“I gotta go, Doctor,” Bosch finally said. “Thanks for your help. You’ve made things very clear for me.”
He left him there, surrounded by the dark bones the city had been built on.
Chapter 26
EDGAR was not at his spot at the homicide table when Bosch got back to the squad room.
“Harry?”
Bosch looked up and saw Lt. Billets standing in the doorway to her office. Through the glass window Bosch could see Edgar in there sitting in front of her desk. Bosch put his briefcase down and headed over.
“What’s up?” he said as he entered the office.
“No, that’s my question,” Billets said as she closed the door. “Do we have an ID?”
She went around behind her desk and sat down as Bosch took the seat next to Edgar.
“Yes, we have an ID. Arthur Delacroix, disappeared May fourth, nineteen eighty.”
“The ME is sure of this?”
“Their bone guy says there is no doubt.”
“How close are we on time of death?”
“Pretty close. The bone guy said before we knew anything that the fatal impact to the skull came about three months after the kid had the earlier skull fracture and surgery. We got the records on that surgery today. February eleven, nineteen eighty at Queen of Angels. You add three months and we’re almost right on the button-Arthur Delacroix disappeared May fourth, according to his sister. The point is, Arthur Delacroix was dead four years before Nicholas Trent moved into that neighborhood. I think that puts him in the clear.”
Billets reluctantly nodded.
“I’ve had Irving’s office and Media Relations on my ass all day about this,” she said. “They’re not going to like it when I call them back with this.”
“That’s too bad,” Bosch said. “That’s the way the case shakes out.”
“Okay, so Trent wasn’t in the neighborhood in nineteen eighty. Do we have anything yet on where he was?”
Bosch blew out his breath and shook his head.
“You’re not going to let this go, are you? We need to concentrate on the kid.”
“I’m not letting go because they’re not. Irving called me himself this morning. He was very clear without having to say the words. If it turns out an innocent man killed himself because a cop leaked information to the media that held him up to public ridicule, then it’s one more black eye for the department. Haven’t we had enough humiliation in the last ten years?”
Bosch smiled without a hint of humor.
“You sound just like him, Lieutenant. That’s really good.”
It was the wrong thing to say. He could see that it hurt her.
“Yeah, well, maybe I sound like him because I agree with him, for once. This department has had nothing but scandal after scandal. Like most of the decent cops around here, I for one am sick of it.”
“Good. So am I. But the solution is not to bend things to fit our needs. This is a homicide case.”
“I know that, Harry. I’m not saying bend anything. I’m saying we have to be sure.”
“We’re sure. I’m sure.”
They were silent for a long moment, everyone’s eyes avoiding the others’.
“What about Kiz?” Edgar finally asked.
Bosch sneered.
“Irving won’t do a thing to Kiz,” he said. “He knows it will make him look even worse if he touches her. Besides, she’s probably the best cop they got down there on the third floor.”
“You’re always so sure, Harry,” Billets said. “It must be nice.”
“Well, I’m sure about this.”
He stood up.
“And I’d like to get back to it. We’ve got stuff happening.”
“I know all about it. Jerry was just telling me. But sit down and let’s get back to this for one minute, okay?”
Bosch sat back down.
“I can’t just talk to Irving the way I let you talk to me,” Billets said. “This is what I am going to do. I am going to update him on the ID and everything else. I am going to say you are pursuing the case as is. I will then invite him to assign IAD to the background investigation of Trent. In other words, if he remains unconvinced by the circumstances of the ID, then he can have IAD or whoever he can find run the background on Trent to see where he was in nineteen eighty.”
Bosch just looked at her, giving no indication of approval or disapproval of her plan.
“Can we go now?”
“Yes, you can go.”
When they got back to the homicide table and sat down Edgar asked Bosch why he hadn’t mentioned the theory that maybe Trent moved into the neighborhood because he knew the bones were up on the hillside.
“Because your ‘sick fuck’ theory is too farfetched to go beyond this table for the time being. If that gets to Irving, next thing you know it’s in a press release and is the official line. Now, did you get anything on the box or not?”
“Yeah, I got stuff.”
“What?”
“First of all, I confirmed Samuel Delacroix’s address at the Manchester Trailer Park. So he’s there when we want to go see him. In the last ten years he’s had two DUIs. He drives on a restricted license at the moment. I also ran his Social and came up with a hit-he works for the city.”
Bosch’s face showed his surprise.
“Doing what?”
“He works part-time at a driving range at the municipal golf course right next to the trailer park. I made a call to Parks and Recs-discreetly. Delacroix drives the cart that collects all the balls. You know, out on the range. The guy everybody tries to hit when he’s out there. I guess he comes over from the trailer park and does it a couple times a day.”
“Okay.”
“Next, Christine Dorsett Delacroix, the name of the mother on Sheila’s birth certificate. I ran her Social and got her now listed as a Christine Dorsett Waters. Address is in Palm Springs. Must’ve gone there to re-invent herself. New name, new life, whatever.”
Bosch nodded.
“You pull the divorce?”
“Got it. She filed on Samuel Delacroix in ’seventy-three. The boy would’ve been about five at the time. Cited mental and physical abuse. Details of what that abuse consisted of were not included. It never went to trial, so the details never came out.”
“He didn’t contest it?”
“It looks like a deal was made. He got custody of the two kids and didn’t contest. Nice and clean. The file’s about twelve pages thick. I’ve seen some that are twelve inches. My own, for example.”
“If Arthur was five… some of those injuries predate that, according to the anthropologist.”
Edgar shook his head.
“The extract says the marriage had ended three years prior and they were living separately. So it looks like she split when the boy was about two-like Sheila said. Harry, you usually don’t refer to the vic by name.”
“Yeah, so?”
“Just pointing it out.”
“Thank you. Anything else in the file?”
“That’s about it. I got copies if you want it.”
