Angels Flight

hours old. This bothered him even though he understood the reason behind the delay.
    “Why was Elias on Angels Flight?” he asked Garwood. “They figure that out before backing away?”
    “Well, he must’ve wanted to go up the hill, don’t you think?”
    “Come on, Captain, if you know, why not save us the time?”
    “We don’t know, Harry. We ran a DMV check, he lives out in Baldwin Hills. That’s a long way from Bunker Hill. I don’t know why he was coming up here.”
    “What about where he was coming from?”
    “That’s a little easier. Elias’s office is just over on Third. In the Bradbury Building. He was probably coming from there. But where he was going…”
    “Okay, then what about the woman?”
    “She’s a blank. My guys hadn’t even started with her when we were told to pull back.”
    Garwood dropped his cigarette to the floor and crushed it with his heel. Bosch took it as a signal that the briefing was about over. He decided to see if he could get a rise out of him.
    “You pissed off, Captain?”
    “About what?”
    “About being pulled off. About your people being on the suspect list.”
    A small smile played on Garwood’s thin lips.
    “No, I’m not angry. I see the chief’s point.”
    “Are your people going to cooperate with us on this?”
    After some hesitation Garwood nodded.
    “Of course. The quicker they cooperate, the quicker you will clear them.”
    “And you’ll tell them that?”
    “That’s exactly what I’ll tell them.”
    “We appreciate that, Captain. Tell me, which one of your people do you think could have done this?”
    The lips curled into a full smile now. Bosch studied Garwood’s cigarette-yellowed teeth and for a moment was glad he was trying to quit.
    “You’re a clever guy, Harry. I remember that.”
    He said nothing else.
    “Thanks, Captain. But do you have an answer to the question?”
    Garwood moved to the door and opened it. Before leaving he turned and looked back at them, his eyes traveling from Edgar to Rider to Bosch.
    “It wasn’t one of mine, Detectives. I guarantee it. You’ll be wasting your time if you look there too long.”
    “Thanks for the advice,” Bosch said.
    Garwood stepped out, closing the door behind him.
    “Jeez,” Rider said. “It’s like Captain Boris Karloff or something. Does that guy only come out at night?”
    Bosch smiled and nodded.
    “Mr. Personality,” he said. “So, what do you think so far?”
    “I think we’re at ground zero,” Rider said. “Those guys didn’t do jack before getting the hook.”
    “Yeah, well, Robbery-Homicide, what do you want?” Edgar said. “They aren’t known for tap dancing. They back the tortoise over the hare any day of the week. But if you ask me, we’re fucked. You and me, Kiz, we can’t win on this one. Blue race, my ass.”
    Bosch stepped toward the door.
    “Let’s go out and take a look,” he said, cutting off discussion of Edgar’s concerns. He knew they were valid but for the moment they only served to clutter their mission. “Maybe we’ll get a few ideas before Irving wants to talk again.”

Chapter 5
    THE number of detectives outside the station had finally begun to decrease. Bosch watched as Garwood and a group of his men crossed the plaza toward their cars. He then saw Irving standing to the side of the train car talking to Chastain and three detectives. Bosch didn’t know them but assumed they were IAD. The deputy chief was animated in his discussion but kept his voice so low that Bosch couldn’t hear what he was saying. Bosch wasn’t sure exactly what the IAD presence was all about, but he was getting an increasingly bad feeling about it.
    He saw Frankie Sheehan hanging back behind Garwood and his group. He was about to leave but was hesitating. Bosch nodded at him.
    “I see what you mean now, Frankie,” he said.
    “Yeah, Harry, some days you eat the bear…”
    “Right. You taking off?”
    “Yeah, the cap told us all to get out of here.”
    Bosch stepped over and kept his voice low.
    “Any ideas I could borrow?”
    Sheehan looked at the train car as if considering for the first time who might have killed the two people inside it.
    “None other than the obvious and I think that will be a waste of time. But then again, you have to waste it, right? Cover all the bases.”
    “Yeah. Anybody you think I should start with?”
    “Yeah, me.” He smiled broadly. “I hated the douche bag. Know what I’m gonna do? I’m going now to try and