A Burning Cold Morning (Part 84)

That conversation was an eye-opener for Amanda of course, even though Leo did not tell her the entire story of his second life or the complete truth about some parts that he did share.  His actual motivation for the disclosure is not known, as he could easily have just stayed silent as he was once again processed through the legal system.  He would have known of course that his arrest was sure to get back to her as she would certainly have been questioned as part of the investigation.  It may also have been that he actually wanted to be the one to tell her instead of her finding out through law enforcement.  It was noted by the officer who was standing nearby that he apologized to his wife twice and even stated that she deserved to have had a better man than him in her life.  

The Daily Journal Fergus Falls MN 26sep1967
The Daily Journal Fergus Falls MN 26sep1967
The Daily Journal Fergus Falls MN 25sep1967
The Daily Journal Fergus Falls MN 25sep1967

At the conclusion of that call Leo was escorted back to his cell and several hours later turned over to the US Marshal service in Denver.   Then, after the completion of all the necessary legal proceedings and paperwork, Leo was taken via train back to Minnesota on October 12, 1967. Arriving on October 14th, he was processed into the Hennepin County jail as prisoner number 12500.  The following day he was interviewed by a detective with the Minnesota Bureau of Criminal Apprehension.  After the usual formalities, the conversation turned to the bank robberies.

“You want to tell me anything about that Grey Eagle job that I don’t already know?” The agent, a tall and angular man with bushy brown eyebrows and deeply set blue eyes, peered at Leo over a stack of reports in his hand as he spoke. 

“Probably not.  I can’t believe I got picked up.  I was almost in the clear, damn it!”  Leo’s voice was terse and bitter although he shook his head in resignation after that outburst.  “I’ve been free for a long time, long time.  Damn sad way for it all to end.”

“So, what else have you been up to all of these years Humbert?”

“You know, you just go ahead and look it up.  I’ve been a respectable business man.  You cops can’t just let a man go, can ya?  Always chasing our shadows around, can’t let a man be free to earn a living.”

“None of us have been chasing you around Humbert.  And I seriously doubt that a couple recent bank jobs are the total of your transgressions since you got out of Stillwater,” the agent replied in a condescending tone.  “How many banks has it been?”

“Listen, you can keep all of those damn fantasies to yourself.  I’m stuck here now and I’m sure you all are going to find a way to pin those jobs on me.  But that ain’t what I’m worried about.”  Leo sat back in his chair, sweat beading up on his forehead and a slight tremor running through his body.

“You ok there?” the agent asked, “you look a bit pale.”

It took several moments for Leo to compose himself and when he did reply it was with a shaky voice. “You’ve got a bigger problem I’m telling you, a bigger problem.  There’s a crazy clockmaker out there, running free, and now I’m going to rot in prison instead of being able to find him.  I was on his trail.  I was going to take care of the guy before he killed more people.”  

Leo fell silent after that, his skin turning clammy and eventually he placed his head down on the steel table in the interrogation room.  Despite repeated attempts by the agent to get him to talk again he stayed silent and eventually was walked back to his cell, a guard having to hold him up by one arm.  

Leo remained in that condition all through the 16th of October, unable to get up to eat breakfast that morning.  The agent from the MBCA did return at 11 a.m. that day and tried to resume their conversation.   Leo though just sat sluggishly in the interrogation room chair, unresponsive to questions, even those about the, “crazy and mysterious clockmaker you were going on about yesterday.”  On the morning of the 17th he called out to a guard, stating that he needed to be taken to a doctor.  When the man approached his cell, Leo stated that he was diabetic and having an attack, demanding to be taken to a hospital.  It was fairly obvious that he was in some kind of distress; however, the guard had not been made aware of any potential medical issue with Leo.  He did go and confer with his superiors and about an hour later the jail commander walked down to Leo’s cell. 

“What’s your beef, Humbert?  You think you need a doctor?”

“I already told them, I’m diabetic.  I need a hospital.”  Leo’s voice was faint, his breath labored and heavy. 

“You know, I looked through all of your records that they brought us.  Ain’t nothing in there about you being a diabetic.  Seems to me like there would be, don’t ya think?”

“I never, I, I didn’t mention it most of the time.  But you look, you’ll find it in there.  I’m sure it’s in there somewhere, you just aren’t looking in the right place.  But I really need to go to the hospital.  I’m gonna die.”

“Yeah well, I’ll tell you one thing I do know Humbert.”  The officer rapped on the bars of the cell with his hand.  “You escaped from Stearns County, you and that other fella.  Maybe you’re just looking for a little ride outta here, get away from the jail, and then you take off.  Seems like an easier plan that all that sawing you went through in Stearns.” 

“I’m not running damn you, I’m just sick.”

“Well, I’ll tell ya what Humbert.  I’ll see about getting a doctor in here to take a look at ya.  But you won’t be leavin’ my jail, I’ll guarantee ya of that.”  As he walked away the jail commander chuckled under his breath and promptly forgot about Leo’s request.  

