Angle of Investigation

a pocket in her blazer.
    “Chief Eckersly, do you understand your rights as I have read them?”
    “Of course, I understand them. I’ve only been a cop for forty years. What the hell is going on here?”
    “What’s going on is that we are giving you the opportunity to explain the relationship you had with this woman. If you choose not to cooperate, then it’s not going to work out well for you.”
    “I told you. There was no relationship and you can’t prove there was. That body had been in that tub for a week. From what I heard, it practically came apart when they were taking it out of there. You got no DNA. Nobody even knew about DNA back then.”
    Rider made a quick glance toward Bosch and this was her signal that he could step in if he wanted. He did.
    “You worked Wilshire for four years before that morning,” Bosch said. “Did you meet her on patrol? When she was out walking the dog? Where did you meet her, Chief? You told me you were working solo for four months before I was put in the car with you. Is that when you met her? When you were out working alone?”
    Eckersly angrily grabbed the phone out of its cradle on his dellyle on hsk.
    “I still know some people at Parker Center. I’m going to see if they are aware of what you two people are doing. Coming to my office to accuse me of this crap!”
    “If you call anyone, you better call your lawyer,” Bosch said.
    Eckersly slammed the phone back down into its cradle.
    “What do you want from me? I did not know that woman. Just like you, I saw her for the first time floating with her dog in the bathtub. First and last time. And I got out of there as fast as I goddamn could.”
    “And you never went back in.”
    “That’s right, boot. I never went back in.”
    There, they had him.
    “Then how come your palm print was on the wall over the toilet?”
    Eckersly froze. Bosch read his eyes. He remembered the moment he had put his hand on the wall. He knew they had him.
    Eckersly glanced out the office’s only window. It was to his left and it offered a view of a fire department equipment yard. He then looked back at Bosch and spoke in a quiet voice.
    “You know how often I wondered when somebody like you would show up here… how many years I’ve been waiting?”
    Bosch nodded.
    “It must have been a burden,” he said without sympathy.
    “She wanted more, she wanted something permanent,” Eckersly said. “Christ, she was fifteen years older than me. She was just a patrol pal, that’s what we called them. But then she got the wrong idea about things and when I had to set her straight she said she was going to make a complaint about me. She was going to go to the captain. I was married back then. I couldn’t…”
    He said nothing else. His eyes were downcast. He was looking at the memory. Bosch could put the rest of it together. Eckersly hatched a plan that would throw the investigation off, send it in the wrong direction. His only mistake was the moment he put his hand on the wall over the toilet.
    “You have to come with us now, Chief,” Rider said.
    She stood up. Eckersly looked up at her.
    “With you?” he said. “No, I don’t.”
    With his right hand he pulled open the desk drawer in front of him and quickly reached in with his left. He withdrew a black, steel pistol and brought it up to his neck.
    “No!” Rider yelled.
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    Eckersly pressed the muzzle deep into the left side of his neck. He angled the weapon upward and pulled the trigger. The weapon’s contact against his skin muffled the blast. His head snapped back and blood splattered across the wall of police memorabilia behind him.
    Bosch never moved in his seat. He just watched it happen. Pretty soon the woman from the front counter came running in and she screamed and held her hands up to her mouth.
    Bosch turned and looked at Rider.
    “That was a long time coming,” he said.
    Laura was already rented at Eddie’s Saturday Matinee, so Bosch rented Sharky’s Machine instead. He watched it at home that night while drinking beer and eating peanut butter sandwiches, and trying to keep his mind away from what had happened in Eckersly’s office. It wasn’t a bad movie, though he could see almost everything coming. Burt Reynolds and Bernie Casey made pretty good cops and Rachel Ward was the call girl with a heart of gold. Bosch saw what Burt saw in her. He thought he could easily fall in love with her, too. Call girl or not, dead or alive.
    Near the end of the movie,