Angels Flight

then went back down the hallway to the guest bathroom to take a shower without waking her up. Ten minutes later he slid into the bed next to her. He was on his back, looking through the darkness to the ceiling. He listened to her breathing. He didn’t hear the slow, measured breaths of her sleeping that he was used to.
    “You awake?” he whispered.
    “Mmm-hmm.”
    He waited a long moment.
    “Where were you, Eleanor?”
    “Hollywood Park.”
    Bosch didn’t say anything. He didn’t want to accuse her of lying. Maybe Jardine, the security guy, had simply missed her during his survey of the video screens. He stared at the ceiling, wondering what to say next.
    “I know that you called there looking for me,” Eleanor said. “I knew Tom Jardine in Las Vegas. He used to work at the Flamingo. He lied when you called. He came to me first.”
    Bosch closed his eyes and remained silent.
    “I’m sorry, Harry, I just didn’t want to have to deal with you then.”
    “Deal with me?”
    “You know what I mean.”
    “Not really, Eleanor. How come you didn’t answer my message when you got home?”
    “What message?”
    Bosch realized he had played the message back himself earlier. There wouldn’t have been a flashing light on the machine. She would not have heard the message.
    “Never mind. When did you get home?”
    She lifted her head off the pillow to look at the glowing numbers on the bedside clock.
    “Couple hours ago.”
    “How’d you do?”
    He didn’t really care. He just wanted her to keep talking to him.
    “All right. Came out a little ahead but I messed up. I missed a big one.”
    “What happened?”
    “I went with a long shot when I should’ve stuck with a sure thing.”
    “What do you mean?”
    “I was dealt a pair of aces but I also had four clubs – ace, three, four, five. So on the draw I broke the pair of aces. I discarded the ace of hearts and went for the deuce, the two of clubs to make the straight flush. They keep a progressive bonus pot going for a straight flush. It was up to about three thousand dollars. That’s what I was going for.”
    “So what happened?”
    “I didn’t get the deuce. I didn’t even get a club to make a flush. What I got was the ace of spades.”
    “Damn.”
    “Yeah, I threw down an ace only to get an ace. I stayed in with that but didn’t come close. Three tens won it – the pot was about three hundred. So if I had kept the ace of hearts I would have ended up with three aces and been the winner. I blew it. That’s when I left.”
    Bosch didn’t say anything. He thought about the story and wondered if she was trying to say something else. Tossing the ace of hearts, aiming for the bigger pot, failing.
    After a few minutes of silence, Eleanor spoke again.
    “Were you out on a case? You hadn’t been in the bed. I could tell.”
    “Yeah, I got a call out.”
    “I thought you weren’t up on rotation.”
    “It’s a long story and I don’t feel like talking about it. I want to talk about us. Tell me what’s going on, Eleanor. We can’t… this isn’t right. Some nights I don’t even know where you are or if you are all right. Something’s wrong or missing and I don’t know what it is.”
    She turned and moved under the covers until she was next to him. She put her head down on his chest and brought her hand up to caress the scar on his shoulder.
    “Harry…”
    He waited but she didn’t say anything. She moved over on top of him then and started a gentle rocking motion with her hips.
    “Eleanor, we need to talk about this.”
    He felt her finger glide across his lips, telling him not to speak.
    They made love slowly, Bosch’s mind a jumble of conflicting thoughts. He loved her, more than he had ever loved anyone. He knew she loved him in some way. Having her in his life had made him feel whole. But at some point he could tell that Eleanor had realized she did not have that feeling. For her there was something missing and the realization that they were on separate planes brought Bosch down as low as he had ever felt.
    The feeling of doom had fallen upon the marriage then. During the summer he had caught a series of time-consuming investigations, including a case requiring him to make a week-long trip to New York. While he was gone she went to the poker room at Hollywood Park for the first time. It was out of the boredom of being left alone and the frustration at her lack of success in finding an acceptable job in Los Angeles. She had