The woman said, “I still can’t believe you tracked me down that way.”
Her name was Elise Van Syoc and she was a Realtor working out of theColdwell Banker Encino office. It had taken a long time but I’d found her usingher maiden1 name, Ryan, and a decades-old nickname.
Ginger2.
Groovy bass3 player for the Kolor Krew!
Her identity and a print of the photo I’d seen at the PlayHouse finallysurfaced courtesy , a cruelly mocking compendium4 of failedpop bands flung by the gargantuan5 slingshot that was the Internet.
When I called her, she said, “I’m not getting involved in any court stuff.”
“It’s not about court stuff.”
“What, then?”
“Curiosity,” I said. “Professional and personal. At this point, I’m not sureI can separate the two.”
“That sounds complicated.”
“It’s a complicated situation.”
“You’re not writing a book or doing a movie?”
“Absolutely not.”
“A psychologist…whose therapist are you, exactly?”
I tried to explain my role.
She cut me off. “Where do you live?”
“Beverly Glen.”
“Own or rent?”
“Own.”
“Did you buy in a long time ago?”
“Years ago.”
“Have any equity6?”
“Total equity.”
“Good for you, Dr. Delaware.A person in your situation might find it a good time to trade up. Ever thinkabout the Valley? You could get a much bigger place with more land and somecash back. If you’re open-minded about the other side of the hill.”
“I pride myself on being open-minded,” I said. “I’m also big on rememberingpeople who’ve extended themselves for me.”
“Some negotiator—you absolutely promise I won’t end up in court?”
“Swear on my trust deed.”
She laughed.
I said, “Do you still play bass?”
“Oh, please.” More laughter. “I got asked to join because I had red hair.She thought it was some kind of omen—the Kolor Krew, get it?”
“Amelia Dowd.”
“Crazy Mrs. D…this is sure taking me back. I don’t know what you think I cantell you.”
“Anything you remember about the family would help.”
“For your psychological insights?”
“For my peace of mind.”
“I don’t understand.”
“It’s a horrendous7 case. I’m pretty close to haunted.”
“Hmm,” she said. “I guess I can sum it up in one sentence: They were nuts.”
“Could we discuss it, anyway?” I said. “Time and place of your choosing.”
“Would you seriously consider a trade-up?”
“I hadn’t thought about it, but—”
“Good time to start thinking. Okay, I need lunch anyway, what the heck. Meetme at Lucretia on Venturanear Balboa, hour and a half, I need you to be prompt. Maybe I can show youlife on the other side of the hill can be tasty.”
The restaurant was big, pale, airy, nearly empty.
I arrived on time. Elise Van Syoc was already there, bantering8 with a youngmale waiter as she nursed a cosmopolitan9 and chewed on a single Brazil nut.“Ginger” was no longer a redhead. Her coif was puffy, collar-length, ash-blond.Tailored black pantsuit, tailored face, wide amber10 eyes. A deal-closing smile accompanieda firm, dry handshake.
“You’re younger than you sound, Dr. Delaware.”
“You, too.”
“How sweet.”
I sat down and thanked her for her time. She glanced at a diamond Movado.“Did Brad and Nora really do what everyone’s saying?”
I nodded.
“How about some juicy tidbits?”
“You don’t want to know.”
“But I do.”
“You really don’t,” I said.
“What, it’s disgusting?”
“That’s an understatement.”
“Yuck.” She sipped11 her cosmopolitan. “Tell me anyway.”
I parceled out a few details.
Elise Van Syoc said, “How’d you get all that equity working with the police?It can’t pay very well.”
“I’ve done other things.”
“Such as?”
“Investments, private practice, consults.”
“Very interesting…you don’t write?”
“Just reports, why?”
“It sounds like a good book…I’m afraid this isn’t going to be lunch, just adrink. I’ve got an escrow to close, huge place south of the boulevard. and there’s really nothing I can tell you about the Dowds other than they were allweirdos.”
“That’s a good place to start.”
The waiter came over, lean, dark, hungry-eyed. I asked for a Grolsch and hesaid, “For sure.”
When he brought the beer, Elise Van Syoc clinked her glass against mine.“Are you in a relationship? I’m asking in terms of your space needs.”
“I am.”
She grinned. “Do you cheat?”
I laughed.
She said, “Nothing ventured,” and finished the last bit of Brazil nut.
I said, “The Kolor Krew—”
“The Kolor Krew was a joke.”
“How’d you get involved?” I said. “The other three members were sibs.”
“Like I told you over the phone, I was recruited by Crazy Mrs. D.”
“Because of your hair color.”
