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.
“I thought our relationship would be better than this.”
“Look,” Bosch said as he closed the briefcase. “You’ve got your secrets. You’ve got to give me mine. The bottom line is Howard Elias wasn’t robbed. So we move on from there. Okay?”
“If you are telling me that there were people involved in this investigation who were attempting to tamper with evidence, then – ”
“I’m not telling you anything.”
He saw anger flare in her eyes.
“They shouldn’t be a part of this department. You know that.”
“That’s another battle for another day. I’ve got more import – ”
“You know there are some people who might think there is nothing more important than a police department in which there is no question about the integrity of its members.”
“Sounds like you’re giving a press conference, Inspector. I’m going to take those files now. I’ll be back for the next batch later.”
He started to turn back to the front room.
“I just thought you were different, that’s all,” she said.
He turned back to her.
“You don’t know if I’m different because you don’t know the first thing about me. I’ll talk to you later.”
“There’s something else missing.”
Bosch stopped and looked back at her.
“What?”
“Howard Elias was a consummate note taker. He kept a spiral notebook on his desk or with him all the time. His last notebook is missing. You know where that is?”
Bosch came back to the desk and reopened his briefcase. He took the notebook out and tossed it down.
“You won’t believe me but I had already put that in my briefcase when you came in and kicked us out.”
“Matter of fact, I do believe you. Did you read it?”
“Parts of it. Also before you showed up.”
She looked at him for a long moment.
“I’ll look through it and if it is okay you will have it back later today. Thank you for returning it.”
“You’re welcome.”
By the time Bosch got to Philippe’s the Original, the others were already there and eating. They had one of the long tables in the back room and were by themselves. He decided to take care of business before waiting in one of the lines at the counter to order.
“How’d it go?” Rider asked as he stepped over the bench and sat next to her.
“Well, I think I definitely was a little too pale for Irving’s liking.”
“Well, fuck him,” Edgar said. “I didn’t sign up for this shit.”
“Me, too,” Rider said.
“What are you talking about?” Chastain asked.
“Race relations,” Rider said. “Typical you can’t figure that out.”
“Hey, I – ”
“Never mind,” Bosch interjected. “Let’s talk about the case, okay? You first, Chastain. Did you finish the apartment building?”
“Yeah, we finished. Nothing.”
“Except we found out about the woman,” Fuentes said.
“Oh, yeah, right.”
“What woman?”
“The other victim. Catalina Perez. Hold a second.”
Chastain reached down to the bench next to him and came up with a legal tablet. He flipped to the second page and looked at the notes.
“Apartment nine-oh-nine. Perez was the cleaning woman. Came every Friday night. So that’s where she was coming from.”
“But she was going up,” Bosch said. “She didn’t work till eleven?”
“No, this is the deal. She works six to ten-thirty, then takes Angels Flight down to the bus stop, catches the bus and goes home. Only on the way down she must’ve looked in her purse and noticed her notebook, where she keeps her schedule and phone numbers, is missing. She took it out in the apartment last night because her employer, a Mr. D. H. Reilly, changed his phone number and gave her the new one. Only she left the notebook on his kitchen table. She had to go back for it so she’d know her schedule. This lady…”
He reached to the bench again and pulled up the notebook. It was in a plastic evidence bag.
“… I mean, I looked at the schedule. She worked her tail off. She’s got gigs every day and a lot of nights. This Reilly guy said Friday nights was the only regular night he could get her for. She did a good job…”
“So she was going back up to get her book when she got popped,” Edgar said.
“Looks that way.”
“The old I-O-I-A,” Rider said in a singsong way that was not mirthful in any way.
“What’s that?” Chastain asked.
“Nothing.”
They were all silent for a long moment. Bosch was thinking about how leaving that notebook behind had cost Catalina Perez her life. He knew that what Rider had said referred to the inequities of it all – the phrase she began using after a year on the homicide squad to sum up the bad breaks, coincidences and twists of fate that often left people dead.
“Okay, good,” Bosch finally said. “We now know what everybody was doing on that train. The rest of the building was clean?”
“Nobody heard a thing, nobody saw a thing,” Chastain said.
“You get everybody?”
“No response at four apartments. But they were all on the other side, away from Angels Flight.”
“All right, let those go for now. Kiz, you talk to the wife and son again?”
Rider was chewing her last bite of French dip sandwich and held her finger up until she swallowed.
“Yeah, separately and together. Nothing pulled my trigger. They’re both pretty much convinced a cop did it. I didn’t – ”
“Of course they are,” Chastain interjected.
“Let her talk,” Bosch said.
“I didn’t pick up any feel that they knew much about his cases or possible threats. He didn’t even keep a home office. I touched on Elias’s fidelity and Millie said she believed he was faithful. She said it like that. She ‘believed.’ Something about it sounds wrong. I think if there was no doubt, she would say he ‘was’ faithful, not that she ‘believed’ he was faithful, know what I mean?”
“So you think she knew?”
“Maybe. But I also think that if she knew then she was the type that would put up with it. There was a lot of social standing in being Howard Elias’s wife. Lot of wives in that position make choices. They look the other way on some things to keep the image intact, to keep the life they have intact.”
“What about the son?”
“I think he believed his father was a god. He’s hurting.”
Bosch nodded. He respected Rider’s interviewing skills. He had seen her in action and knew she was empathic. He also knew he had used her in a way not so dissimilar to the way Irving had wanted to use her during the press conference. He had sent her to do the follow-up interviews because he knew she would be good at it. But also because she was black.
“You ask them the A question?”
