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Lanie Jacobs faces a major crisis when her cocaine stash and money are stolen. She knows the robber’s identity and suspects Roy Radin is involved. Meanwhile Radin isn’t going to let Lanie’s problems get in the way of The Cotton Club. He keeps working with producer Robert Evans to secure financing for the film, but he clashes with Lanie over her expected role. Then, as the investigation into Radin's murder stalls, a new team of detectives takes over the cold case. Evidence emerges that points to Lanie's connection to the killing – but so far no one is talking. See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Wondery Plus subscribers can binge all episodes of Hollywood and Crime, The Cotton Club Murder, early and ad-free. Join Wondery Plus in the Wondery app or on Apple Podcasts. Lainey Jacobs had a pounding headache. A trip to Vegas with friends on a private jet had been the perfect getaway. But the endless supply of Coke and top-shelf liquor caught up with her. Now all she craved was her own bed and sleep. It was early Monday, April 4th, 1983. Her limo crept through the quiet neighborhood of Sherman Oaks, California,

then stopped in front of her house. Once she was inside, Laney kicked off her shoes. She headed to the nursery to check on her baby, five-month-old Dax. Still fast asleep. Even her nanny, Miriam, hadn't stirred yet. One more task to do before she could crash. One of her distributors was going to drop by later for a pickup. She needed to set aside a stack of kilos from the garage safe. It was quiet as she flipped on the light. Her Mercedes and Porsche sat gleaming in their parking spots. She headed for the storage closet where she kept a hidden safe.

Then she froze. The door to the closet hung open. It was always closed. Lainey raced over and slid open the panel to the safe, then spun the combination. There should have been 11 kilos of coke inside. Instead, it was empty. Lainey sprinted upstairs in a panic. She had another safe in her bedroom hidden inside a wall. But when she flung open her door, her stomach dropped. The door to that safe was wide open too, and $270,000 in cash, also gone. Lainey paced across the room and

rubbed her temples. This was a nightmare. She purchased the Coke from Columbians on the come, which meant they sold it to her without any cash up front. Her job was to sell it and pay them back with a profit. They wouldn't care whether the merchandise was stolen, they just wanted their money. The street value of 11 kilos was almost $900,000 and that wasn't counting the 270 grand. Over a million dollars in drugs and cash. Stolen. Lainey thought hard. She'd have to call Milan Belichossis in Miami.

He'd be livid. Plus, the Colombians needed to be told something. She felt a wave of dread. If Lainey didn't find the culprit and the cocaine, she could end up paying with her life. But Lainey already knew who robbed her, and she vowed to rain down holy hell on him and anyone else involved with this fiasco. Each morning, it's a new opportunity, a chance to start fresh.

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Hollywood and Crime, The Cotton Club Murder on the Wondery app or wherever you get your podcasts. From Wondery, I'm Tracy Patton, along with my co-host, Josh Lucas. And this is Hollywood and Crime, The Cotton Club Murder. In our last episode, sheriff's homicide detectives identified another person of interest in Roy Radin's death, Bill Menser. After Menser was arrested for drug trafficking, Detective Carlos Avila discovered a photograph linking Menser to the location where Roy Radin's body was found. But real evidence was still elusive. Meanwhile, Roy and Laney have struck a tentative deal with legendary Hollywood

producer Bob Evans to co-produce The Cotton Club. This is Episode 3, The Heist. Carlos Avila hangs up his desk phone, then takes a deep breath to fight back his frustration. It's October 1983, almost four months since Roy Radin was found shot to death. Just a couple of weeks ago, Avila thought he was building a strong case against Laney Jacobs and possibly Bill Mincer. He has photos placing Mincer at Roy Radin's body dump site. He knows Mincer rented the limo that picked Laney and Roy up on the night of the murder. And in a search of Mincer's apartment, a car title to a different vehicle surfaced. It was signed by Laney on the day Roy died and transferred ownership to someone named Bob Lowe.

