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with R&I rap sheets on top. Then, with the sounds of Rhonda’s kitchen puttering barely denting his concentration, he sat back to read and think and scheme, hoping to pull cold facts into some kind of salvation. Duane Richard Rice, quadruple cop killer, grew up in the Hawaiian Gardens Housing Project, graduated Bell High School, had a 136 I.Q. The first of his two arrests was for vehicular manslaughter. While working as a mechanic at a Beverly Hills sports car dealership, he lost control of a car he was test-driving and killed two pedestrians. He ran from the scene on foot, but turned himself in to the Beverly Hills police later that same night. Since Rice possessed no criminal record and no drugs or alcohol were involved, the judge offered a five-year prison sentence, then suspended it on the proviso that he perform one thousand hours of public service. Rice shouted obscenities at the judge, who retracted the suspension and sentenced him to five years in the California Youth Authority Facility at Soledad. While at Soledad, Rice refused to participate in group or individual therapy, studied martial arts and worked in the facility’s auto shop. He was not a disciplinary problem; he formed no discernible “close prison ties.” He was not a member of the Aryan Brotherhood or other institutional race gangs and abstained from homosexual liaisons. Judged to be a “potential achiever, with high intelligence and the potential for developing into a highly motivated young adult,” he was paroled after serving three years of his sentence. Rice’s parole officer considered him “withdrawn” and “potentially volatile,”
but was impressed with his hard work as foreman at a Midas Muffler franchise and his “complete eschewing of the criminal lifestyle.” Thus, when Rice was subsequently arrested on one count of grand theft auto, the officer did not cite him for a parole violation, mentioning in a letter to the judge that “I believe this offender to be acting under psychological duress, deriving from his relationship with the woman with whom he was cohabitating.”
Rice received a year in the county jail, was sent to the Malibu Fire Camp and evinced spectacular bravery during the Agoura brushfires. His parole officer and the judge who tried his case granted him a sentence reduction as a result of this “adjustment,” and he was given three years’ formal county probation and released from custody.
Lloyd put the Rice records aside, and turned to the paper on the girlfriend. Vanderlinden, Anne Atwater, white female, D.O.B. 4/21/58, Grosse Pointe, Michigan, had a file containing a scant three pages. She had been arrested twice for possession of marijuana, receiving small fines and suspended sentences, and three times for prostitution. She was given two years’
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formal probation following her second conviction, and bought her way out of a probation violation on her third arrest by informing on a “suspected auto thief ” to L.A.P.D. detectives. Shaking his head sadly, Lloyd checked the date of Anne Vanderlinden’s dismissed charge against the date of Duane Rice’s G.T.A. bust. Three days from the former to the latter; Vandy had snitched off the man who loved her.
The two remaining stacks of paper read like a travelogue on eerie fraternal bonding, with even eerier informational gaps. Robert Garcia, known during his losing boxing career as Bobby “Boogaloo” Garcia, the “Barrio Bleeder,” had been a fight manager, the owner of a coin laundromat and a hot-dog stand, while his brother Joseph had his occupations listed as “asst. fight manager,” “asst. laundry operator” and “fry cook.” The brothers had been arrested only once, together, for one count of burglary, although they were suspected of having perpetrated others. Once convicted, they were sentenced to nine months’ county time together, and served it together, at Wayside Honor Rancho. At Wayside, the brothers’ antithetical personalities rang out loud and clear. Lloyd read through a half dozen reports by correctional officers and learned that Robert Garcia was disciplined for attempting to bribe jailers into placing his brother in the “soft” tank where youthful inmates who might be subject to sexual abuse were housed, and, that once those bribes were rebuffed, he assaulted two prisoners who spoke jokingly of Joe as “prime butthole.” Released from the disciplinary tank after ten days’ confinement, the Barrio Bleeder then beat up his own brother, telling a psychiatrist that he did it “so Little Bro would get a little bit tougher.” When Bobby was again placed in solitary, Joe set his mattress on fire so that he would be placed on the disciplinary tier, within shouting distance of the brother who protected and abused him. Those facts were eerie, but the absence of facts on the brothers’ last five years was even stranger. Based on Christine Confrey’s description and R&I stats, the late Robert Garcia was obviously the “Shark,” yet he had no arrests for sex offenses, nor was a penchant for sexual deviation mentioned anywhere in his file. Both he and his brother were placed on formal probation after their kick-out from Wayside, and reported dutifully until their probationary term was concluded. Yet there was no mention of employment for either man. Only one fact made sense: listed as the Garcias’ “known associate” was Luis Calderon. Lloyd thought the burgeoning fed investigation into Calderon right before the bank slaughter sent everything topsy-turvy. The connection was there, just waiting to be made.