cooperation and got on with the routine work.
The public address announcer told the crowd: âAn emergency situation has arisen which necessitates the postponement of the game until further notice. Fans are asked to leave the stadium in an orderly manner. Keep your ticket stubs and you will be able to exchange them for a ticket to another game in the future.â
The announcement caused a great rush for the doors, many of the fans fearing an imminent bomb explosion or some other disaster. However, the ushers and stadium security people managed to keep the wholesale rush from the stands in some kind of order. Radio and TV commentators and the rest of the media tried their best to discover what was happening, but nobody on the field or in the Yankee dressing room would talk to them. The Las Vegas clubhouse was barred, the players still on the field, and all of them silent when reporters tried to talk to them. Finally the reporters just gave up, and the TV and radio broadcasters signed off in frustration at the unsolved mystery.
Tabby had been shot in the back of the head while he had been standing at the urinal, just after zipping up. It would appear he had no inkling of an assailant in the room. The bullet hole looked as though it had been fired by a small-bore handgun, likely a .22. Since the clubhouse man had suffered wounds from a similar gun, it would seem the gunman had used a silencer, preventing Tabby from hearing the first shots.
Clarence âHappyâ Jefferson, the clubhouse man, was still alive but unconscious at a New York hospital, where a policeman was standing by to guard him and communicate any changes.
Again, Sparky Hooper was a busy man dealing with media questions and requests, when he had nothing he could tell them.
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When things were sorted out a bit, the New York Police departments were cooperating with the FBI who assigned about a dozen agents to the job. Mike Malone, accompanied by George Halverson, both in shock, had flown east to New York in Mikeâs company jet late in the evening, and Molly and Larry Henderson joined them for breakfast in Mikeâs hotel suite. Jeff Turnbull also joined them. He looked exhausted, having been up all night.
âIf thereâs fault to be found, itâs mine,â Turnbull said contritely. âThe killer got Tabby in the one area of the stadium I never would have thought to place a security man. The police are still trying to find out how somebody got in there and out again without being seen. There were about sixty thousand people in that stadium plus the hundreds of staff people, but nobody saw a thing.â
âLetâs not talk about fault,â replied Mike. âLetâs just get the guy and whoever else is involved. You said you had a man following this Trenowski or whatever his name is. How come he wasnât followed to the stadium, and how come he hasnât been picked up?â
âWould you believe he lost his shadow on the way to the stadium? Our guy still doesnât know how. A momentâs inattention, I guess. It happens. The New York and LA cops are looking for him this morning.â
At that moment, the meeting was interrupted by a phone call for the FBI agent. âExcuse me,â he said, and took the phone at the other end of the room. The others could clearly hear his end of the conversation. âBoth of them? How did Trenowski get back to LA that fast?â¦. Take them both in and hold them until the LA force can pick âem up and take them thereâ¦. I know, Currieâs gonna holler like a wounded hound dog for his lawyer. Tell him he canât see him until I give him permission. That ought to give him plenty more to yell aboutâ¦. Charge Trenowski with Murder One for now. Just tell Currie heâs being held for questioningâ¦. Yeah, I know he wonât like it. Thatâs too bad. Iâll see you at Los Angeles police headquarters. Iâll leave as soon as I can get
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