Lowe had been arrested alongside Menser in a recent drug bust. The cherry on top was going to be Menser himself. He had cocaine charges hanging over his head. Avila thought it was a sure bet that Menser would talk to get a plea deal. But then, bam, he got his drug case tossed out for illegal search and seizure. He's a free man, courtesy of his lawyer, Frank Rubino. The same lawyer Laney hired. They can't even talk to Bob Lowe.

His charges were dropped too. Despite the setback, Avila and his partner, Willie On, took the evidence they had to the DA. But that was the call Avila just got. The DA said they don't have enough to build a case. Avila heads over to Ahn and breaks the news. Ahn shakes his head. Both detectives go silent.

They know what this means. It's official. Their case just hit a brick wall. An entire year goes by. New cases crowd Avila gets worse news. Willie Ahn passes away in October of 1984 from a brain tumor. Ahn kept working the case even as he

got sick. He was a good partner and a good cop. Dealt a lousy blow. Avila isn't sure where else to turn. He can't help but think the Roy Radin investigation has died, alongside his partner. Lainey poured three fingers of rum into a glass.

She gulped it down, but the burning liquor did little to ease her stress. Hours had passed since she discovered the break-in, and she'd been on the phone non-stop. First, she called Milan with the disastrous news. His voice had turned icy with anger. Who did it? he demanded. Laney didn't hesitate. It was Tally. Tally Rogers, their once reliable courier, had vanished. Laney's frantic calls to him had gone straight to his answering service, and her nanny Miriam confirmed he had been at the house the previous day. But Laney knew exactly why Tally had betrayed her. Just days before the theft, they'd gotten into an explosive argument. Tally was getting

20 grand a trip to drive the Coke from Miami to LA, but he insisted on a bump to 30 grand. Laney refused and he stormed off in a rage. She figured he'd get over it. She was wrong. Tally was probably holed up somewhere with the stolen product and her money. She hung up from Milan promising that she'd find a solution. In the meantime, he would handle the Columbians. But he expected Laney to find Tally. Otherwise, he said, some unwanted guests could pay her a visit. The Columbians. Laney's next call was to Betty Rogers, Tally's wife. Betty had been part of her Vegas crew, but she'd left the hotel abruptly before Lainey's departure. The timing of it seemed too convenient, but Betty swore Tally hadn't told her anything.

She claimed their marriage was on the rocks. She had no idea where he could be. She claimed their marriage was on the rocks. She had no idea where he could be. Lainey hung up, not believing a word she said. Betty wasn't the only dead end. Nobody, it seemed, had a clue as to Tally's whereabouts. Lainey drummed her fingers nervously. Then a thought struck her.

Tally had been crashing at the Regency, the same hotel where Roy stayed. Since then, they'd become the best of pals, partying and snorting blow together. Roy had to know something, but he was in New York. Laney dialed Roy's Manhattan number. His assistant, Jonathan Lawson, picked up. A few seconds later, Roy said hello. Laney dispensed with any pleasantries. Her voice was tight with panic. She demanded to know where Tally was and if Roy had talked to him. Roy sounded confused, then irritated. He had no idea where Tally could be. Laney told him about the robbery at her house. He seemed surprised

that she kept that much coke there. Come on, Roy. You have to know something. Silence stretched on the other end. When he finally spoke, his voice was cold. I don't know anything about it, Laney. He promised he'd have Jonathan make some calls. Lainey was shaking when she hung up. Roy didn't get it. In her world, stealing cocaine was a crime punishable by death. Somebody had to pay. Lainey was left alone with the cold truth. She needed some real muscle,

someone who could protect her and hunt down Tally, no matter what the consequences. Roy Radin wasn't giving any thought to Laney's meltdown over her robbery. His thoughts were consumed with finding money for the Cotton Club. And Roy knew just who to call. Jose Alegria, chairman of the National Bank of Puerto Rico. They'd met at a party in San Juan a couple years back and had hit it off. Alegria even attended a lavish divorce party Roy threw for himself at Studio 54

after he split from his second wife. Roy had been so hyped about the Evans deal that he phoned Alegria at 3 a.m. He said he'd found the chance of a lifetime. Alegria saw the potential too. He told Roy that a Hollywood film with Robert Evans involved would be a boost for Puerto Rico's economy, especially if it led to the three-picture deal Roy was touting. But $50 million was a stretch. He countered with a guaranteed $35 million in government bonds. Roy was over the moon. He could figure out how to raise more money down the road. Roy phoned Evans with the news. He was just as thrilled. Evans agreed it would be a massive shot in the arm to the budget.

