His personnel package downtown didn't reveal much, as one of the curious Hollywood Division supervisors who had taken a look at it learned. The supervisor even contacted the civilian employee who had conducted Georgie's background check. He was told that the applicant's parents, Jean and Theodore Adams, were third-generation San Bernardino residents whose forebears were Okies from the great migration of the 1930s. And further, the background investigator said, Georgie had come to them through a county adoption with almost nothing known about his birth mother, a teenage drifter, and nothing at all about his biological father.
The only certainties were that, immediately after graduating from high school in San Bernardino, Georgie Adams had joined the Marines and after his discharge had enrolled at a community college, which he left to join the LAPD. And that was it. The other cops referred to him as "the Gypsy," and he seemed to like the handle.
Georgie's partner, Viv Daley, never questioned him about his ethnicity or asked anything about his shadowy past. She simply said, "It's none of my business. And anyway, I love a mystery."
The surfer cops were attracted to Viv Daley and had tried many times to take her surfing, saying they'd turn her into a "quantum quebee," which she learned from Jetsam was a compliment, meaning a hot surfer chick. But so far Viv had resisted their many invitations to attend the nighttime ragers on the sand, including one that was scheduled for Sunday night at Bolsa Chica Beach, where many firefighters and cops liked to surf.
When she told her partner about the invitation, and her concern that a bunch of boozy surfers might get a bit too aggressive and handsy with any women present, Georgie offered to go with her as chaperone.
He said, "Sis, if any drunken surfer trash put their paws on my bosom buddy, I'll cut out their fucking hearts and feed them to the seagulls."
"'Bosom buddy,"' Viv said. "That's charming, but I don't think I'll be needing a Gypsy assassin as a chaperone."
When Jetsam heard from Viv about Georgie's offer, he informed Flotsam, who said, "Dude, maybe we oughtta like, rethink our rager invite to Viv. The Gypsy might spoil the party if he goes all aggro and starts carving up kahunas."
There'd been persistent rumors ever since he arrived at Hollywood Station that Georgie Adams carried a buck knife on duty in an ankle rig. There had been two known cases in LAPD history of unarmed undercover officers killing assailants with a knife when they were trapped in a deadly situation. The Gypsy was known for his mordant sense of humor, but when he showed his baleful smile and let it be known that he was looking for a chance to be the first uniformed LAPD copper to do it, the others tended to believe he might be serious.
The first time the rumor about the buck knife reached young Lieutenant O'Reilly, he ordered Sergeant Murillo to check it out, and if it was true, to put a stop to it immediately.
"Tell Adams he isn't playing a role in a spaghetti western here," Lieutenant O'Reilly said to his sergeant.
But the desk officer overheard the watch commander's order, and LAPD's jungle wireless went to work immediately. By the time Sergeant Murillo got around to asking Georgie Adams to accompany him to the locker room, the young cop didn't look at all surprised, nor did he question his supervisor about his reason.
"I'm sorry, Adams," Sergeant Murillo said when they were alone in the locker room, "but I've been tasked to find out if you carry a buck knife in an ankle rig, and if you do, to order you to stop doing it."
Silently, Georgie reached down and pulled up both pant legs all the way to his knees. Sergeant Murillo saw no buck knife. What he did see was mottled scar tissue from third-degree burns, and grafts that looked like scorched lumpy egg white, wrapped around Georgie's shins and calves from the top of his six-inch zip-up boots to just below his knees.
"Okay, thanks," Sergeant Murillo said, and left him in the locker room.
When he returned to the watch commander's office, Sergeant Murillo said, "I've spoken with Adams and checked for a buck knife."
"What did you find out?" asked Lieutenant O'Reilley.
"That he earned his Purple Heart," said Sergeant Murillo. "And I'm gonna invite him and his partner to meet me at Hamburger Hamlet for code seven tonight. Where I'll buy them any goddamn thing they want."
Lieutenant O'Reilley never asked Sergeant Murillo about the buck knife again.
Back when Viv Daley and Georgie Adams had first been partnered, Sergeant Murillo had taken her aside in the sergeants' room and said, "I know that Adams is an acquired taste. I was wondering if you're happy working with him?"
Viv Daley said, "Sarge, I wouldn't trade him for anybody at Hollywood Station. When the Gypsy's got your back, a girl couldn't be more safe at a sleepover in the Lincoln Bedroom." Then she added, "Except for when Bill Clinton lived there."