“That and she thought I had talent. I was in the same class as Nora at Essex Academy.My dad was a surgeon and we lived on June Street. Back then I thought I likedmusic. Took violin lessons, switched to the cello13, then I conned14 my dad intogetting me an electric guitar. I sang like a goose on downers, wrote ridiculoussongs. But try telling me, I thought I was Grace Slick. Brad and Nora reallykilled all those people?”
“Every one of them.”
“Why?”
“That’s what I’m trying to figure out.”
“It’s so bizarre,” she said. “Knowing someone who did that. Maybe I shouldwrite a book.”
Something new in her eyes. Now I understood why she’d agreed to meet withme.
“I’ve heard it’s tough,” I said.
“Writing?” She laughed. “I wouldn’t do it myself, I’d hire someone, put myname on it. There are some big best sellers who do that.”
“Guess so.”
“You don’t approve.”
I said, “So Amelia Dowd thought you had talent—”
“Maybe I shouldn’t give you my story.”
“I have no interest in writing it up. In fact, if you do write a book, youcan quote me.”
“Promise?”
“Swear.”
She laughed.
I said, “Amelia Dowd—”
“She heard me play cello in the Essex Academy orchestra andthought I was some kind of Casals, which tells you about her ear. Immediately,she calls my mother, they knew each other from school affairs, teas at theWilshire Country Club, acquaintances more than friends. Amelia tells Mothershe’s putting together a band—a wholesome15 family thing, like the Partridge Family,the Cowsills, the Carpenters. My hair makes me perfect, I obviously have agift, and bass is just another form of cello, right?”
“Your mother bought that?”
“My mother’s a conservative DAR lady but she’s always loved anything to dowith showbiz. The ‘secret’ she tells everyone once she knows them long enoughis that she dreamed of becoming an actress, looked exactly like Grace Kelly,but nice girls from San Marino didn’t do that even if nice girls from thePhiladelphia Main Line did. She was always on me to join drama club but Irefused. Ripe for Mrs. D’s picking. Plus, Mrs. D made it sound like a donedeal—big record contract pending16, interviews, TV appearances.”
“Did you believe it?”
“I thought it sounded idiotic17. And lame18. The Cowsills ? My taste was BigBrother and the Holding Company. I went along with it on the off chancesomething would happen and I’d be able to miss school.”
“Did the Dowd kids have any musical experience?”
“Brad played a little guitar. Nothing fancy, a few chords. Billy held a guitarlike a spaz, Amelia was always adjusting it. If he could carry a tune19, I neverheard it. Nora could but she couldn’t harmonize and she was always bored andspaced out. She’d never shown interest in anything other than drama club andclothes.”
“Fashion plate,” I said.
“Not really, she always dressed wrong. Way too fancy. Even at Essex things had gotten casual.”
“Was joining drama club her idea or her mother’s?”
“Hers, I always thought. She always pushed for the big parts, never got thembecause she couldn’t memorize lines very well. A lot of people thought she wassemi-retarded. Everyone knew Billy was, I guess the assumption was it washereditary.”
“What about Brad?”
“Smarter than those two. Anyone would be.”
“How’d he adjust socially?”
“Girls liked him,” she said. “He was cute. But he wasn’t what I’d callpopular. Maybe because he wasn’t around much.”
“Why not?”
“One year he’d be there, the next year he’d be gone—at some out-of-stateschool—because of trouble he’d gotten into. But Mrs. D sure wanted him aroundthe year she tried to start the band.”
“How far did you guys get?” I said.
“Halfway to nowhere. When I showed up at their house for the first rehearsaland saw what utter bullshit it was going to be, I went home and told Mother,‘Forget it.’ She said, ‘We Ryans don’t have quitting in our blood,’ andnotified me that if I wanted my own car I’d better buckle21 down.”
She slapped one palm against the table, then the other, sounded a slow,ponderous four-four beat. “That was Nora’s idea of playing drums. Billy wassupposed to play rhythm guitar and he’d managed to learn two screechy22 chords—Cand G, I think. But it sounded like a pig being strangled.” She screwed up herlips. “As if that wasn’t bad enough, we tried to sing. Pathetic. That didn’tstop Crazy Amelia.”
“From what?”
“Dragging us to have promo pictures taken. She found a discount photographeron Highlandnear Sunset, some old fart who slurred23 his words and had forty-year-oldblack-and-whites of people you’ve never heard of taped to the walls of hisstudio.” She wrinkled her nose. “The place smelled like cat pee. The costumessmelled like an old-age home. I’m talking boxes of stuff, all jumbled24 together.We had to pose as Indians, pilgrims, hippies, you name it. Everyone in adifferent color. ‘Varied garb25 and hue,’ as Mrs. D phrased it, was going to beour ‘signature.’”