The next step, finalize an agreement for a new film production company co-owned by him and Evans. Roy couldn't wait to meet with him when he got back to L.A. By the end of the month, he'd come back to New York to sign papers with the Puerto Rican bankers. And Roy Radin could officially call himself a movie producer. A few days later, Roy woke up jet-lagged after the flight from New York to LA. He stumbled out of bed and made his way to the door. Jonathan stood there holding a stack of messages. They were all from Laney Jacobs.

Roy shook his head and then rolled his eyes. There was no avoiding her. He picked up the phone and dialed her number. She answered right away, her voice strained with anger. This time she wasn't asking where Tally was. Laney launched straight into an accusation. Now she blamed Roy for orchestrating the robbery with Tally was, Laney launched straight into an accusation. Now she blamed Roy for orchestrating the robbery with Tally. Roy could feel his head throbbing. The woman was unhinged.

He didn't put Tally up to anything, he yelled back. He had some more choice words for her and then said he was done talking. He slammed the phone down. The bedroom door swung open and Jonathan rushed in. He asked if everything was alright. Roy threw out a sarcastic laugh. Laney actually thinks I'm the mastermind behind the robbery now. He could see fear washing over Jonathan's face. Roy knew that Jonathan never cared much for Laney. He told Roy a dozen times that she was a bad influence and clearly involved

in the drug trade. But Roy assured him that it would all blow over once he and Evans confirmed their deal. Laney wouldn't matter anymore. Laney got herself the perfect guard dog. Through a drug connection, she hired a guy named Bill Menser. Menser worked security for Larry Flint, the publisher of an adult magazine called Hustler, after a murder attempt left Flint paralyzed. It didn't hurt that he was a hunk, tall with thick dark hair and a mustache, biceps that threatened to burst through the sleeves of his t-shirt. Menser wasted no time installing new locks and safes at her house.

It wasn't long before he was protecting her in the bedroom, too. Menser brought along his personal posse for good measure. Alex Marti, a stocky bodybuilder from Argentina with a pudgy face and small eyes. Laney found out he was no one to mess with. Laney usually saw him sitting in his car watching her house with a grim expression. Then there was Carl Plazak, another weightlifter and sometime bar bouncer originally from Wisconsin. And a former bartender named Bob Lowe. Tim Whitehead, the drug distributor who was supposed to pick up the stolen kilos,

rounded out the posse. He was one of Milan's employees, someone who she thought she could trust. Milan had managed to put off the cartel so far, but if they didn't get their payments soon, there would be trouble. The next step was sending some of her new security team to various parts of the Southeast in search of Tally Rogers. Between the break-in, managing the business, and being a single mom, Laney felt overwhelmed. The Cotton Club deal had gotten lost in the chaos. She was aware Roy had been working on the financing, but only because Evans kept

her looped in. Roy's silence was infuriating. If he had lied to her about Tally, what else wasn't he telling her? The louse never even said thank you for introducing him to Evans. Laney shook those thoughts from her head. She needed to stay focused. And finding Tally Rogers was her top priority. It's an early February morning in 1987. The L.A. Sheriff's Department headquarters, downtown.

Detective Bill Stoner sits at his desk, sifting through a thick stack of folders. There are four boxes on the floor, overflowing with more files. Each box is marked with a six-digit code and a single letter, Z, for cold case. After three years and eight months, that's what the Roy Radin homicide investigation had become. Detective Carlos Avila had tried his damnedest to keep it going, even after his partner, Willie Allen, died, but he never caught any new leads. Avila eventually put in for a transfer to the FBI Academy. Then the case sat in boxes, gathering dust. But Roy Radin had passionate allies fighting for him.

