As it turned out, Stanley did have the nerve to do it, and he quickly left town after taking all of the money he could find in the room, not just the cash that was sewn into Leo’s valise. He was not sure exactly what prompted him to look through every drawer, every pocket and every piece of Leo’s belongings, but he did it and managed to secure a total of five hundred and eighty-five dollars. Afterwards he would realize that he was angry at how he had been used, his talent with metals corrupted by a criminal and turned into something bad. That act had now made it necessary for him to abandon his father and a relatively simple life, making him into a fugitive. He would understand later that he was scared about the future and that the money made him feel at least a little bit more secure. In the moment though, rifling through the room at the Mayfair, he just did what felt right and that was to take all of the cash he could find. Right before he left he paused at the door, reached into the small burlap sack in which he had collected all of the money, and put a twenty dollar bill on the table for Leo. That way he was not leaving him totally broke.
Leo healed slowly at the hospital, experiencing a few complications in the days immediately after Stanley left which had the result of denying the police the opportunity to talk to him. In the moments he was awake and lucid Leo spent most of his time thinking about how angry he was with Lester and planning out a way to get back at him. He knew that although the police were currently cutting him some slack due to doctor’s orders, that this would change soon enough and legal trouble could follow. The remainder of his time was spent doing more reading on civil engineering, his books and other personal belongings having been brought to his room when the hotel officially kicked him out. Upon the delivery of his property he had soon figured out that all of his money, save the twenty dollars, was gone but he had kept his own counsel about that issue. It was something he would deal with later. It was January 3, 1927 when a detective, different from the one who had first spoken to him, next sat down for an extended discussion with Leo.
“Feeling better?” the detective, a heavy-set, green-eyed and balding man in a black suit, asked.
“Well, a little but not much. I’ve had some other issues.” Leo had decided he was going to play out his injuries for all they were worth, trying to gain extra time to effect some kind of an escape.
“Yes, we were told, but they say you are now healing up pretty quickly.”
“We’ll see,” Leo replied slowly, trying to look as feeble as possible.
The detective went over his story again, pressing him for more personal details and not being as easily dissuaded as the last officer. After a few minutes of verbal sparring about this the detective closed his notebook.
“Look Leo, you’re going to have to start being straight with me. I’m going to track down the info on you and something tells me it’s not going to be all charity work and honest employment.”
“You have such little faith in me?”
“I’m not new to this game. Besides, the Bakersfield PD already called down and want to speak with you. That surprise you?”
“What do they think I did?” Leo asked.
“Well, they just said they have some questions for you, that’s all. I guess if they really thought they had something on you, well then they’d be down here to arrest you. But they do definitely want a chance to talk.”
“Hmm, well, I guess I’ll try real hard to get better than,” Leo replied sarcastically.
He feigned drifting back to sleep and the detective left, although not before announcing rather loudly that he would be back soon. Leo did his best to remain in the hospital’s care, coming up with a continuing list of ailments for them to check out, none of which proved to be medically significant. None, except one that is, as a nurse had informed him that they thought he might be a diabetic but a few more tests would be required. As all of this was going on, the questioning by the Pomona police continued and then, one day in late February, a Bakersfield officer accompanied the detective. That interview was difficult for Leo as they did seem to have a good amount of information on his scheme but just not quite enough to arrest him. He did his best to seem cooperative while not giving them any information that could seal his fate, a plan which worked because the Bakersfield officer left with only an admonition to Leo that he had better never return to the city. After that, Leo knew his time was running out and he needed to get at least a little bit of distance away from Pomona.
In his last interview with the heavy-set detective on March 3, 1927, Leo spent most of the discussion stressing that he wanted everything possible done to track down and arrest Lester for attempted murder. Although he could not know where his old partner had run off to, he did provide what information he knew about his time Washington, Hawaii, and California, just in case that helped in finding him. As they were talking a nurse came in, telling Leo that it was time for him to go for the additional diabetes tests, but Leo waved her off stating that he felt fine and did not want to have any more needles jabbed into his body. She protested for a few moments but then withdrew, stating that a doctor would need to come speak with him. Leo then told the detective that he was planning to move to Los Angeles but would stay in touch and be ready to come back once they apprehended Lester. Later that day the doctor did speak with Leo, telling him that it was critical that he take part in the tests as an untreated case of diabetes could be deadly. Leo promised to be more cooperative the next day and then, late that night he packed up his belongings and slipped out of the hotel during a few minutes when there was no one at the nurse’s station.
He checked into a cheap motel on the outskirts of LA the next morning, registering as Leo O’Malley.
…to be continued