“It worked for the Village People.”
“So where are they ? Once the photos were done, it was agent-time, oneblow-dried sleaze after another. Amelia flirted26 with every one of them. I’mtalking hip12 rub, deep cleavage flash, calculated eyelash flutter, the works.She had this blond bombshell thing going on, played it to the hilt.”
“That doesn’t sound like someone a conservative DAR lady would trust,” Isaid.
“Funny about that, isn’t it? I guess showbiz trumps27 everything. You askpeople in this city if they’d give up a vital organ for a walk-on in a movie, Iguarantee you most would ask where’s the scalpel. Half the people in mybusiness have had some connection to the industry. Come over to the office andyou’ll see faces you vaguely28 recognize but can’t place. I’m talking the girlwho served coffee to the banker lady on The Beverly Hillbillies during thesecond act of one episode. She’s still got that SAG29 card in her purse, works itinto every conversation. The smart ones learn that even if they make it, itlasts as long as warm milk. The others are like Amelia Dowd.”
“Living in fantasyland.”
“Twenty-four seven. Anyway, that’s the history of the Kolor Krew.”
“The project never got anywhere.”
“We must’ve done two dozen auditions30. None lasted longer than fifteenseconds because the moment the agents heard us sing they winced31. We knew wewere horrendous. But Amelia would be standing32 there, snapping her fingers,beaming. When I got home I’d light up a doobie, call my friends, get allhysterical-giggly.”
“How’d the Dowd kids handle it?”
“Billy was an obedient robot, might as well have come with wheels. Noraspaced out, just like always, did the whole Mona Lisa thing. Brad was alwayshiding a smirk33. He’s the one who finally spoke34 up. Not disrespectfully, morelike, ‘C’mon, we’re not getting anywhere.’ Amelia ignored him. I mean,literally, just pretended he wasn’t there and went on talking. Which was aswitch.”
“In what way?”
“Generally she paid plenty of attention to Brad.”
“Abusive?”
“Not exactly.”
“Special attention?”
Elise Van Syoc tried to impale35 a lime wedge on her stirrer. “This could bethe important part of my book.”
“She seduced36 him?”
“Or maybe it was the other way around. I can’t even say for sure somethinghappened. But the way those two related wasn’t exactly mother-son. I nevernoticed until I started spending all that time with them. It took a while tonotice Mrs. D being odder than usual.”
“What’d she do?”
“She was no great shakes as a mom. With Billy and Nora she was distant. Butwith Brad—maybe she figured, technically37, because Brad was an adopted cousinand not her son…still, he was fourteen and she was a grown woman.”
“Hip rubs and cleavage?” I said.
“Some of that but usually it was more subtle. Private smiles, little looksthat she’d sneak38 in when she thought no one was watching. Occasionally I’dcatch her brushing his arm and he’d touch her back. Nora and Billy didn’t seemto notice. I wondered if I was imagining it, felt like an alien dropped onPlanet Strange.”
“How did Brad react?”
“Sometimes he’d pretend not to be aware of what she was doing. Other timeshe’d clearly be liking39 it. There was definitely some kind of chemistry goingon. How far it went, I don’t know. I never told anyone, not even my friends. Whothought in those terms, back then?”
“But you were grossed out.”
“I was,” she said, “but when Amelia’s own kids didn’t seem bothered Istarted to wonder if I was seeing things.” Small smile. “Being fortified40 bypuffs of an illegal herb fed my doubts.”
“Amelia was seductive,” I said, “but she sent Brad out of state.”
“Several times. Maybe she wanted him out of the picture so she could dealwith her own impulses? Would you call that a psychological insight?”
“Sure would.”
She smiled. “Maybe I should be an analyst41.”
“How many times is ‘several’?”
“I’d say three, four.”
“Because he’d gotten into trouble.”
“Those were the rumors42.”
“Did the rumors get specific?” I said.
“Your basic juvenile44 deliquency,” she said. “Do they use that term anymore?”
“I do. What’re we talking about, theft, truancy45?”
“All that.” She frowned. “Also, some people in the neighborhood had petsthat went missing and there was talk Brad was involved.”
“Why?”
“I honestly don’t know, that’s just what was said. That’s important, isn’tit? Cruelty to animals is related to being a serial46 killer47, right?”
“It’s a risk factor,” I said. “When was the last time Brad was sent away?”
“After Amelia gave up on the band. Not right after, maybe a month, fiveweeks.”
“What convinced her to quit?”
“Who knows? One day she just called up Mother and announced that there wasno future for popular music. As if she’d made the choice. What a loon48.”