His sisters, and especially his mother Renee, called and wrote letters pleading for a new investigation. Their efforts paid off. The Sheriff's Department unsolved unit picked up the cold trail. The case was assigned to Bill Stoner, a 25-year veteran with the Los Angeles Sheriff's Department. He's 46, with a calm demeanor and a solid record for solving homicides. His partner, Detective Charlie Gunther, is 57. This will be his last case before retiring. Gunther helped break one of California's most infamous investigations, the Manson family murders. Stoner and Gunther know they have an uphill battle. Their first task is to methodically comb through the Z-files,

looking for fresh ways to work old leads. Laney Jacobs and Bill Mincer remain prime suspects, and Laney finally surfaced. They learn that she's back in Florida, married, again, this time to a retired Coke dealer named Larry Greenberger. Mincer is still kicking around the Los Angeles area. He'd somehow managed to stay out of trouble.

Gunther slides into the chair opposite Stoner's desk. They've both reviewed the files multiple times. They need to strategize. We need to keep Jacobs and Mencer from finding out we've reopened the case. Stoner taps a pen against the desk. Agreed. Second to catch wind of anything, they'll vanish faster than smoke. Stoner and Gunther land on a different approach.

To keep a low profile, they'll contact people on the fringes of the case, those who might hold a small but crucial piece of information. They know that the passage of time is on their side. Anyone who was tight-lipped in 1983 might be willing to talk now. Gunther picks up a photograph from one of the files. They need someone to identify the two men in Mincer's photos from Caswell Canyon. Mincer is divorced from a woman named Deborah Santangelo. Stoner knows that former spouses usually have a lot to say about their exes, but first they need to find her. After weeks of searching, Stoner tracks down her father. He happens to be a big shot teamster.

Maybe he could convince her to talk to the cops. Stoner calls him. Turns out he hates his ex-son-in-law. He'll get Debra to cooperate and make sure Menser doesn't hear a word about it. Hey, Hollywood and Crime fans. It's your host, Tracy Patton. For those of you looking for another Hollywood and crime season to dive into, you should check out Murder in Hollywoodland.

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Join me every week on my podcast, Haunted Canada, as we journey through terrifying and bone-chilling stories of the unexplained. Search for Haunted Canada on Apple Podcasts, Spotify, Amazon Music, or wherever you find your favorite podcasts. Mid-April, 1983. A butler led Roy Radin into the backyard of Robert Evans' estate. Roy almost shook his head in disbelief. Less than two weeks ago, Evans might as well have existed on another planet. Now they were finalizing the deal for their brand new production company. Roy couldn't hide his huge grin. This was the Hollywood Roy always dreamed about, where anything could happen. Evans was out by the pool, basking in the sun,

wearing a silk robe. He pointed to a wrought iron lounge chair. Roy took a seat and launched into the details of their grand plan. How Puerto Rico wanted to roll out the red carpet for their company, maybe even make Evans a professor of film at one of their universities. The Puerto Rican government was even suggesting they build an entire film studio on the island. And the banker, Jose Alegria, had already started putting together the financing. They just needed to draft a contract on their joint venture. Evans waved his hand.

Slow down, cowboy. This is fantastic. But why don't we have a little pick-me-up before we dive in? Roy smiled back at him. Evans wouldn't get any argument from him. Roy reached into his briefcase for a baggie bulging with cocaine. He emptied it out on the nearby table and separated the powder into four straight lines. He and Evans each took a hefty snort. Then it was time to talk business. Evans went into his own details. After The Cotton Club, Evans wanted to do a sequel to Chinatown starring Jack Nicholson, then maybe another Mario Puzo adaptation like The Godfather. Roy was trembling with excitement.

What would his dad, Broadway Al, think about this? His son planning a sequel with Jack Nicholson and another Godfather movie. It was all too much. He put out a thick line and took a hit. Just think about it. This will be our legacy. Then it came time to figuring out the finer details. Creative control and percentage of ownership turned into a battleground. Evans ordered his butler to serve lunch. Later, they retreated inside Evans' den where the verbal sparring continued. Then they had dinner. The champagne flowed. Roy took out more coke. Crumpled up pieces of yellow legal pages with notes were strewn everywhere. Negotiations stretched into the wee hours, then spilled over to the next day.

