Part 305 (2/2)

Michael thought. But it was particularly satisfying when he turned one

up whose name was on the list.

She had used Brian's money to move out of her dingy little flat and into

bigger, more comfortable quarters in Chelsea, where she'd lived from

1968 to 1971, until she'd bought the house on King's Road. For the

better part of '70, she'd had a flatmate, a struggling pub singer named

Blackpool.

Wasn't it interesting, Michael thought as he rubbed eyes dead-dry with

strain, that while the McAvoys had been living in the hills of

Hollywood, Jane Palmer had been playing house with Blackpool?

Blackpool who had been at the McAvoys' party that night in early

December?

And odd, wasn't it just a bit odd, that Jane hadn't mentioned the

connection in her book? She'd dropped every name that could have made

the slightest ring, but Blackpool, an established star by the

midseventies, didn't rate a footnote. Because, Michael concluded,

neither of them wanted the connection remembered.

McCarthy stuck his head in the door. ”Christ, Kesselring, you still

playing with that thing? I want some dinner.”

”Robert Blackpool was Palmer's live-in lover from June of '70 to

February of '71.”

”Well, call out the wrath of G.o.d.”

Michael slapped a file in McCarthy's hand. ”I need everything there is

to know about Blackpool.”

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