Three o’clock in the morning we start punching doorbells, with the suitcases in a Black Maria, trying to find Ann, and I couldn’t remember the last name. So the next day they send up to pick me up and help me find a place and job.
Mr. Hubert. When you say “they”——
Mrs. Rich. Meaning the police department of Dallas.
Mr. Hubert. What particular individuals?
Mrs. Rich. I don’t recall exactly who sent them up. I cannot remember the guy’s name. Really. I don’t believe he is any longer with them, I understand.
Mr. Hubert. In any case, some person from the police department came to get you the next day?
Mrs. Rich. Yes. Subsequently, one Mr. Paul Rayburn, detective, juvenile, came to pick me up, along with his partner, Detective House. Well, we managed to find a place to live. And Paul suggested he had a friend. And did I know anything about bartending; well, I did.
Mr. Hubert. What place did he find you to live in? Do you remember the address?
Mrs. Rich. No; I don’t. It was a rooming house. Actually, it was a private home more or less cut into small apartments. I believe it was a three-room apartment.
Mr. Hubert. And how long did you live there?