flashed, sizing one up, and then shifted to something else."
Eyeing Vaus coldly, the great man finally spoke.
"Vaus, I understand that you"re the man who planted a microphone in my home for the police department. Is that right?"
It was with great relief that Vaus denied this allegation. "I don"t even know where you live!" he responded.
"If there were a microphone in my home, do you think you could locate it and take it out for me?" Mickey asked, sounding slightly less severe.
"Mr. Cohen, you"ve got me all wrong," Vaus responded. "I"m in the business of putting them in, not of taking them out."
Mickey again fixed a cold gaze on him. Then he reached into his pocket and pulled out a "reel-sized roll" of hundred-dollar bills-the biggest wad Jimmy Vaus had ever seen. In a slow, deliberate motion, Cohen peeled off one C-note, then a second, then a third. Visions of hand-painted ties, tailored suits, and "chromium accessories for my car" floated through Vaus"s mind. Before he knew it, he was on his way to the Cohen abode, accompanied by Cohen lieutenant Neddie Herbert.
When he entered the house, Vaus had to pause to catch his breath. The contrast between the lifestyles of the gangster and the policeman left him dumbstruck: No cop had a home this luxurious. It had obviously been decorated by a professional-only they would be this bold in their color combinations. Lemon-yellow, shades of mauve and bold tones of blue harmonized with the gleaming woodwork and indirect lighting.
Confronted with such opulence, Vaus"s moral faculties, which were clearly weak to begin with, failed him entirely. "It would have been very hard to persuade a man that it was wrong to have the money sufficient to buy these creature comforts," Vaus concluded. He rushed back to his workshop and spent the night feverishly tinkering with an ultrasensitive pickup coil and a high-gain amplifier that he hoped would be capable of detecting the tiny electromagnetic current of a small bug. The following day Vaus returned to the Cohen abode on Moreno Avenue. After carefully sweeping the house, he detected a small electrical current. A carpenter was called in to cut a hole in the floor. Vaus lowered himself into the s.p.a.ce under the house and soon found a microphone and amplifier connected to a wire. He disconnected it with a sickening feeling, for he knew that as he did so someone at the listening end was hearing their bug go dead-and that that person was a cop. Instead, he thought about what he"d buy with Mickey"s money.
Neddie Herbert was delighted with Vaus"s work. He asked him to stay so he could show Mickey the bug. Two hours later, when Cohen appeared, Vaus explained where and how he"d found the listening device. Mickey pulled out the roll again and peeled off a few more C-notes-a bonus for his good work. Then he offered Vaus a job.
It was a delicate moment.
Even the covetous wiretapper understood that working for both the LAPD and the city"s top organized-crime boss would be a dicey proposition. But when Cohen explained what he had in mind-no lawbreaking, just consulting work-Vaus decided that working for the police and for the city"s leading gangster need not be mutually exclusive. After all, was removing a bug placed illegally in Mickey Cohen"s house really worse than nabbing some poor john by helping the vice squad mike his hotel room? Or breaking into a bas.e.m.e.nt to plant an illegal bug? So he took the job-and took on a double life.
For eight months, Vaus pulled it off. Indeed, he thrived. With Mickey"s backing, Vaus opened an electronics shop in the same Sunset Strip complex that housed Cohen"s haberdashery and Cohen henchman "Happy" Meltzer"s jewelry shop. Of course, it didn"t last. By early 1949, Mickey had become fed up with what he saw as efforts by the vice squad to extort money from him. When police arrested "Happy" Meltzer, Cohen decided to hit back. His tool was Jimmy Vaus.
Vaus had told Cohen about the wiretaps he had done for Sergeant Stoker and about the conversations he"d overheard between Sergeant Jackson and Brenda Allen. Now he offered to help Mickey secure recordings he could use against the police. Vaus"s idea was that Cohen should arrange a meeting with Lieutenant Wellpot and Sergeant Jackson at which he, Vaus, would record their extortion attempt. Mickey agreed at once. Soon after Meltzer"s arrest, he contacted Jackson and Wellpott and asked to meet the two officers in his car, just off the 9000 block of Sunset. Jackson and Wellpot arrived in good spirits, presumably because they expected Mickey to agree to a payoff. They left angry when he didn"t. Mickey, however, was delighted. Thanks to Vaus"s efforts, Cohen now had clear evidence that the LAPD was trying to blackmail him-or so he believed. Now Mickey decided to put this evidence before the public-by bringing Vaus and his incriminating tapes to light at Meltzer"s trial, which was set to commence on May 5, 1949.
