City Of Bones

get a neighbor to take care of it.”
    “Should’ve called Animal Control.”
    “He was on to us about that. Hey, you have cats, right?”
    “Yeah, but I’m not taking in this guy’s.”
    “No, I don’t mean that. I just want to know, like, how long do they last without food and some water?”
    “You mean you didn’t leave any food for the cat?”
    “No, we did, but it’s probably gone by now.”
    “Well, if you fed it today it can probably last until tomorrow. But it won’t be too happy about it. Maybe tear the place up a little bit.”
    “Looked like it already had. Listen, I gotta go. I want to watch the rest of the tape and see how we sit.”
    “All right, I’ll let you go. But, Harry, don’t kick a gift horse in the mouth. You know what I mean?”
    “I think so.”
    They hung up then and Bosch started the videotape of the confession again. But almost immediately he turned it back off. The cat was bugging him. He should have made arrangements for it to be taken care of. He decided to go back out.

Chapter 42
    AS Bosch approached Delacroix’s trailer he saw light behind every curtain of every window. There had been no lights on when they left with Delacroix twelve hours earlier. He drove on by and pulled into the open parking space of a lot several trailers away. He left the box of cat food in the car, walked back to Delacroix’s trailer and watched it from the same position where he had stood when Edgar had hit the door with his warrant knock. Despite the late hour the freeway’s hiss was ever present and hindered his ability to hear sounds or movement from within the trailer.
    He slipped his gun out of its holster and went to the door. He carefully and quietly stepped up onto the cinder blocks and tried the doorknob. It turned. He leaned to the door and listened but still could hear nothing from within. He waited another moment, slowly and silently turned the knob and then pulled the door open while raising his weapon.
    The living room was empty. Bosch stepped in and swept the trailer with his eyes. No one. He pulled the door closed without a sound.
    He looked through the kitchen and down the hallway to the bedroom. The door was partially closed and he could not see anyone, but he heard banging sounds, like somebody closing drawers. He started moving through the kitchen. The smell of cat urine was horrible. He noticed the plate on the floor under the table was clean, the water bowl almost empty. He moved into the hallway and was six feet from the bedroom door when it opened and a head-down figure came toward him.
    Sheila Delacroix screamed when she looked up and saw Bosch. Bosch raised his gun and then immediately lowered it when he recognized who it was. Sheila raised her hand to her chest, her eyes growing wide.
    “What are you doing here?” she said.
    Bosch holstered his weapon.
    “I was going to ask you the same thing.”
    “It’s my father’s place. I have a key.”
    “And?”
    She shook her head and shrugged.
    “I was… I was worried about the cat. I was looking for the cat. What happened to your face?”
    Bosch moved past her in the tight space and stepped into the bedroom.
    “Had an accident.”
    He looked around the room and saw no cat or anything else that drew his attention.
    “I think he’s under the bed.”
    Bosch looked back at her.
    “The cat. I couldn’t get him out.”
    Bosch came back to the door and touched her shoulder, directing her to the living room.
    “Let’s go sit down.”
    In the living room she sat down in the recliner while Bosch remained standing.
    “What were you looking for?”
    “I told you, the cat.”
    “I heard you opening and closing drawers. The cat like to hide in drawers?”
    Sheila shook her head as if to say he was bothering over nothing.
    “I was just curious about my father. While I was here I looked around, that’s all.”
    “And where’s your car?”
    “I parked it by the front office. I didn’t know if there’d be any parking here, so I parked there and walked in.”
    “And you were going to walk the cat back on a leash or something?”
    “No, I was going to carry him. Why are you asking me all these questions?”
    Bosch studied her. He could tell she was lying but he wasn’t sure what he should or could do about it. He decided to throw her a fastball.
    “Sheila, listen to me. If you were in any way involved with what happened to your brother, now’s the time to tell me and to try to make a deal.”
    “What are