That's when Evans brought up a name Roy didn't want to hear. Lainey Jacobs. He asked Roy what they were going to offer her. Roy blinked. He remembered a vague conversation he had with Lainey before meeting Evans. Lainey told him she wanted to be in the movie business. He thought it was just the coke talking. And after those insane calls she'd made,

accusing him of conspiring with Tally and stealing her coke and money, Roy wanted nothing to do with her. He told Evans that Laney was just a coke dealer. All she did was make an introduction. Evans took a long pause before he finally spoke. I don't think we need to piss anyone off, Roy. Let's just give her something. Call it a finder's fee.

Then everybody's happy. Roy had gone more than 24 hours without sleep. He was ready to get this deal done. He reluctantly agreed to a finder's fee. After the bank's share of 10% and the finder's fee for Laney, Roy and Evans would split the remaining Cotton Club profits 50-50. The deal was on. It had almost been three weeks since Tally Rogers stole Laney's Coke and cash. Her security squad had just returned from a trip throughout the South looking for Tally, but it was a bust.

Menser told her they were going to firebomb Talley's old house in Tennessee, but that never happened. Then there was a plan to kidnap his mother and hold her hostage. That fell apart too. The closest they got to any action was watching Alex Marty stab his pillow over and over again with a knife. Finding Tally was proving much harder than Laney thought. Roy had to know something, and so far he was playing dumb. But Laney had a secret weapon, and her name was Ana Montenegro. Ana was from Miami.

She'd run in the same circles as Laney and even dated Milan Bellachossis before Lainey met him. But they only recently got acquainted in L.A. thanks to a lawyer they both knew. Ana quickly became a fixture in Lainey's life. She sometimes acted as her assistant and ran errands. At night, they'd dine at hotspots like Spago or La Dome. Ana was 27, dark-haired and attractive. Her voice had a light Spanish accent. Lainey saw a vulnerability and softness in her,

just the sort of qualities that could make Roy loosen up and talk. Ana could be Lainey's eyes and ears on the inside, especially when it came to Tally or the Cotton Club deal. So Lainey dialed Roy's number at the Regency. There wasn't a hint of the rage from her call a week earlier. Her voice oozed with honey, said it was time to catch up. Plus, she had a friend she wanted him to meet. An hour later, she and Anna were at the Regency.

Roy's eyes lit up when he met her. Perfect, Lainey thought to herself. He was smitten already. Lainey slipped Roy an envelope full of cocaine and he handed her a check for $2,500. Later, over cocktails, Anna slid into the circular booth next to Roy. Lainey watched him hang on Anna's every word. Anna seemed just as charmed by Roy. They were clearly hitting it off. Lainey had accidentally played successful matchmaker. Go figure, she thought. But even she had found Rory charming in the

beginning. Mission accomplished. She could wait for intel from Anna, her loyal confidant. Now it was time for Lainey to reclaim her place as a producer on the Cotton Club. Club. Cold cases test the patience of even the most seasoned detectives. Stoner and Gunther know this all too well. It's March 23rd, 1987, almost two months after taking over the Raiden investigation. So far, there have been precious few new leads. Somebody needs to talk. Today, their hopes hinge on Menser's ex-wife, Deborah. The meeting is set at the Beverly Hills Courthouse.

It's close to where she lives. When Deborah arrives, they escort her into an unused office where it's quiet. She's young, about 26, with long blonde hair. Stoner can tell she's nervous. He starts with a few softball questions like where she works and how long she's been in L.A. She answers quietly, her voice a little shaky. He brings up her divorce from Bill Mincer. She tells them that Mincer had run off with some new girlfriend.

Once the girlfriend entered his life, he wore expensive jewelry and drove flashy cars. She's pretty sure this woman even paid for their divorce. Stoner shoots Gunther a look. Maybe the woman was Laney. They ask if she remembers her name. Linda, I think. Linda Jacobs. She had a kid. Debra said she'd found some of Jacobs' clothes at their apartment and brought up her name to Menser. His reaction had been explosive. He demanded that Debra never mention her again.

