In Claudia, Fischer found someone to screen his calls and otherwise protect him from the inquiring world. When I phoned her, here's the way the conversation went:
"Hello?" answered the female voice.
"Is Claudia Mokarow there?" I asked.
"Yes, this is she." I told her who I was, that I wanted to speak to Bobby, and asked her to help.
"No, I really can't," she said.
I pressed gently, asking her if Bobby was in town. "No, I'm not able to help you," she said.
"May I come and see you?" I asked. Silence.
More frantic now, my voice rising as I thought of Schaap: "Is he seeing people?" Again, silence. More desperate now, almost a whinny: "Is he in town? Is he anywhere in Southern California?"
"I think I'd better hang up," Claudia said.
Again: "Is he in Southern California?"