Angels Flight

wild in the villages. We probably would’ve killed the guy but you know what saved him? The girl. Stacey Kincaid saved him.”
    “How’s that?”
    “They found the body. We got the word and went out to the scene. We left Harris in a cell. Alive. He was lucky the word came when it did.”
    He stopped to take another gulp of beer.
    “I went out there – just a block from Harris’s place. She was pretty much decomposed, the young ones go fast. But I remember how she looked. Like a little angel, her arms out like she was flying…”
    Bosch remembered the pictures from the newspapers. Stacey Kincaid had been a pretty little girl.
    “Harry, leave me alone now,” Sheehan said quietly. “I’m going to walk back.”
    “No, let me give you a ride.”
    “No thanks. I’m walking.”
    “You sure you’re all right?”
    “I’m fine. Just a little worked up. That’s all. This is going to stay between us, right?”
    “Till the end, man.”
    Sheehan tried a weak smile. But he still didn’t look at Bosch.
    “Do me one favor, Hieronymus.”
    Bosch remembered when they had been a team. They only used their formal names, Hieronymus and Francis, when they were talking seriously and from the heart.
    “Sure, Francis. What?”
    “When you catch the guy who did Elias, I don’t care if it’s a cop or not, shake his hand for me. You tell him he’s my hero. But tell him he missed a good chance. Tell him he should’ve gotten Harris, too.”
    A half hour later Bosch opened the door to his home. He found his bed empty. But this time he was too tired to stay awake waiting for Eleanor. He started stripping off his clothes and thinking about his plans for the next day. He finally sat down on the bed ready for sleep and reached for the light. The moment he was in darkness, the phone rang.
    He turned the light back on and picked up the phone.
    “You bastard.”
    A woman’s voice – familiar, but he couldn’t place it.
    “Who is this?”
    “Carla Entrenkin, who do you think? Do you really think I wouldn’t know what you did?”
    “I don’t know what you’re talking about. What happened?”
    “I just watched Channel Four. Your buddy Harvey Button.”
    “What did he have?”
    “Oh, he blew it up real big. Let’s see if I can quote him correctly. ‘A link between Elias and an Internet prostitution ring was found in Elias’s office, a source close to the investigation says. It is believed by this source that Elias may have had liaisons with at least one of the women who advertised her services as a dominatrix on the web site.’ I think that about sums it up. I hope you are happy.”
    “I didn’t – ”
    “Don’t bother.”
    She hung up. Bosch sat there a long time thinking about what she had said.
    “Chastain, you asshole,” he said out loud.
    He turned out the light again and dropped back on the bed. He was soon asleep and having the same dream again. He was riding Angels Flight, going up. Only now there was a little blond girl seated across the aisle from him. She looked at him with sad and empty eyes.

Chapter 21
    BOSCH had a surprise waiting for him when he pushed the supply cart stacked with file boxes through the door of Deputy Chief Irving’s conference room. It was quarter to eight on Sunday morning. There were six FBI agents already crowded into the room and waiting. The surprise was the lead agent who stepped over to Bosch, his hand out and a smile on his face.
    “Harry Bosch,” the man said.
    “Roy Lindell,” Bosch replied.
    Bosch pushed the cart over to the table and took the man’s hand.
    “You’re on this? What happened to OC?”
    “Organized crime was getting boring. Especially after the Tony Aliso case. Hard to top that one, don’t you think?”
    “Yeah.”
    A couple of years earlier they had worked the Aliso murder – the “Trunk Music” case, according to the local media. Bosch and Lindell had started out as adversaries, but by the time the case was concluded in Las Vegas there was a respect between the two that certainly wasn’t shared between the two agencies they worked for. Bosch immediately took Lindell’s assignment to the Elias case as a good sign.
    “Listen,” Lindell said, “I think we have a few minutes. You want to grab a cup of coffee and talk about things?”
    “Sounds like a plan.”
    As they walked down the hall to the elevator they were met by Chastain, who was heading to the conference room. Bosch introduced Lindell.
    “You guys going for coffee?