That confirms it. Linda is Lainey. And it sounds like Lainey and Mincer were romantically involved. Stoner moves on to asking Debra about her ex-husband's business. She admits she doesn't really know much. Mincer ran a limo service, and he worked as a bodyguard for Larry Flint, and Mincer liked guns. They were all over their apartment, always loaded. Now it's time for the big question. Stoner pulls two photographs out of a manila envelope. He slides the first photo across the table to Deborah. One shows Bill Menser with his trademark thick mustache.

He's standing next to a shorter, beefy-looking man wearing army fatigues and holding a shotgun. Stoner asks if she recognizes the other man. Deborah visibly shudders. That's Alex. He was a bodyguard with Bill. Vicious guy. I remember a mutual friend of ours

said he was threatened by him once. Alex seemed like he just got a kick out of violence. Deborah can't remember his last name, but says she can find out. Stoner looks over at Gunther, who's scribbling away on a notepad. From the sound of it, this guy named Alex could be a potential accomplice. Now Stoner hands over the second photograph. This one features a man who's taller, older than Alex. In the photo, he's lining up a shot with a Mac-10 submachine gun.

Deborah identifies him as well. His name is Bill Ryder. He's publisher Larry Flint's brother-in-law. Ryder used to be Flint's head of security. He's the one who hired Alex and Menser as bodyguards. She says he used to live in Woodland Hills. A smile crosses Stoner's face. They've never been this close to identifying both men.

And Bill Ryder is a new name to add to the mix. Someone they need to talk to. When they get back to the station, Gunther starts the lengthy process of locating Ryder. His last known phone number is no longer in service. They'll have to keep looking, but it's a start. The investigation grinds on. Over the next month, another name surfaces, and it's no bit player in the drama. It's the man who robbed Laney Jacobs and disappeared into the ether. Tally Rogers.

Harvard is the oldest and richest university in America. Thank you. And there's much more to come. This is The Harvard Plan, a special series from the Boston Globe and WNYC's On the Media. To listen, subscribe to On the Media wherever you get your podcasts. The month of April was proving to be a roller coaster of highs and lows for Laney. On the one hand, she'd met Evans and launched into a Hollywood film deal. On the other, she'd been ripped off. Her life was put in danger. And today, she found out news that made her blood boil. Laney held the phone to her ear and let it ring.

Roy's assistant, Jonathan, picked up. She didn't bother with any small talk. I need to speak with Roy. Her fingers tapped impatiently against her marble table. What was taking so long? Roy finally answered with a hurried hello. Lainey hissed into the phone. I know what you did, Roy.

You have a letter of agreement on the film deal and you're trying to cut me out. Roy sounded shocked. Did Anna tell you this? Lainey almost laughed. Anna hadn't proven to be much of a spy. She seemed more interested in playing house with Roy. Laney almost laughed. Anna hadn't proven to be much of a spy. She seemed more interested in playing house with Roy.

But let him think what he wanted. He didn't guess she'd heard from Evans himself. Evans was the one who'd been loyal. She couldn't blame him for this. He was just trying to get his movie made. She listened as he stammered his way through an explanation. He tried to justify that the agreement was just preliminary, that Evans was out of town, that they could all discuss this when he got back. Then she cut him off. We're supposed to be partners, Roy, remember? Lainey's voice was rising. She reminded Roy that she was the one who introduced him and Evans.

That his 50-50 deal with Evans needed to include a place for her. And she wanted half of Radin's interest in the production company. She could hear Roy mumbling, trying to form whatever bullshit excuse he could come up with. He finally spit it out. He was willing to give her a finder's fee, 50 grand if she'd just walk away. Lainey's jaw clenched. His offer was a slap in the face. She told Roy this wasn't over and hung up the phone. Lainey could feel tears stinging her eyes. After all she had done for Roy, the introduction, the prime cocaine she sold him at wholesale prices, she even set him up with Anna.