…to be continued

A Burning Cold Morning (Part 83)

1963 Oldsmobile Starfire
1963 Oldsmobile Starfire

He headed toward Denver, although it is unlikely that he planned to stay there for very long.  Perhaps he was planning to ask Tracy to go somewhere with him or maybe he just wanted to see her one more time.  That is one of those facts which will never be known.  One thing we do know is that Leo, who owned two vehicles, actually took the time to steal an Oldsmobile Starfire from an alleyway in Minneapolis before setting out on his journey.  He later on commented that he did it on impulse, feeling as though he might not have much time left as a free man.  He managed to make it to Kearney Nebraska in that vehicle without any trouble and checked in to the Midway Hotel there on September 20, 1967.  After a light dinner Leo returned to his room, setting down his fedora on the sofa just before suffering a severe diabetic incident.  

Midway Hotel Kearney Nebraska
Midway Hotel Kearney Nebraska

It is likely that he would have died right there on the floor of his room at the Midway if not for the lucky intervention of Doctor Timothy Sanibar.  Leo’s attack caused him to collapse onto the floor and in so doing he knocked a lamp off the side table, which crashed to the floor with the bulb shattering upon impact.   Doctor Sanibar was walking past the door of Leo’s room just as this occurred and heard the noise.  After knocking on the door twice and receiving only a faint moan in response, he opened the door to find Leo on the floor and semi-conscious.  Unsure of the exact nature of the condition, the doctor shouted for help, which brought a man from the room across the hall over to assist him.  They carried Leo to the doctor’s car and then whisked him away to the hospital.  

Although Leo’s condition was critical when he arrived, the medical staff managed to stabilize him and by mid-day on the 21st he was feeling better.  He did cooperate with the staff and appeared to be taking part in the plan they were working on to properly treat his diabetes.  Internally though, he had a different plan and on the morning of September 23rd Leo snuck out of the hospital and stole a vehicle from the parking lot of a local department store.  

Leo was, of course, not exactly recovered fully from his attack and found himself having some trouble concentrating while he drove.  On at least two occasions he drifted off the road and almost hit trees, swerving back into the traffic lanes and coming close to hitting a few other vehicles.  Those incidents, one near Sterling Colorado and the other outside of Hudson were reported to the local police by several citizens.  Due to the lag time in the reporting though, once a patrol vehicle was dispatched to look into the situations, Leo was much further on down the road.  He drove through Denver and then into the western outskirts where the apartment he had set up for Tracy was located.  Leo was just three blocks away from that address when he saw flashing lights in his view mirrors and then looked down, realizing too late that he was going twenty miles over the speed limit.  Perhaps his caution had left him and he was excited to be so near to the end of this part of his trip.  It is also possible that his medical condition had effected his judgement or that he had lost focus again due to it.  Whatever the reason, the lights were on and he decided to pull over rather than run.

Leo cooperated with the officer who approached his vehicle and attempted to make light of the situation, saying he had to get home because his wife had made dinner and he was running late.  The officer, who played along with the act, was already in possession of some information that made Leo’s arrest almost a certainty.  Unknown to him there was a car theft ring operating in Kearney, one that a long running investigation had finally started to track down.  Those Nebraska thieves were running cars to chop shops in Golden Colorado, which was the municipality in which Loe had just been pulled over.  Due to that on-going investigation and some cooperation between the two police forces, all vehicles reported as stolen in Kearney were also immediately communicated to police in Golden.  Leo’s stolen vehicle had been on the officer’s watch list since he started his shift and he would have been pulling it over even without the speeding offense.  

Leo was in fact arrested and soon after that his outstanding warrants in Minnesota were discovered.  By the evening of September 23rd, as he lay down on a cold steel cot with a very thin jail mattress, he knew that he was facing a significant number of charges.  He thought about many things that night, including all of his past glory, the good times, the women and money, and even spent a little bit of time contemplating his family in Minnesota.  The one thing that he spent the most time on though was Stanley.  Somehow that whole situation bothered him much more than any of his other regrets or remorse.  Leo realized that now, with a long prison term ahead of him and his own health failing, he was not going to be able to deliver the true justice that needed to be brought down upon the Clockmaker.  Stanley had hurt a lot of people, including children, he had betrayed Leo and he was obviously a deranged individual.  It was possible that many more people were going to be hurt, all because Leo had not been able to find Stanley and deliver justice.  That really rankled him and he wondered if there was any way that he could still manage to make that happen.

Leo slept very little that night and refused to eat breakfast the next morning. That day, both tired and resigned to his fate, he listened half-heartedly to the officers and agents who rambled on about all of his outstanding warrants, his crimes, extradition and prison time.  It kind of all seemed like a dream in which he was barely participating, something happening to someone else as he observed it from a remote place.  Leo was not feeling well in general and, although he did not mention it or complain, it is noted on his processing records that, “a medical examination should be done at the earliest possible opportunity.” 

On the morning of the 25th Leo, who up to that point had not bothered to call anyone including a lawyer, asked for the use of a phone.  Once he was sitting in front of it he just stared ahead, eyes squinted up a little bit and a frown on his face.  Then, just as the officer who was observing was about to tell him to make the call or be taken back his cell, Leo lifted the receiver and dialed.  It rang twice before a woman picked up.

“Hello Amanda.  It’s Leo.  There are some things that I have to tell you.” 

…to be continued…