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VELYN CHRISTEL， a slim woman of forty-one with short blon，
hair， eased her brown Pinto from Van Nuys Boulevard into th
rush-hour crawl of the Ventura Freeway and headed east. Sh
squinted into the sun， which had just cleared the snow-covered Sat
Gabriel Mountains on the far horizon straight ahead.
It was 8 A.M.， Friday， February 25， 1977， clear and bracing--ore
of the chilliest mornings of the brief， subtropical Los Angeles winter
Evelyn s drive would take thirty-five minutes if she was lucky
forty-five minutes if she was not. Like thousands of logs glutting a river
the traffic crept past Bullock s and I. Magnin， Coldwater Canyon Ave-
nue and Laurel Canyon Boulevard. Twenty miles an hour， then fifty，
then ten.
Evelyn negotiated a careful merge with the southeast-bound Hol-
lywood Freeway. Universal Studios on the left. Cahuenga Pass through
the scrubby hills， green from the winter rains. Hollywood Bowl on the
right.
Off the freeway at Vine. South on Vine down the hill， stop-and-go，
through Central Hollywood. The Capitol Records Tower. TAV Celeb-
rity Theater Presents the Merv Griffin Show. Art City.
Vine becomes Rossmore at Melrose. Along Rossmore， gently
curving， past the Wilshire Country Club and the grand old homes of
Hancock Park， all the way to Wilshire Boulevard. A long light， then
across Wilshire to lhe stone gates of Fremont Place， an elegant and very
private residential enclave. Another wait while the guard located Eve-
lyn s name on his list. Over the speed bump， around the corner to the
right， and into the driveway of the first house， 97 Fremont Place West，
where Evelyn s employer， Cliff Robertson， the motion-picture actor，
was in temporary residence.
Evelyn might have preferred a commute as short as those during
Cliff s previous extended visits to Los Angeles. He had rented houses
in Coldwater Canyon and Brentwood， which were much closer to her
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