I ran across Fred Ebb in the most surprising of ways this morning while researching the Looking For Mr. Goodbar murder case.
The fellow who was friends with the murderer, who the murderer in fact confessed to, was a guy who knew Ebb and, not sure whether to believe his friend or not, called his other (non-murderous) pal, Fred Ebb, for advice. He flies out to LA to tell Ebb what’s happened. They end up getting in touch with the guy’s therapist who convinced the guy to come back to NY and talk to police, which he eventually did. Crazy stuff.