CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Tyrone chauffeured them to the public library. Marvia and Lindsey went through valley phone books. There were a wealth of Roberts, too many by far to be useful without a task force which they didn’t have.
But they found a listing for Joachim K. Doenitz in Van Nuys. Lindsey said, “How much do you want to bet that the K stands for Karl?”
Marvia said, “I don’t want to bet. What do you want to do?”
“Beard the lion in his den. Let’s head for Van Nuys.”
They took the San Diego Freeway northward, cut through the Hollywood Hills, left the smoggy Los Angeles Basin in favor of the smoggy San Fernando Valley. Tyrone Plum drove. The day was miserable. It was raining out, another of those Gulf of Alaska storms that were drenching the state of California. Even though the air was