His thanks was lying about the break-in. Then he lied about the Cotton Club. Roy might think he could cut Lainey out, but he was very wrong. Without her, there was no deal. If Roy wasn't careful, he was going to find himself on the outside looking in. Detective Stoner and Gunther have finally found Tally Rogers. The missing drug courier wasn't sipping pina coladas on a tropical beach or floating face down in some Florida swamp. For the last three years, Rogers has been locked up inside one of the most notorious penitentiaries in the country,

Angola State Prison in Louisiana. On May 6, 1987, Stoner and Gunther walk through the prison's heavy metal doors. A burly guard escorts them down a dank hall. The rhythmic thud of his boots bounces off the concrete floor. The detectives both loosen their collars. It has to be close to 100 degrees. The air is thick with shouts, coughs. Stoner and Gunther learned quite a bit about what happened to Rogers. About a year after the robbery, he came out of hiding in South Carolina.

Rogers moved to Louisiana and got involved with a woman who had two children. She accused him of sexually abusing her sons. Rogers protested his innocence, but was found guilty. He's been in jail ever since, serving a 15-year term. The detectives walk into a prison lounge. Tally Rogers sits shackled to a chair, wearing a gray prison jumpsuit. Compared with the photos in the files, he looks a decade older. Harsh lines are etched across his face. His eyes dart around the room. Life on the inside hasn't been kind. This is the man who unwittingly set off a twisted chain of events that led to Roy Radin's murder. Stoner asks how he's doing. Rogers shoots him a look. Yeah, living the dream.

How do you think I'm doing? He wipes the sweat from his face with his free arm. Then Rogers looks up to Stoner and swears he's innocent of the abuse charges. Stoner sidesteps the subject, hoping he can push Tally to talk. It turns out he doesn't need much pushing. He's eager to cooperate. Rogers tells him that he met Laney in Miami in 1981. It turns out he doesn't need much pushing. He's eager to cooperate. Rogers tells him that he met Laney in Miami in 1981 through a friend who got him into the drug racket.

After Laney took over distribution in LA, he became a courier for her and Milan Belichossis. My job was to drive the cocaine out to her from Miami. Picked it up at Milan's and hauled it across country. Did it a couple times a month. Stoner asks if he ever saw Roy buy drugs from Laney. Tally lets out a sarcastic laugh. He said Roy bought from her almost every week,

dropping several thousand dollars at a time, and that Laney always gave him the good stuff at cost. Stoner asks if Tally had any problems with her. Yeah, I had a problem with Laney always gave him the good stuff at cost. Stoner asks if Tally had any problems with her. Yeah, I had a problem with Laney. This whole thing started because she's supposed to pay me 30 grand per trip. She shortchanged me 10 grand each time. A woman has no respect. Stoner and Gunther can still feel his anger after four years.

Stoner leans across the table and asks what happened. I was pissed. So I stole those kilos of cocaine and 270 grand. Then she put a bounty on my head, 50 grand. Rogers says his wife, Betty, had been in Vegas with Laney. He called her and warned her to get the hell out. Then he hightailed it to South Carolina. He sold all the coke, spent most of the money.

Eventually he came to Louisiana, where he found trouble again. Gunther nods, then asks if Roy knew anything about Tally's plan. No, absolutely not. Roy had no idea. Well, I mean, he did eventually, after Laney accused him of it. While Rogers was in hiding, he heard things through his network of contacts. Laney had been furious with Roy. She thought he helped Tally pull off the heist. Stoner underlines the word furious on his notepad. This makes Laney's motive for wanting Roy gone even stronger. He asks whether Laney

ever mentioned Robert Evans, the movie producer. Tally nods his head vigorously. Laney told him that Evans was interested in using drug money to bankroll movies. But when pressed, Rogers couldn't offer

any other information. The detectives wrap up the interview. Before they leave, Rogers expresses remorse over Roy, said he was a good guy who didn't deserve what happened. The guard leads him away in handcuffs. Stoner and Gunther can't wait to escape the hellhole that Tally Rogers now calls home. Jonathan Lawson stepped into Roy's hotel suite in L.A. and sighed.

