very careful.
Additionally, he believed a warrant was particularly necessary to search Elias’s office. There would be numerous files on police officers and cases pending against the department. These cases would most likely proceed after being taken on by new attorneys, and Bosch needed to balance the preservation of attorney-client privacy with the need to investigate the killing of Howard Elias. The investigators would no doubt need to proceed carefully while handling these files. It was the reason he had called the district attorney’s office and asked Janis Langwiser to come to the scene.
Bosch approached Edgar first, taking him by the arm and nudging him over to the guardrail overlooking the steep drop-off to Hill Street. They were out of earshot of the others.
“How’d it go?”
“It went the way they all go. About a million other places I’d rather be than watching the guy get the news. Know what I mean?”
“Yeah, I know. You just tell him or did you ask him some questions?”
“We asked, but we didn’t get very many answers. The guy said his wife was a housecleaner and she had a gig somewhere over here. She took the bus over. He couldn’t give an address. Said his wife kept all of that stuff in a little notebook she carried.”
Bosch thought for a moment. He didn’t remember any notebook in the evidence inventory. Balancing his briefcase on the guardrail, he opened it and took out the clipboard on which he had the accumulated paperwork from the crime scene. On top was the yellow copy of the inventory Hoffman had given him before he had left. It listed Victim #2’s belongings but there was no notebook.
“Well, we’ll have to check with him again later on. We didn’t get any notebook.”
“Well, send Fuentes back. The husband didn’t speak English.”
“All right. Anything else?”
“No. We did the usual checklist. Any enemies, any problems, anybody giving her trouble, anybody stalking her, so on and so forth. Nada. The husband said she wasn’t worried about anything.”
“Okay. What about him?”
“He looked legit. Like he got hit in the face with the big frying pan called bad luck. You know?”
“Yeah, I know.”
“Hit hard. And there was as much surprise there as anything else.”
“Okay.”
Bosch looked around to make sure they were not being overheard. He spoke low to Edgar.
“We’re going to split up now and go with the searches. I want you to take the apartment Elias kept over at The Place. I was – ”
“So that’s where he was going.”
“Looks like it. I was just up there with Chastain, did a drive-by. I want you to take your time this time. I also want you to start in his bedroom. Go to the bed and take the phone book out of the top drawer of the table with the phone on it. Bag it and seal it so nobody can look at it until we get everything back to the office.”
“Sure. How come?”
“I’ll tell you later. Just get to it before anybody else. Also, take the tape from the phone machine in the kitchen. There’s a message we want to keep.”
“Right.”
“Okay then.”
Bosch stepped away from the guardrail and approached Dellacroce.
“Any problems with the paper?”
“Not really – except for waking the judge twice.”
“Which judge?”
“John Houghton.”
“He’s okay.”
“Well, it didn’t sound like he appreciated having to do everything twice.”
“What did he say about the office?”
“Had me add in a line about preserving the sanctity of attorney-client privilege.”
“That’s it? Let me see.”
Dellacroce took the search warrants out of the inside pocket of his suit jacket and handed Bosch the one for the office at the Bradbury. Bosch scanned through the stock wording on the first page of the declaration and got to the part Dellacroce had talked about. It looked okay to him. The judge was still allowing the search of the office and the files, but was simply saying that any privileged information gleaned from the files must be germane to the murder investigation.
“What he’s saying is that we can’t go through the files and turn what we get over to the city attorney’s office to help defend those cases,” Dellacroce said. “Nothing goes outside our investigation.”
“I can live with that,” Bosch said.
He called everybody into a huddle. He noticed Fuentes was smoking and tried not to think about his own desire for a cigarette.
“Okay, we’ve got the search warrants,” he said. “This is how we’re gonna split it up. Edgar, Fuentes and Baker, you three take the apartment. I want Edgar on lead. The rest of us will go to the office. You guys on the apartment, I also want you to arrange for interviews of all the doormen in the building. All shifts. We need to find out as much about this guy’s routines and personal life as we can. We’re thinking there may be a girlfriend somewhere. We need to find out who that was. Also, on the key chain there is a key to a Porsche and a Volvo. My guess is Elias drove the Porsche and it’s probably in the parking garage at the apartment building. I want you to take a look at that, too.”
“The warrants don’t specify a car,” Dellacroce protested. “Nobody told me about a car when I was sent to work up the warrants.”
“Okay, then just find the car, check it out through the windows and we’ll get a search warrant if you see something and think it is necessary.”
Bosch was looking at Edgar as he said this last part. Edgar almost imperceptibly nodded, meaning that he understood that Bosch was telling him to find the car and to simply open it and search it. If anything of value to the investigation was found, then he would simply back out, get a warrant and they would act as if they had never been in the car in the first place. It was standard practice.
Bosch looked at his watch and wrapped it up.
“Okay, it’s five-thirty now. We should be done with the searches by eight-thirty max. Take anything that even looks of interest and we’ll sift through it all later. Chief Irving has set up the command post for this investigation in the conference room next to his office at Parker. But before we go back there, I want to meet everybody right back here at eight-thirty.”
He pointed up to the tall apartment building overlooking Angels Flight.
“We’ll canvass this building then. I don’t want to wait until later, have people get out for the day before we can get to them.”
“What about the meeting with Deputy Chief Irving?” Fuentes asked.
“That’s set for ten. We should make it. If we don’t, don’t worry about it. I’ll take the meeting and you people will proceed. The case comes first. He’ll go along with that.”
“Hey, Harry?” Edgar said. “If we get done before eight-thirty, all right if we get breakfast?”
“Yes, it’s all right, but I don’t want to miss anything. Do not hurry the search just so you can get pancakes.”
Rider smiled.
“Tell you what,” Bosch said. “I’ll make sure we have doughnuts here at eight-thirty. If you can, just wait until then. Okay, so let’s do it.”
Bosch took out the key ring they had taken from the body of Howard Elias. He removed the keys to the apartment and the Porsche key and gave them to Edgar. He noted that there were still several keys on the ring that were unaccounted for. At least two or three would be to the office and another two or three for his home in Baldwin Hills. That still left four keys and Bosch thought about the voice he had heard on the answering machine. Maybe Elias had keys to a lover’s home.
