“So we have a homicide?”
“It’s looking that way. He was choked out and then dropped from the balcony.”
“You’re sure about this?”
“No, nothing’s for sure. But it’s the direction I’m now taking it.”
She nodded in acceptance.
“And you think a cop or a former cop did it?”
Bosch shook his head.
“No, I don’t think that. It’s true that cops of a certain age were trained to use the hold. But they’re not the only ones. Military, mixed martial-arts fighters. Any kid who watches YouTube can learn how it’s done. There’s one thing that’s sort of a coincidence, though.”
“Coincidence? You always said there was no such thing as coincidence.”
Bosch shrugged.
“What’s the coincidence, Harry?”
“The choke hold task force I was on back then? Deputy Chief Irvin Irving was in command. We worked it out of Central Division. It was the first time Irving and I directly crossed paths.”
“Well, as coincidences go, that’s kind of weak.”
“Probably so. But it means Irving will recognize the significance of the crescent marks on his son’s back if he is told about them or shown a photo. And I don’t want the councilman to know about this yet.”
Rider looked at him sharply.
“Harry, he’s all over the chief about this. He’s all over me. He’s already called three times today about the autopsy. And you want to withhold this from him?”
“I don’t want it out there in the open. I want whoever did this to think they’re in the clear. That way they won’t see me coming.”
“Harry, I don’t know about this.”
“Look, who knows what Irving will do with it if he knows? He might end up talking about it with the wrong person or having a press conference and then it gets out and we’ve lost our edge on it.”
“But you are going to have to go to him with it to conduct your homicide investigation. He’ll know then.”
“Eventually he’ll have to know. But for now we tell him the jury is still out. We’re waiting on the tox results from autopsy. Even with a high-jingo rush, that will take two weeks. Meantime, we are simply leaving no stone unturned, conducting a thorough investigation into all the possibilities. He doesn’t need to know about this, Kiz. Not right now.”
Bosch held up the photo. Rider rubbed her mouth as she considered his request.
“I don’t think you should even tell the chief,” Bosch added.
“I’m not going there,” she responded immediately. “The day I start withholding from him is the day I don’t deserve the job.”
Bosch shrugged.
“Suit yourself. Just keep it from leaving the building.”
She nodded, having come to a decision.
“I’ll give you forty-eight hours and then we reevaluate. Thursday morning I want to know where you are on this and we decide again then.”
It was what Bosch was hoping to get. Just a head start.
“Fine. Thursday.”
“That doesn’t mean I don’t want to hear from you till Thursday. I want to be kept up-to-date. If something else breaks, you call me.”
“Got it.”
“Where do you go from here on it?”
“We’re working on a warrant for Irving’s office. He had an office manager who probably knew a lot of the secrets. And the enemies. We need to sit down with her but I want to do that in the office so she can show us through the files and whatever else is there.”
Rider nodded in approval.
“Good. Where’s your partner?”
“He’s writing up the warrant. We’re making sure we’re clean, every step of the way.”
“That’s smart. Does he know about the choke hold?”
“Not yet. I wanted to talk to you first. But he’ll know by the end of the day.”
“I appreciate that, Harry. I have to get back to my budget meeting and figuring out how to do more with less.”
“Yeah, good luck with that.”
“And you be careful. This could lead to some dark places.”
Bosch ejected the tape.
“Don’t I know it,” he said.
16
Because George Irving had maintained his legal practice and license with the California bar, getting a search warrant allowing the investigators access to his office and files took most of Tuesday afternoon and evening. The legal document was finally signed and issued by superior court judge Stephen Fluharty after a special master was appointed to review any documents that were viewed or seized by the police. The
Irving and Associates was housed in a two-room office on Spring Street across from the Los Angeles Times parking garage. That put George Irving just two blocks from City Hall. It also put his office even closer to the Police Administration Building. Bosch and Chu walked over Wednesday morning, arriving to find no police officer on the door and someone inside.
They entered and found a woman in her seventies in the front room, boxing files. She identified herself as Dana Rosen, George Irving’s office manager. Bosch had called her the evening before to make sure she would be on hand for the office search.
“Was there a police officer on the door when you arrived?” Bosch asked.
Rosen looked confused.
“No, there was no one.”
“Well, we weren’t supposed to start until the special master got here. Mr. Hadlow. He’s got to look at everything before we put it in boxes.”
“Oh, dear. These are my own files. Does that mean I can’t take them?”
“No, it means we just have to wait. Let’s put all of that down and step back outside. Mr. Hadlow should be here any minute.”
They moved out to the sidewalk and Bosch pulled the door closed. He asked Rosen to lock it with her key. He then pulled his phone and called Kiz Rider. He didn’t bother with a greeting.
“I thought you put a uniform on the door at Irving’s office.”
“I did.”
“Nobody’s here”
“I’ll call you back.”
Bosch closed his phone and appraised Dana Rosen. She was not what he had expected. She was a small and attractive woman but because of her age he dismissed her as a possible mistress of George Irving. Bosch had read that totally wrong with the widow. Dana Rosen could have been Irving’s mother.
“How long did you work for George Irving?” Bosch asked.
“Oh, a long time. I was with him at the City Attorney’s Office. Then when he left he offered me a job and I —”
She stopped when Bosch’s phone began to buzz. It was Rider.
“The watch commander at Central Division took it upon himself to redeploy the unit on the post at day watch
