The Concrete Blonde Part 24

The judge leaned back in his padded leather chair.

"How so?" he asked.

"We believe there is another killer," Bosch said. "The body found this week was identified yesterday and it has been determined that she could not have been killed by Church. She was alive up until two years ago. The-"

"The method used by the killer was identical to that of the real Dollmaker," Belk interjected. "The police believe there is a follower, someone who knew how Church killed and followed the same pattern. There is evidence to suggest the follower was responsible for the seventh and eleventh victims previously attributed to Church."

Bosch said, "The follower would have to be someone close to the original investigation, someone who knew the details."

Belk said, "If you allow her to open this line of questioning, it will be reported by the media and it will tip off the follower. He will know how close he is to being revealed."

The judge was silent as he considered all of this for a moment.

"That all sounds real interesting and I wish you all the best of luck catching this follower, as you call him," he finally said. "But the problem you have, Mr. Belk, is that you haven't given me any legal reason to stop your client from answering the question Ms. Chandler put to him. No one wants to compromise an investigation. But you put your client on the stand."

"That's if there is a second killer," Chandler said. "It's obvious there was only one killer and it wasn't Church. They've come up with this elaborate-"

"Ms. Chandler," the judge interrupted. "That's for the jury to decide. Save your argument for them. Mr. Belk, the problem is this is your witness. You called him and you've left him open to this line of questioning. I don't know what to tell you. I'm certainly not going to clear the media out of there. Off the record here, Miss Penny."

The judge watched the court reporter lift her fingers from the keys.

"Mr. Belk, you're f.u.c.ked-'scuse the language, ladies. He's gonna answer the question and the one after that and the one after that. Okay, we're back on."

The reporter put her fingers back on the keys.

"Your Honor, this can't-"

"I've made my ruling, Mr. Belk. Anything else?"

Belk then surprised Bosch.

"We would like a continuance."

"What?"

"Your Honor, plaintiff opposes," Chandler said.

"I know you do," the judge said. "What are you talking about, Mr. Belk?"

"Your Honor, you have to put the trial on hiatus. Until at least next week. It will give the investigation time to possibly come to some fruition."

"Some fruition? Forget it, Belk. You're in the middle of a trial, my friend."

Belk stood and leaned across the great wide desk.

"Your Honor, I request an emergency stay of these proceedings while we take the matter on appeal to the ninth district."

"You can appeal anything you like, Mr. Belk, but there is no stay. We're in trial here."

There was silence as everyone looked at Belk.

"What if I refuse to answer?" Bosch asked.

Judge Keyes looked at him a long moment and said, "Then I'll hold you in contempt. Then I'll ask you to answer again and if you refuse again I will put you in jail. Then when your attorney here asks for bail while he appeals, I will say no bail. All of this will take place out there in front of the jury and the media folks. And I will place no restrictions on what Ms. Chandler does or doesn't say to the reporters in the hallway. So, what I am saying is, you can try to be some kind of hero and not answer, but the story will get to the media anyway. It's like I said a few minutes ago to Mr. Belk when we were off the rec-"

"You can't do this," Belk suddenly erupted. "It, it-it's not right. You have to protect this investigation. You-"

"Son, don't you ever tell me what I have to do," the judge said very slowly and sternly. He seemed to grow in stature while Belk shrank back away from him. "Only thing I have to do is ensure there is a fair trial on this matter. You are asking me to sit on information that could be vital to the plaintiff's case. You are also trying to intimidate me and that is one thing I don't take to. I'm no county judge that needs your nod every time an election comes 'round. I'm appointed for life. We're off here."

Miss Penny stopped typing. Bosch almost didn't want to see Belk's slaughter. The deputy city attorney's head was bowed and he had a.s.sumed the posture of the doomed. The back of his neck was turned up and ready to receive the axe.

"So my advice here is that you get your fat a.s.s out there and start working on how the h.e.l.l you're going to salvage this on redirect. Because in five minutes Detective Bosch is going to answer that question or he's going to be handing his gun and his badge and his belt and shoelaces over to a marshal at the federal lockup. We're back on. Hearing adjourned."

Judge Keyes brought his arm down and ground his cigarette into the ash[$$$ MS Page No. 245]ray. He never took his eyes off Belk.

As the procession made its way back into the courtroom, Bosch moved up closely behind Chandler. He glanced back to make sure the judge had turned to go to the bench and then said in a low voice, "If you're getting your information from inside the department, I'm going to burn your source down when I find him."

She didn't miss a stride. She didn't even turn back when she said, "You mean, if you're not already ashes."

Bosch took his place at the witness stand and the jury was brought back in. The judge told Chandler to continue.

"Rather than have the reporter find the last question, let me just rephrase it. After you killed Mr. Church, did the so called Dollmaker killings stop?"

Bosch hesitated, thinking. He looked out into the spectator section and saw that there were more reporters now-or at least people he thought were reporters. They all sat together.

He also saw Sylvia, sitting in the back row by herself. She offered a small smile to him which he did not return. He wondered how long she had been out there.

"Detective Bosch?" the judge prompted.

"I can't answer the question without compromising an ongoing investigation," Bosch finally said.