Empty containers of Chinese food and bottles of Tattinger champagne littered the coffee table. The surface was coated with a fine layer of coke dust. Newspapers and legal pads with notes were strewn everywhere. Jonathan snatched up a notepad with one of Roy's many to-do lists. Things like, set up meeting with Morgan Fairchild for Geniuses play. Revive Mickey Rooney and Donald O'Connor P.I. show. A grin tugged at Jonathan's mouth. Roy had his quirks, but the man's head overflowed with inventive ideas. Usually, Jonathan thrived on his boss's

crazy schemes. He admired how Roy chased impossible dreams. But the Cotton Club deal felt different. A knot of worry had tightened in Jonathan's gut ever since it started. He didn't trust Robert Evans. He was all Hollywood flash. And Lainey operated in her own shadowy orbit. The clock ticked towards noon, but his boss was still passed out in bed with Anna. The two had become inseparable in just a week. Usually, Jonathan would dismiss these whirlwind romances. But since Laney had been the one to introduce Roy to Anna, alarm bells went off in his head. Roy shuffled out of the bedroom in his robe with a handkerchief pressed against his nose. Jonathan grimaced. Roy's nose had been bleeding for several days.

This is all because of the crap Coke Laney sold me. Jonathan grimaced. Roy's nose had been bleeding for several days. This is all because of the crap Coke Lainey sold me. Roy's retaliation had been swift. He instructed Jonathan to stop payment on the $4,000 check for the Coke. It wasn't long before Lainey exploded over the phone. Roy met her fire with fire. Bad Coke equals a bad check, he declared. But Jonathan knew that the subpar coke wasn't the real issue,

just the latest skirmish in the ongoing war over the Cotton Club. He braced himself for more fallout. A week later, the phone rang in their suite. Roy grabbed the call, and when he hung up, his face was drained of color. There had been a break-in at his office in Manhattan. The place had been ransacked. The file cabinet was broken into, papers everywhere. But whoever it was didn't seem to take anything. Jonathan's heart raced.

They were both thinking the same thing. The break-in could be Laney's latest retaliation. By the next morning, Roy was buzzing with frantic energy as he prepared for his trip to New York. Ana Montenegro had spent the night. She watched as Jonathan carefully placed Roy's designer shirts in his suitcase. Roy turned to Ana and told her about his vandalized office in New York and that he thought Laney was behind it. Laney always seemed to know what he was up to. Roy's eyes narrowed as he fixed Anna with an accusing stare.

Jonathan felt the tension hanging in the air. Then Roy just said it. Maybe Anna was the one feeding her information. Jonathan scrutinized Anna's expression, searching for any hint of guilt. But she seemed shocked. I would never tell Lainey anything. She always asks me, but I just play dumb.

Her voice trembled. She warned Roy that Lainy worked directly with the Colombian drug cartel, and Laney's partner was a notorious drug dealer. Roy didn't grasp the seriousness of the situation. The theft from Talley had left Laney exposed. If Roy wasn't careful, Laney could make him the fall guy for all her problems. Roy seemed oblivious to Anna's warning. He said he dealt with problems far worse than a second-rate Coke dealer. But Jonathan's thoughts were racing.

He knew they were in way over their heads. Stoner and Gunther have returned to L.A. after their visit to Talley Rogers at Angola State Prison. They're already diving back into the case files. It's the second week of May, 1987. Stoner looks into Bob Lowe. Lowe is a friend of Menser's. He was arrested alongside him at LAX on cocaine charges back in September 1983. Just like Menser, Lowe avoided prosecution. During a search of Menser's

apartment, Detective Carlos Avila found a purchase slip for a Cadillac. It was made out to Lowe and signed by Laney Jacobs on the very day Radin was killed. Stoner believes Lowe is involved in the murder, but until they have more proof, it's still a guessing game. The linchpin could be Bill Ryder, the guy Mincer's ex-wife ID'd in one of the photos. Detective Gunther's been laser-focused on locating him. He finds out Ryder is a former cop, now living a quiet life in the Midwest. After some persistent calls, Gunther finally gets him on the phone. A few minutes after their phone call, Gunther races over to Stoner's desk. Ryder is not only willing to talk, he's agreed to fly out to L.A.

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