Chief Horrall"s boys had pushed Mickey Cohen too far, and now they would pay.
MICKEY COHEN wasn"t the only person stalking Chief Horrall and the corrupt clique around him. So was Bill Parker.
In August 1947, Parker finally made inspector and was moved first to Hollywood Division and then to the San Fernando Valley bureau-far removed from the power centers in the department. But Bill Parker wasn"t entirely contained. As one of the few lawyers in the department and as the architect of Section 202, Parker was a natural choice to serve as the prosecutor for the personnel bureau in trial board hearings. It was a position that gave Parker access to some of the most sensitive information in the department. He soon ran across the name of a certain sergeant-Charlie Stoker. Stoker (along with several members of Hollywood vice) had been involved in an altercation at the Gali-Gali c.o.c.ktail lounge in Hollywood. A few months later, Stoker received a call from Parker, who wanted to meet with him. Stoker knew the inspector only by reputation-"a highly ambitious man," thought Stoker. Stoker, who was Catholic, also knew that Parker was known for looking out for Catholics on the force. So he agreed. But when the two men met, it wasn"t the Gali-Gali c.o.c.ktail lounge Parker wanted to discuss. It was the Hollywood vice squad.
Stoker allowed as to how he"d seen some questionable behavior.
Parker wasn"t surprised. The entire unit was riddled with corruption, he told Stoker. He then proceeded to run down a list of specific instances of drunkenness, brutality, and extortion. Parker further informed Stoker that he intended to do everything he could to see that the current squad was dismissed. If Stoker was willing to testify to malfeasance on the squad, Parker allegedly promised he would see to it that Stoker headed the next Hollywood vice squad.
Stoker felt uneasy about betraying fellow officers, even ones who might have broken the law. Parker, Stoker concluded, "was a man compounded out of sheer ruthlessness, a man who would ride rough shod over anyone who got in the way of his becoming Chief of Police." But he had to concede "that much of what [Parker] had told me about the vice, gambling and pay-off picture in Los Angeles was true."
Nonetheless, he ducked the request, saying that he could not testify to anything about which he personally was not 100 percent certain, particularly if it concerned other officers. But Stoker would not stay silent for long.
The trial of "Happy" Meltzer began on May 5. Meltzer"s defense, as presented by lead defense attorney Sam Rummel, was simple: "We will prove," declaimed Rummel, "that for a period of one and a half years before Meltzer"s arrest, Lieutenant Rudy Wellpot and Sergeant Elmer V. Jackson kept up a constant extortion of Mickey Cohen." The Meltzer case, he charged, was "a frame-up" that resulted from Cohen"s refusal to pay off a shakedown demand. Rummel then went on to relate a lengthy and seemingly fantastical story of late-night meetings between Cohen and Jackson in the backs of cars parked off the Sunset Strip, car chases through Beverly Hills, and B-girl payoffs down on Main Street.
As sensational as it sounded, Rummel"s opening statement wasn"t particularly strong. But when Rummel announced that "sound engineer J. Arthur Vaus" had recordings that would tie Sergeant Jackson to the notorious Hollywood prost.i.tute Brenda Allen and substantiate the defense"s charges that the police had tried to extort money from Cohen, the county grand jury took notice. It decided to open an investigation into the matter-after the upcoming mayoral elections.
Several weeks before the election, Parker called again and requested another meeting. Stoker agreed. After some throat-clearing about how they were both Catholics and both World War II veterans, Parker got to the point: What did Vaus know about the Brenda Allen investigation in Hollywood?
Stoker then told Parker his story-without, however, revealing that he had already spoken to the grand jury. According to Stoker, Parker listened encouragingly and then told the sergeant what he knew. There were several sources of corruption in the police administration, he said. One, controlled by Sgt. Guy Rudolph, Chief Horrall"s confidential aide, had the lottery and the numbers rackets. A second source of corruption was Captain Tucker, commander of the elite "Metro" division, which, according to Stoker"s account of his conversation with Parker, focused on milking Chinatown and L.A."s prost.i.tutes for the police department and for the city council. Finally there were a.s.sistant Chief of Police Joe Reed, Lieutenant Wellpot, and Sergeant Jackson. Stoker claimed that Mayor Bowron was clean but also "a stupid a.s.s, who had no idea what was going on."
