The Harry Bosch Novels Vol Ii Part 117

"My information is that there was no watch or wallet on the body."

Bosch looked at the reporter. He was not a TV man. Bosch could tell that by his rumpled suit. And it did not appear that he was from the Times Times because Keisha Russell was already in the room. Bosch didn't know who he was but he had obviously been leaked the information on the watch and wallet. because Keisha Russell was already in the room. Bosch didn't know who he was but he had obviously been leaked the information on the watch and wallet.

Irving paused as if deciding on how much to reveal.

"Your information is correct but incomplete. Mr. Elias apparently left his watch and wallet in his desk when he left his office last night. The property was found there today. Of course, that does not preclude attempted robbery as a motive for this crime but it is too early in the investigation and we know too little to make such an a.s.sumption at this time."

Keisha Russell, ever the cool one, had not joined the shouting for attention. She sat calmly with her hand raised, waiting for the others to run out of things to ask and for Irving to call on her. After Irving fielded a few more repet.i.tive questions from the TV people he finally called on her.

"You said Mr. Elias's property was found in his office today. Have you searched his office and, if so, what if anything is being done to safeguard the attorney-client privilege that Mr. Elias shared with his clients, all of whom are suing the agency that conducted the search of the office."

"Good question," Irving replied. "We have not conducted a full search of the victim's office for the very reason you just mentioned. That is where Inspector General Entrenkin comes into play. She is reviewing files in the victim's office and will turn them over to investigators after she has vetted them for any sort of sensitive information that could possibly fall under attorney-client privilege. This review process was ordered earlier today by the judge who issued search warrants for Howard Elias's office. My understanding is that the watch and wallet were found in or on the victim's desk, very much as if he had simply forgotten them last night when he left work. Now I think that will wrap things up here. We have an investigation to focus on. When there are any further updates we will -"

"One last one," Russell called out. "Why has the department gone to twelve and twelves?"

Irving was about to answer but then looked back at the chief of police, who nodded and stepped back to the podium.

"We want to be ready for any eventuality," he said. "Going to twelve-hour s.h.i.+fts puts more officers on the street at any given time. We believe the citizens of this city will remain calm and give us time to conduct our investigation, but as a safety precaution I have inst.i.tuted a readiness plan that includes all officers working twelve hours on and twelve hours off until further notice."

"Is this the civil disorder response plan that was drawn up after the last riots?" Russell asked. "When the department was caught flat-footed because it had no plan?"

"It is the plan drawn in nineteen ninety-two, yes."

He was about to step away from the podium when Russell tossed another curveball.

"Then you are expecting violence."

It was said as a statement, not a question. The chief returned to the microphones.

"No, Miss, uh, Russell, I am not expecting that. As I said, this is merely precautionary. I am expecting the citizens of this community to act in a calm and responsible manner. Hopefully, the media will act in the same way."

He waited for one more response from Russell but this time got none. O'Rourke moved forward and leaned in front of the chief to get to the microphones.

"Okay, that's it. There will be copies of Chief Irving's statement down in media relations in about fifteen minutes."

As the reporters slowly filed out of the room Bosch kept his eyes on the man who had asked the question about the wallet and watch. He was curious to know who he was and what news outlet he worked for. At the logjam at the door the confluence of people brought the man side by side with b.u.t.ton and they started talking. Bosch thought this was odd because he had never seen a print reporter give a TV reporter the time of day.

"Detective?"

Bosch turned. The chief of police was standing to his side with his hand out. Bosch instinctively shook it. He had spent nearly twenty-five years in the department to the chief's thirty, yet they had never crossed paths close enough to speak to each other, let alone shake hands.

"Chief."

"Good to meet you. I want you to know how much we are counting on you and your team. If you need anything don't hesitate to contact my office or to go through Deputy Chief Irving. Anything."

"Well, at the moment I think we're okay. I appreciate the heads-up on the bureau, though."

The chief hesitated but only for a moment, apparently discarding Bosch's gripe as unimportant.

"That couldn't be helped. I wasn't sure the bureau was going to become involved until shortly before we started the press conference."

