“Now tell me what you’ve got,” Mr. Perez said, “that’s worth more than two hundred dollars a day.”
“I told Jay Walt a hundred and fifty,” Ryan said. “Not two hundred.”
“Well, I guess he added on a commission, then.” It didn’t seem to bother Mr. Perez. “What you got?”
Ryan told him that Robert Leary, Jr., first of all, was thirty-five, not sixty; had gone to school in Detroit, briefly, and had married a Denise Leann Watson a few years ago.
“You see,” Mr. Perez said, “I assumed he was an adult back in 1941 when the stock was listed in his name. But he would’ve just been born then, wouldn’t he?”
“We’re getting to that,” Ryan said. He told Mr. Perez that Robert Leary, Jr., was never listed as a resident of 146 Arden Park. But Probate records showed the owner and resident, a man by the name of Allen Anderson, died in 1941 and left his entire estate to his wife and children, with the exception of fifteen hundred shares of common stock, with a value at the time of a dollar a share, that was left to a Robert Leary, a household employee of the Andersons for some twenty years.
“Did the record say what the stock is?”
“I don’t think so. It said other considerations, including stock certificates.”
Mr. Perez nodded. “So it was his father. The stock’s left to him, his son’s born about the time and he reassigns the stock in his son’s name. Pay for his college education, so he won’t have to be a servant like his father. That must be what happened.”
“Well, I don’t know about college,” Ryan said, “but the man you want has spent some time in institutions.” He took folded sheets of paper out of his inside coat pocket and looked at Mr. Perez as he opened them. “I have a friend, he’s with the Detroit police.”
“That’s a good place to have one,” Mr. Perez said.
“I stopped off this morning, made these notes. You ready?”
“I can’t wait,” Mr. Perez said.
“Robert Leary, Jr., also known as Bobby Lear,” Ryan began…
Born in Detroit. Both parents deceased by the time he was ten. Raised in foster homes…
“I can get the names if I need them.”
… attended Cass Technical High School, dropped out, was drafted and sent to Vietnam, where, according to U.S. Army psychiatrists, he suffered a severe nervous breakdown during a mortar barrage near Chu Lai. Leary was hospitalized and returned to duty on a “maintenance dosage” of Thorazine. Evacuated again for treatment and hospitalized for psychiatric disorders in Japan, in Hawaii, and finally at Valley Forge General, Phoenixville, Pennsylvania, from which he was discharged as one hundred percent psychiatrically disabled. Leary was given an honorable discharge, and a guaranteed income for life, and returned to Detroit to begin killing people.
“My,” Mr. Perez said. He was holding his glass, about to take a drink. “That’s what it says?”
“That’s the way I put it down,” Ryan said.
He beat a woman to death with his fists. Her name was Thelma Simpson and she was said to be his girl friend.
Ryan looked up. “Leary was married at the time, but none of the police reports mention his wife.”
Two days later he shot and killed Eugene Bailey, a known dope dealer who Leary believed was fooling around with Thelma Simpson. Leary’s attorney, at the trial, called in V.A. hospital psychiatrists to testify. Leary was declared insane and sent to the state hospital at Northville. Within six months he was judged to be normal and released.
Leary was arrested for armed robbery-charged, along with two others, with the holdup of a savings and loan company-then acquitted when the witnesses, in court, changed their previous testimony and could not make a positive identification of Leary.
Leary was arrested for the attempted murder of Ronnie J. Hughes in a dope pad on Orchestra Place and released on bond. A week later Ronnie J. Hughes was killed in front of a bar on Twelfth Street by an unknown assailant. Three days later the two men who had witnessed the dope-pad shooting were found at the foot of Twenty-third Street near the river; both had been bound and shot through the head at close range.
Leary walked into the Veterans Administration Hospital in Allen Park claiming to be the President of the United States. A week later he checked into the Battle Creek V.A. hospital and remained under observation five days.
Leary shot and severely wounded a man in a bar on Cass Avenue over a ten-dollar gambling debt. The charge was reduced to felonious assault, and Leary was sent to Jackson to serve a three and a half to four. His lawyer appealed, basing his case on Leary’s history of mental illness, and he was transferred to the Ionia State Hospital. Three months later he was released.
Leary shot and killed a man by the name of Teddy “Too Much” Smith in his white Eldorado while Teddy Smith’s three-year-old son, sitting in the front seat, watched.
A police informant who knew Leary said, “Bobby told me one time he never had to worry about going to jail for very long on account he had a act he put on.” The man pointed to his head.
Leary told a state psychiatrist he had probably killed twenty people. Following the shooting of Teddy Smith, he gave the police the names of ten victims after he was promised immunity from prosecution. The police believed he was telling the truth about eight of the victims and closed those cases. Most of the victims lived in Leary’s neighborhood and were involved commercially in narcotics. Few, if anybody, would miss them; especially the police. Leary was brought to trial for the murder of Teddy Smith, was again judged insane, and was committed to the state’s Center for Forensic Psychiatry at Ypsilanti.
In five years of arrests, convictions, plea bargaining, and insanity judgments, shuttling between Jackson and several different state hospitals, Leary spent only a few months at a time in prison. Psychiatrists from Valley Forge General, Jackson, Ionia, Northville, Battle Creek, and the forensic center came to Leary’s trials and hearings during the five-year period and testified repeatedly, unequivocally, that Robert Leary was suffering from paranoid schizophrenia, an essentially incurable mental illness. Finally, making his most recent appeal from the forensic center, Leary insisted he had lied to the psychiatrists in an attempt to make them believe he was insane. He then made a statement that he was, as of now, sane and, in a probate hearing, demanded his release. The jury believed Robert Leary and he was allowed to return to the street. That had been two months ago.
“Mmmm, that’s not so good, is it?” Mr. Perez said. “Sounds like a mean bugger, doesn’t he? Hard to talk to.”
“I’ll tell you something else that’s not so good,” Ryan said. “Somebody’s looking for him besides me. I put an ad in the personals. Robert Leary, Jr., urgent, and a number, phone number. Two different guys called, both saying they’re Robert Leary, Jr., and what do I want to see him about. One of them says he’ll meet me at the Greyhound station nine o’clock. Nobody showed up. At least that I know of. Maybe he did, whoever it is, and got a look at me, my car, and now I’m being watched. I don’t know. One, let’s say, is the real Robert Leary. The other one, I’ve got a feeling he’s looking for Robert Leary, too, and he thinks maybe I can help him.”
“How about his parole officer? You talk to him?”
“Leary, Bobby Lear, isn’t out on parole, he was released, clean.”
“So the assignment, you might say, has taken on a different complexion. Might be a little more difficult than it looked at first, uh?”
“It isn’t that it’s more difficult so much as I’m getting mixed up with people who shoot each other,” Ryan said, “and it’s a little different than what I’m used to.”
“Well, maybe if you had more of an incentive,” Mr. Perez said, in his quiet tone. “I don’t want you to feel I’m pushing you or talking you into continuing, you understand. It’s entirely up to you. I can understand why you might be apprehensive, the fact he’s killed people.” Mr. Perez paused, and for a moment his mouth showed the trace of a smile. “He does sound like a mean son of a bitch, doesn’t he? Bobby Lear.” He took a drink before looking at Ryan again. “But I don’t see why it would be necessary for you to confront him or have any conversation with him. All I’d like you to do is locate him for me. Get on his trail and follow it, anywhere he might have gone.”