involving clients or adversaries. Simple. If you can’t do it, I’ll write it up when I get back.”
“No, I can do it. I’m the writer.”
It was true. In their usual division of labor and responsibilities, Chu always did the warrant work.
“Okay, then go do it and stop moping about it.”
“Hey, Harry, fuck you. I’m not moping. You wouldn’t like it if this was how I was treating you.”
“I’ll tell you what, Chu. If I had a partner who had a lot more years and experience than me and who said trust me on this until the time is right, then I think I would. And I would thank him for watching out for me.”
Bosch let that sink in for a moment before dismissing Chu.
“I’ll see you back there. I gotta go.”
They started walking to their separate cars. Bosch glanced back at his partner and saw him walking with his head down, a hangdog expression on his face. Chu didn’t understand the complexities of high jingo. But Bosch did.
By the time he was behind the wheel, Harry had Kiz Rider on the phone.
“Meet me at the academy in fifteen minutes. In the video room.”
“Harry, there’s no way. I’m about to go into a budget meeting.”
“Then don’t complain to me about not knowing what’s going on with the Irving case.”
“Can’t you just tell me?”
“No, you have to be shown. When can you meet?”
There was a long pause before she responded.
“Not before one. Go get yourself something to eat and I’ll meet you then.”
Bosch was reluctant to slow things down but it was important that Rider know the direction the case was heading.
“See you then. By the way, did you put somebody on Irving’s office like I asked you yesterday?”
“Yes, I did. Why?”
“Just wanted to be sure.”
He disconnected before she rebuked him for his lack of confidence in her.
It took Bosch fifteen minutes to get over to Elysian Park and the police academy complex. He stopped in at the cafe in the Revolver and Athletic Club and took a stool at the counter. He ordered a coffee and a Bratton Burger, named after the prior chief of police, and spent the next hour going over his notes and adding to them.
After paying the tab and checking out some of the police memorabilia hanging on the cafe wall, he walked through the old gymnasium, the place where he had received his badge on a rainy day more than thirty years before, and into the video room. There was a library here that contained all the training videos used by the department for as long as there had been video. He told the civilian custodian what he was looking for and waited while the man searched for the old tape.
Rider arrived a few minutes later and right on time.
“Okay, Harry, I’m here. As much as I hate daylong budget meetings, I really need to get back as soon as I can. What are we doing here?”
“We’re going to look at a training tape, Kiz.”
“And what does it have to do with Irving’s son?”
“Maybe everything.”
The custodian brought Bosch the tape. He and Rider went over to a viewing cubicle. Bosch put the video in the machine and started the playback.
“This is one of the old training tapes for the controlled bar hold,” he said. “More commonly known in the world as the LAPD choke hold.”
“The infamous choke hold,” she said. “It’s been banned since before I even got here.”
“Technically, the bar hold is banned. The controlled carotid hold is still approved in use of deadly force situations. But good luck with that.”
“So like I said, what are we doing here, Harry?”
Bosch gestured toward the screen.
“They used to use these tapes to teach what to do. Now they’re used to teach what not to do. This is the bar hold.”
At one time the controlled bar hold was standard in the LAPD’s use-of-force progression but it had been outlawed after so many deaths were attributed to it.
The video showed the hold being applied by an instructor on an academy recruit volunteer. From behind the recruit, the instructor brought his left arm across the front of his volunteer’s neck. He then cinched the vise closed by gripping the recruit’s shoulder. The recruit struggled but within seconds passed out. The instructor gently lowered him to the ground and started patting his cheeks. The volunteer woke immediately and seemed puzzled by what had just happened. He was ushered off camera and another volunteer took his place. This time the instructor moved more slowly and explained the steps of the hold. He then offered tips on how to deal with struggling subjects. The second tip was what Bosch was waiting for.
“There,” he said.
He backed the tape up and played the section again. The instructor called the move the hand creep. The left arm was locked across the volunteer’s neck, the hand up at his right shoulder. To guard against the arm being pulled away by the struggling volunteer, the instructor gripped his hands together like hooks at the top of the shoulder and extended his right forearm down the volunteer’s back. Then little by little he tightened the vise on the volunteer’s neck. The second volunteer passed out.
“I can’t believe they actually choked these guys out like that,” Rider said.
“They probably didn’t have a choice when it came to volunteering,” Bosch said. “It’s like the Tasers now.”
Every officer who carried a Taser had to be trained in the use of the device and this included being Tased himself.
“So what are you showing me here, Harry?”
“Back when they outlawed the hold, I was put on the task force investigating all the deaths. It was an assignment. I didn’t volunteer.”
“And what’s it got to do with George Irving?”
“It basically came down to the fact that people were using the hold too often and for too long. The carotid is supposed to open up immediately after you stop the pressure. But sometimes the pressure was held too long and people died. And sometimes the pressure cracked the hyoid bone, crushing the windpipe. Again people died. The bar hold was banned and the carotid hold was relegated to use in deadly force situations only. And deadly force is a whole separate set of criteria. The bottom line was, you could no longer choke somebody out in a basic street scuffle. Okay?”
“Got it.”
“My part was the autopsies. I was coordinator of that. Gathering all the cases going back twenty years and then looking for similarities. There was an anomaly in some of the cases. It didn’t really mean anything but it was there. We found a wound pattern on the shoulder. Showed up in maybe a third of the cases. A repeating crescent- moon pattern on the shoulder blade of the victim.”
“What was it?”
Bosch gestured to the video screen. The training tape was frozen on the hand creep move.
“It was the hand creep. A lot of cops wore military watches with the big chrono bezels. During the choke hold, if they made that move and walked the wrist lock up the shoulder, the watch bezel cut the skin or left a bruise. It didn’t really have to do with anything other than to help prove there had been a struggle. But I remembered it today.”
“At the autopsy?”
From his inside pocket he pulled out an autopsy photo of George Irving’s shoulder.
“That’s Irving’s shoulder.”
“Could this have happened in the fall?”
“He hit the ground face-first. There shouldn’t be an injury like that on his back. The ME confirmed it was antemortem.”
Rider’s eyes darkened as she studied the photo.