The chief turned and looked for the FBI man. Spencer was talking with Irving. The chief signaled them over and introduced Bosch to Spencer. Bosch thought he caught a glimmer of disdain on Spencer's face. Bosch did not have a positive record over the years in his dealings with the FBI. He had never dealt directly with Spencer but if he was a.s.sistant special agent in charge of the L.A. field office, then he had probably heard of Bosch.

"How are we going to work this, gentlemen?" the chief asked.

"I'll have my people a.s.sembled and here at eight tomorrow morning, if you like," Spencer said.

"Excellent. Chief Irving?"

"Yes, that will be fine. We will be working out of the conference room next to my office. I'll have our team there at eight. We can go over what we've got and take it from there."

Everybody nodded except Bosch. He knew he had no say in the matter.

They broke up and headed toward the door the chief had come through. Bosch found himself next to O'Rourke. He asked him if he knew who the reporter was who asked about the watch and wallet.

"Tom Chainey."

It almost rang a bell with Bosch but not quite.

"He's a reporter?"

"Not really. He was with the Times Times a lot of years ago but now he's TV. He's Harvey b.u.t.ton's producer. He's not pretty enough to go on camera. So they pay him a ton of money to get scoops for Harvey and to tell him what to say and ask. To make him look good. Harvey's got the face and that voice. Chainey's got the brains. Why do you ask? Is there something I can do for you?" a lot of years ago but now he's TV. He's Harvey b.u.t.ton's producer. He's not pretty enough to go on camera. So they pay him a ton of money to get scoops for Harvey and to tell him what to say and ask. To make him look good. Harvey's got the face and that voice. Chainey's got the brains. Why do you ask? Is there something I can do for you?"

"No. I was just wondering."

"You mean the question about the wallet and the watch? Well, like I said, Chainey's been around. He's got sources. More than most."

They moved through the doorway and Bosch turned left to head back to Irving's conference room. He wanted to leave the building but didn't want to wait for an elevator with all of the reporters.

Irving was waiting for him in the conference room. He was sitting in the same spot he had taken before.

"Sorry about the bureau deal," he said. "I did not know about it until right before. It was the chief's idea."

"So I heard. It's probably the smart play."

He was quiet for a moment, waiting for Irving to make the next move.

"So what I want you to do is have your team finish up the interviews they are involved in now, then everybody gets a good night's sleep, because tomorrow it all starts again."

Bosch had to stop himself from shaking his head no.

"You mean just shelve everything until the bureau shows up? Chief, this is a homicide-a double homicide. We can't just shut it down and start over tomorrow."

"I am not talking about shutting anything down. I said finish up what you have going at the moment. Tomorrow we will retrench and regroup and create a new battle plan. I want your people fresh and ready to run."

"Fine. Whatever."

But Bosch had no intention of waiting for the bureau. His intention was to continue the investigation, drive it forward and then follow where it led. It didn't matter what Irving said.

"Can I get a key to this room?" Bosch asked. "We should get the first batch of files from Entrenkin in a little while. We need a secure place for them."

Irving s.h.i.+fted his weight and reached into his pocket. He removed a key that was unattached to a ring and slid it across the table. Bosch picked it up and started working it onto his own key ring.

"So how many people have a copy of this?" he said. "Just so I know."

"You don't have to worry, Detective. No one will be going into this room who is not a member of the team or does not have my permission."

Bosch nodded even though Irving had not answered his question.

15

As Bosch stepped through the gla.s.s doors of Parker Center he saw the beginning of the manufacturing and packaging of a media event. Spread out across the front plaza were a half dozen television crews and reporters ready to transmit stand-up reports as lead-in on the footage from the press conference. Out at the curb was the microwave forest-a line of TV trucks with their microwave transmitters raised high and ready. It was a Sat.u.r.day, normally the slowest news day of the week. But the murder of Howard Elias was big. The guaranteed lead story and then some. A Sat.u.r.day morning a.s.signment editor's dream come true. The local stations were going to go live at noon. And then it would begin. The news of Elias's murder would blow through the city like the hottest Santa Ana wind, setting nerves on edge and possibly turning silent frustrations into loud and malevolent actions. The department-and the city, for that matter-was relying on how these young and beautiful people interpreted and delivered the information they had been given. The hope was that their reports would not fan the already smoldering tensions in the community. The hope was that they would show restraint and integrity and common sense, that they would simply report the known facts without any speculation or editorial twisting of the knife. But Bosch knew those hopes had about as much chance as Elias had when he stepped onto Angels Flight little more than twelve hours before.