“And soon after that, Brad was gone.”
“Guess she no longer needed him…now that we’re talking about it, I realizehow bad it must’ve been for him. Used and discarded. If he was bothered, hedidn’t show it. Just the opposite, he was always calm, nothing got to him.That’s not normal, either, is it? Would you be my psychological consultant49?”
“Get a contract and we’ll talk. What about Captain Dowd?”
“What about him?”
“Was he involved in the band?”
“He wasn’t involved in anything I ever saw. Which wasn’t that different frommost fathers in the neighborhood. But they were gone because of work. CaptainDowd lived off inheritance, never held down a job.”
“How’d he spend his time?”
“Golf, tennis, collecting cars and wine and whatever. Lots of vacationsabroad. Or, as my mother called them, ‘grand tours.’”
“Where?”
“Europe, I guess.”
“Did he travel with his wife?”
“Sometimes,” she said, “but mostly it was by himself. That was the officialstory.”
“Unofficially?”
She played with her glass. “Let’s put it this way: once I overheard Fatherjoking to a golf buddy50 about how the captain had joined the navy to be close toboys in tight blue uniforms.”
“He traveled with young men?”
“More like traveled to find young men.”
“The rumor43 mill,” I said.
“Keeps the grass green,” she said.
“Captain Dowd being gay was public knowledge?”
“If my father knew, everyone did. He seemed like a nice enough man—thecaptain. But not much of a presence. Maybe that’s why Amelia flirted with everyone.”
“Including Brad,” I said.
“I guess they were all crazy,” she said. “Does that explain what happened?”
“It’s a start.”
“That’s not much of an answer.”
“I’m still figuring out the questions.”
Amber eyes hardened and I thought she’d come back with a sharp retort.Instead, she stood and smoothed the front of her trousers. “Gotta run.”
I thanked her again for her time.
She said, “I know you were snowing me about keeping an open mind, but I’dlike to call you if a hot property comes up. Something really worth your while,it’s a terrific time in the market for someone in your position. How about aphone number?”
I gave her a card, paid for the drinks, and walked her to her silverMercedes roadster.
She got in, started up the car, lowered the top. “I’ll probably never do abook, hate writing. Maybe a cable movie.”
“Good luck.”
“It’s strange,” she said, “after you called, I tried to make sense ofit—looking back for something that could’ve predicted it.”
“Come up with anything?”
“This is probably irrelevant—I’m sure I’m reading all kinds of crazy thingsinto insignificant51 stuff. But if what they’re saying about what happened tothose people is true…the gory52 details, I mean…”
“They’re true.”
She drew a compact from her purse, checked her face in the mirror, tampedher hair, put on a pair of sunglasses. “Mrs. D had this routine she’d gothrough. When we goofed53 off during rehearsal20, which was often, and she lost herpatience but was trying not to show it because she wanted to be one of thegang. Like Mama Cowsill or Shirley Jones.”
“Cool mom,” I said.
“As if that’s ever possible…anyway, what she’d do is start clapping herhands to quiet us down, then she’d make like she was the Red Queen—from Alice in Wonderland. Thefirst few times she announced it. ‘I am the Red Queen and I will be obeyed!’Eventually we caught on. Whenever she clapped it was going to be a Red Queenroutine. Which consisted of her spouting54 lines like ‘I’m five times richer andcleverer than you,’ or ‘What use is a child with no meaning?’ I took it forjust another of her eccentricities55, but maybe…”
She went silent.
“Maybe what?”
“This will probably sound literal to you. After spouting all this LewisCarroll stuff, she’d scrunch56 up her eyebrows57 and cackle and raise a finger inthe air and start waving it around. Like she was testing the wind. If we stillweren’t paying attention—which we usually weren’t—she’d let out this honkingnoise, could’ve been a man’s it was so deep. Then she’d make goofy eyes andshake her chest like a stripper gone berserk. She was big up there, it wasridiculous.”
Running her hands over her own narrow torso.
“Finally, if we still weren’t toeing the line, then she’d lower her handlike this, and run it across her throat and place both hands on her hips58 andscream, ‘Off with your heads!’ It was silly but creepy, I hated when she didit. Nora and Billy didn’t seem to care.”
“And Brad?”
“That’s the thing,” she said. “Brad used to smile. One of those privatesmiles. Like it was a private joke between him and Amelia. You know about hishobby, right? He was really into it back then. Had all kinds of knives, used tocarry knives around. I never saw him hurt anyone and he was never threatening.At least not to me. So it probably means nothing—Amelia with her hand over herthroat.”
I said nothing.
Elise Van Syoc said,” Right?”
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