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He went straight to the squadroom. Mickey Cohen was vilified on the walls: cartoons of him stuffing cash in Sheriff Biscailuz’ pockets, cracking a whip at a team of sled dogs in LASD uniforms, poking i
There were six cabinets full of them: musty folders stuffed with occurrence reports, mugshots clipped to the first i
Most of the stuff was homo.
The Broadway Department Store on Hollywood and Vine had a fourth-floor men’s room known as “Cocksucker’s Paradise.” Enterprising deviants had bored holes through the walls of the toilet stalls, enabling the occupants of adjoining shitters to get together for oral copulation. If you parked on a Griffith Park roadway with a blue handkerchief tied to your radio aerial, you were a queer. The corner of Selma and Las Palmas was where ex-cons with a penchant for anal rape and young boys congregated. The Latin inscription on the Pall Mall cigarette pack—”In Hoc Signo Vinces”—translated as “With this sign we shall conquer”—was a tentative means of homo identification—a sure thing when coupled with wearing a green shirt on a Thursday. The muscular Mex transvestite who blew sailors behind Grauman’s Chinese was known as “Donkey Dan” or “Donkey Danielle” because he/she possessed a thirteen-inch dick. The E-Z Cab Company was run by homos, and they would deliver you a boy, queer smut films, extra KY Jelly, be
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Four hours in, four cabinets down. Da
This set of files was in some kind of order—”No Arraignments,” “Charges Dropped” or “Check Agst. Future Arrests” stamped on the front of each folder. Da
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Bedspreads wet from fucking.
A naked blond man catching his breath, veins pumping in his legs.
Zoom-in shots of awful insertions.
“It’s for the investigation.”
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Cop to voyeur and back again.
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The night was damp and chilly, hinting of rain; music echoed through the Marmont’s i
Chimes sounded; the door opened. A small man with a short dark beard and perfectly layered thin hair stood there. He was wearing a tuxedo with a tartan cummerbund, dangling a brandy snifter against his leg. Da