Why was Parker (allegedly) telling him this?* Stoker claimed that Parker wanted him to go to the grand jury and present his own information-and Parker"s-to them. With an election just weeks away, Parker continued, when the news leaked, Mayor Bowron would be forced to oust Chief Horrall and a.s.sistant Chief Reed. Everyone knew "d.a.m.ned good and well" that he would be the logical man to step into Horrall"s shoes. Stoker claimed that Parker wanted him to go to the grand jury and present his own information-and Parker"s-to them. With an election just weeks away, Parker continued, when the news leaked, Mayor Bowron would be forced to oust Chief Horrall and a.s.sistant Chief Reed. Everyone knew "d.a.m.ned good and well" that he would be the logical man to step into Horrall"s shoes.
But wouldn"t such a confession risk defeating Mayor Bowron?
"h.e.l.l, no," Parker (allegedly) replied. "If anything, it will insure [sic] his success." Bowron"s anti-vice bona fides were impeccable. A scandal that confirmed an ongoing underworld conspiracy would simply sh.o.r.e him up.
So Stoker agreed to go along, telling Parker that if he could arrange for a grand jury subpoena, Stoker would tell all. He neglected to mention that he had already already testified before the grand jury. It was a deception Parker would not forget. testified before the grand jury. It was a deception Parker would not forget.
ON MAY 31, 1949, Mayor Bowron was easily reelected. The following day, on June 1, the county grand jury announced that it was beginning an investigation into corruption on the police force. A week later, the Los Angeles Daily News Los Angeles Daily News began to produce a series of stories that appeared to reveal corruption at the highest level of the department. It emerged that the LAPD had been tapping Mickey"s home for nearly two years. What made the story scandalous was not so much that the LAPD had bugged Cohen"s home without a court order but rather that it had listened to Mickey"s every conversation for two years (until the wire was removed) and yet made no move to arrest him. Instead, claimed began to produce a series of stories that appeared to reveal corruption at the highest level of the department. It emerged that the LAPD had been tapping Mickey"s home for nearly two years. What made the story scandalous was not so much that the LAPD had bugged Cohen"s home without a court order but rather that it had listened to Mickey"s every conversation for two years (until the wire was removed) and yet made no move to arrest him. Instead, claimed New York Daily News New York Daily News columnist Florabel Muir, who enjoyed a nationwide following for her flamboyant descriptions of Hollywood crime, the head of the department"s gangster squad had repeatedly attempted to blackmail Cohen with the transcripts. columnist Florabel Muir, who enjoyed a nationwide following for her flamboyant descriptions of Hollywood crime, the head of the department"s gangster squad had repeatedly attempted to blackmail Cohen with the transcripts.
There was also the matter of the police fraternizing with Cohen. Sergeant Jackson and Lieutenant Wellpot attempted to explain away the testimony of witnesses who placed them in Cohen"s company (or establishments) and/or in Brenda Allen"s proximity by arguing that they had in fact been involved in a complex undercover operation. Unfortunately for Jackson and Wellpot, Deputy Chief Richard Simon testified that the effort to build a case against Allen had been abandoned long ago. Jackson countered that he had spoken frequently to Allen because she was a valuable police informant. Then the Daily News Daily News produced yet another scoop. One year earlier, Jackson had been hailed in the press for killing a two-bit heister named Roy "Peewee" Lewis who had held Jackson up-with a machine gun-while he was necking in a car with his girlfriend. The produced yet another scoop. One year earlier, Jackson had been hailed in the press for killing a two-bit heister named Roy "Peewee" Lewis who had held Jackson up-with a machine gun-while he was necking in a car with his girlfriend. The Daily News Daily News now disclosed that the girlfriend in question was Brenda Allen. now disclosed that the girlfriend in question was Brenda Allen.
The revelations streamed forth in torrents. Senior members of the department came forward to verify personnel chief Cecil Wisdom"s claim that he had personally informed Chief Horrall of Stoker"s findings concerning Jackson, only to see them ignored. Then the Daily News Daily News found "Peewee" Lewis"s partner, who told the paper that he and Peewee had targeted Allen and Jackson because they believed Jackson would have the $900 payoff that Allen delivered every week to the police. County grand jury testimony was supposed to be secret, but with the mayoral election behind them, the press was no longer inclined to do the mayor any favors. By mid-June, the major papers were printing what amounted to transcripts of the preceding day"s testimony. found "Peewee" Lewis"s partner, who told the paper that he and Peewee had targeted Allen and Jackson because they believed Jackson would have the $900 payoff that Allen delivered every week to the police. County grand jury testimony was supposed to be secret, but with the mayoral election behind them, the press was no longer inclined to do the mayor any favors. By mid-June, the major papers were printing what amounted to transcripts of the preceding day"s testimony.