After a restless night's sleep, the investigators arrive at Los Angeles's Mines Field airport. When they look out the window, they see that the buildings have the direction and distance of airports painted on their roofs to guide pilots.
They drive into town through open fields interspersed with clusters of oil derricks.
Frank is dead on his feet, so they get a hotel room at the Hotel Roosevelt. The Hotel Roosevelt is twelve stories tall, which would probably be astonishing to most people, except that the investigators are mostly from New York and therefore jaded. It has a lovely Spanish colonial interior: leather sofas, wrought-iron chandeliers, and a colorful tiled fountain.