"Detective Bosch, we just went over this," the judge said angrily. "Answer the question."

Bosch knew that his refusal and jailing would not stop the story from getting out. Chandler would tell all the reporters as the judge had given her the okay to do. So putting himself in jail, he knew, only stopped him from chasing the follower. He decided to answer. He carefully composed a statement while stalling by taking a long, slow drink of water from the paper cup.

"Norman Church obviously stopped killing people after he was dead. But there was somebody-there is somebody else still out there. A killer who uses the same methods as Norman Church."

"Thank you, Mr. Bosch. And when did you come to that conclusion?"

"This week, when another body was found."

"Who was that victim?"

"A woman named Rebecca Kaminski. She had been missing two years."

"The details of her death matched the murders of the other Dollmaker victims?"

"Exactly, except for one thing."

"And that was what?"

"She had been entombed in concrete. Hidden. Norman Church always discarded his victims in public places."

"No other differences?"

"Not that I know of at the moment."

"Yet, because she died two years after Norman Church was killed by you, there is no way possible that he is responsible."

"Correct."

"Because he was dead he has the perfect alibi, doesn't he?"

"Correct."

"How was the body found?"

"As I said, it had been buried in concrete."

"And what led police to the spot where it was buried?"

"We received a note with directions."

Chandler then offered a copy of the note as plaintiff's exhibit 4A and Judge Keyes accepted it after overruling an objection by Belk. Chandler then handed a copy to Bosch to identify and read.

"Out loud this time," she said before he could start. "For the jury."

Bosch felt eerie reading the words of the follower out loud in the quiet courtroom. After a beat of silence when he was done, Chandler began again.

"'I'm still in the game,' he writes. What does that mean?"

"It means he is trying to take credit for all of the killings. He wants attention."

"Could that be because he committed all of the murders?"

"No, because Norman Church committed nine of them. The evidence found in Church's apartment irrefutably links him to those nine. There is no doubt."

"Who found this evidence?"

Bosch said, "Me."

"So, then, isn't there a lot of doubt, Detective Bosch? Isn't this idea of a second killer who uses the exact same method preposterous?"

"No, it's not preposterous. It is happening. I did not kill the wrong man."

"Isn't it the truth that this talk of a copycat killer, a follower, is all an elaborate charade for covering up the fact that you did exactly that, killed the wrong man? An innocent, unarmed man who had done nothing worse than hire a prost.i.tute with his wife's tacit approval?"

"No, it's not. Norman Church killed-"

"Thank you, Mr. Bosch."

"-a lot of women. He was a monster."

"Like the one who killed your mother?"

He unconsciously looked out into the audience, saw Sylvia and then looked away. He tried to compose himself, slow his breathing. He was not going to let Chandler tear him open.

"I would say yes. They were probably similar. Both monsters."

"That's why you killed him, wasn't it? The toupee wasn't under the pillow. You killed him in cold blood because you saw your mother's killer."

"No. You are wrong. Don't you think if I was going to make up a story I could come up with something better than a toupee? There was a kitchenette, knives in the drawer. Why would I plant-"

"Hold it, hold it, hold it," Judge Keyes barked. "Now, we've gone off the tracks here. Ms. Chandler, you started making statements instead of asking questions and, Detective Bosch, you did the same thing instead of answering. Let's start over."

"Yes, Your Honor," Chandler said. "Isn't it true, Detective Bosch, that the whole thing-this pinning all the murders on Norman Church-was an elaborate cover-up that is now unraveling with the discovery of the woman in the concrete this week?"

"No, it is not true. Nothing is unraveling. Church was a killer and he deserved what he got."

Bosch mentally flinched and closed his eyes as soon as the words were out of his mouth. She had done it. He opened his eyes and looked at Chandler. Her eyes seemed flat and blank, emotionless.

Softly, she said, "You say he deserved what he got. When were you appointed judge, jury and executioner?"

Bosch drank more water from the cup.

"What I meant was that it was his play. Whatever happened to him, he was ultimately responsible. You put something in play like that and you have to accept the consequences."

"Like Rodney King deserved what he got?"

"Objection!" Belk shouted.

"Like Andre Galton deserved what he got?"

"Objection!"

"Sustained, sustained," the judge said. "All right now, Ms. Chandler, you-"

"They're not the same."

"Detective Bosch, I sustained the objections. That means don't answer."

"No further questions at this time, Your Honor," Chandler said.

Bosch watched her walk to the plaintiff's table and drop her tablet onto the wooden surface. The loose strand of hair was there at the back of her neck. He was sure now that even that detail was part of her carefully planned and orchestrated performance during the trial. After she sat down, Deborah Church reached over and squeezed her arm. Chandler didn't smile or make any gesture in return.

Belk did what he could to repair the damage on redirect examination, asking more details about the heinous nature of the crimes, and the shooting and investigation of Church. But it seemed as if no one was listening. The courtroom had been sucked into a vacuum created by Chandler's cross-examination.

Belk was apparently so ineffective that Chandler didn't bother to ask anything on recross and Bosch was excused from the witness seat. He felt as if the walk back to the defense table covered at least a mile.