Something drew my mind back to something Rivers had told me in 1945; the only place he ever felt at home was at his grandmother's cabin in Mariposa. Could that be where he'd been living? I thought it was worth going to check out. I told Sharkey about it and he let me use his personal helicopter and pilot for the day.
Mariposa was roughly 160 miles from Monterey, but we made it there in no time, landing at a small airport. I went inside the terminal to consult a phone book.
There were two female Rivers' in the book...