A Darkness More Than Night

facilities building where there was a coin laundry.
    His eavesdropping had compromised the investigation. McCaleb knew he should page Winston immediately and tell her, see how she wanted to handle it. But he let it go. The truth was, he didn’t want to make any move that might take him out of the investigation.

Chapter 19
    After putting his hand on the Bible and promising the whole truth, Harry Bosch took a seat in the witness chair and glanced up at the camera mounted on the wall above the jury box. The eye of the world was upon him, he knew. The trial was being broadcast live on Court TV and locally on Channel 9. He tried to give no appearance of nervousness. But the fact was that more than the jurors would be studying him and judging his performance and personality. It was the first time in many years of testifying in criminal trials that he did not feel totally at ease. Being on the side of the truth was not a comfort when he knew the truth had to run a treacherous obstacle course set before it by a wealthy, connected defendant and his wealthy, connected attorney.
    He put the blue binder – the murder book – down on the front ledge of the witness box and pulled the microphone toward him, creating a high-pitched squeal that hurt every set of ears in the courtroom.
    “Detective Bosch, please don’t touch the microphone,” Judge Houghton intoned.
    “Sorry, Your Honor.”
    A deputy sheriff who acted as the judge’s bailiff came over to the witness box, turned the microphone off and adjusted its location. When Bosch nodded at its new position, the bailiff turned it back on. The judge’s clerk then asked Bosch to state his full, formal name and spell it for the record.
    “Very well,” the judge said after Bosch finished. “Ms. Langwiser?”
    Deputy District Attorney Janis Langwiser got up from the prosecution table and went to the attorney’s lectern. She carried a yellow legal tablet with her questions on it. She was second seat at the prosecution table but had worked with the investigators since the start of the case. It had been decided that she would handle Bosch’s testimony.
    Langwiser was a young up-and-coming lawyer in the DA’s office. In the span of a few short years she had risen from a position of filing cases for more experienced lawyers in the office to handle to taking them all the way to court herself. Bosch had worked with her before on a politically sensitive and treacherous case known as the Angels Flight murders. The experience resulted in his recommendation of her as second chair to Kretzler. Since working with her again, Bosch had found his earlier impressions were well founded. She had complete command and recall of the facts of the case. While most other lawyers would have to sift through evidence reports to locate a piece of information, she would have the information and its location in the reports memorized. But her skill was not confined to the minutiae of the case. She never took her eye off the big picture – the fact that all their efforts were focused on putting David Storey away for good.
    “Good afternoon, Detective Bosch,” she began. “Could you please tell the jury a bit about your career as a police officer.”
    Bosch cleared his throat.
    “Yes. I’ve been with the Los Angeles Police Department twenty-eight years. I have spent more than half of that time investigating homicides. I am a detective three assigned to the homicide squad of the Hollywood Division.”
    “What does ‘detective three’ mean?”
    “It means detective third grade. It is the highest detective rank, equivalent to sergeant, but there are no detective sergeants in the LAPD. From detective three the next rank up would be detective lieutenant.”
    “How many homicides would you say you have investigated in your career?”
    “I don’t keep track. I would say at least a few hundred in fifteen years.”
    “A few hundred.”
    Langwiser looked over at the jury when she stressed the last word.
    “Give or take a few.”
    “And as a detective three you are currently a supervisor on the homicide squad?”
    “I have some supervisory duties. I am also the lead officer on a three-person team that handles homicide investigations.”
    “As such you were in charge of the team that was called to the scene of a homicide on October thirteenth of last year, correct?”
    “That is correct.”
    Bosch glanced over at the defense table. David Storey had his head down and was using his felt tip pen to