Bosch took an immediate left and headed to the employee parking lot, careful not to walk into view of any of the cameras. He didn't want to be on the news unless absolutely necessary.

He successfully avoided detection and got to his car. Ten minutes later he parked illegally in front of the Bradbury, pulling in behind yet another TV truck. He looked around as he got out but didn't see the news crew. He guessed that they had walked over to the Angels Flight terminus to tape footage for the story.

After taking the old elevator up to the top floor Bosch pulled back the gate and stepped out onto the landing only to be met by Harvey b.u.t.ton, his producer and a cameraman. There was an uneasy silence as he tried to move around them. Then the producer spoke.

"Uh, Detective Bosch? I'm Tom Chainey from Channel Four."

"Good for you."

"I was wondering if we could talk for a few moments about the -"

"No, we can't talk. Have a nice day."

Bosch managed to get around them and started toward Elias's office. Chainey spoke to his back.

"You sure? We're picking up a lot of information and it would probably do us both a lot of good if we could get it confirmed. We don't want to cause you any problems. It would be better if we could work as a team. You know."

Bosch stopped and looked back at him.

"No, I don't know," he said. "If you want to put unconfirmed information on the air, that's your choice. But I'm not confirming anything. And I already have a team."

He turned without waiting for a reply and headed toward the door with Howard Elias's name on it. He heard nothing else from Chainey or b.u.t.ton.

When he walked into the office he found Janis Langwiser sitting behind the secretary's desk, looking through a file. Next to the desk there were three cardboard boxes full of files that weren't there before. Langwiser looked up.

"Detective Bosch."

"Hey. These boxes for me?"

She nodded.

"The first batch. And, hey, that wasn't very nice what you did before."

"What?"

"Telling me my car was being towed. That was a lie, wasn't it?"

Bosch had completely forgotten.

"Uh, no, not really," he said. "You were in a tow-away zone. They would've gotten you."

He smiled when he knew she knew it was a bulls.h.i.+t cover-up. His face started turning red.

"Look, I had to talk to Inspector Entrenkin alone. I'm sorry."

Before she could say anything, Carla Entrenkin looked in from the room next door. She, too, was holding a file in her hand. Bosch pointed to the three boxes on the floor.

"Looks like you're making some progress."

"I hope so. Can I talk to you for a moment in here?"

"Sure. But first, did Channel Four come in here and try to talk to you two?"

"They did," Langwiser said. "And Channel Nine was here before them."

"Did you talk to them?"

Langwiser's eyes darted momentarily toward Entrenkin and then down at the floor. She said nothing.

"I gave a brief statement," Entrenkin said. "Something innocuous, just explaining my role. Can we talk in here?"

She stepped back from the doorway and Bosch entered the file room. There was another cardboard box on the desk that was half full of files. Entrenkin closed the door after Bosch entered. She then threw the file she was holding onto the clerk's desk, folded her arms and put a stern expression on her face.

"What is it?" Bosch asked.

"Tom Chainey just told me that it was announced at the press conference that How-uh, Mr. Elias had left his wallet and watch in his office, in his desk. And I thought that when you people were asked to leave this morning it was clear that -"

"I'm sorry. I forgot."

Bosch put his briefcase down on the desk and opened it. He lifted out the evidence bags containing the wallet and watch.

"I had already bagged them and put them in my case before you came in this morning. I forgot about it and left with them. You want me to put it all back where I found it?"

"No. I just wanted an explanation. And I'm not sure I believe the one you just offered."

There was a long silence while they stared at each other.

"Was that all you wanted to talk to me about?" Bosch finally asked.

She turned back to the desk and the file she had been looking through.