City Of Bones

“I wonder if her cameraman got any of that action on tape.”
    “You know, it would have been good to keep her as an ally,” Bosch said. “To just put up with her so that she was on our side when we needed her.”
    Edgar picked up his plate and struggled to slide his large body out of the picnic table.
    “I’ll see you up on the hill,” he said.
    Bosch looked at Brasher. She raised her eyebrows.
    “You mean he was the one who did it?”
    Bosch didn’t answer.

Chapter 7
    THE work in the city of bones lasted only two days. As Kohl had predicted, the majority of the pieces of the skeleton had been located and removed from the spot beneath the acacia trees by the end of the first day. Other bones had been found nearby in the brush in a scatter pattern indicative of disinterment over time by foraging animals. On Friday the searchers and diggers returned, but a daylong search of the hillside by fresh cadets and further excavation of the main squares of the grid found no more bones. Vapor probes and sample digs in all the remaining squares of the grid turned up no bones or other indications that other bodies had been buried beneath the acacia trees.
    Kohl estimated that sixty percent of the skeleton had been collected. On her recommendation and with Teresa Corazon’s approval the excavation and search were suspended pending further developments at dusk on Friday.
    Bosch had not objected to this. He knew they were facing limited returns for a large amount of effort and he deferred to the experts. He was also anxious to proceed with the investigation and identification of the bones-elements which were largely stalled as he and Edgar had worked exclusively on Wonderland Avenue during the two days, supervising the collection of evidence, canvassing the neighborhood and putting together the initial reports on the case. It was all necessary work but Bosch wanted to move on.
    On Saturday morning he and Edgar met in the lobby of the medical examiner’s office and told the receptionist they had an appointment with Dr. William Golliher, the forensic anthropologist on retainer from UCLA.
    “He’s waiting for you in suite A,” the receptionist said after making a call to confirm. “You know which way that is?”
    Bosch nodded and they were buzzed through the gate. They took an elevator down to the basement level and were immediately greeted by the smell of the autopsy floor when they stepped out. It was a mixture of chemicals and decay that was unique in the world. Edgar immediately took a paper breathing mask out of a wall dispenser and put it on. Bosch didn’t bother.
    “You really ought to, Harry,” Edgar said as they walked down the hall. “Do you know that all smells are particulate?”
    Bosch looked at him.
    “Thanks for that, Jerry.”
    They had to stop in the hallway as a gurney was pushed out of an autopsy suite. There was a body on it, wrapped in plastic.
    “Harry, you ever notice that they wrap ’em up the same way they do the burritos at Taco Bell?”
    Bosch nodded at the man pushing the gurney.
    “That’s why I don’t eat burritos.”
    “Really?”
    Bosch moved on down the hall without answering.
    Suite A was an autopsy room reserved for Teresa Corazon for the infrequent times she actually left her administrative duties as chief medical examiner and performed an autopsy. Because the case had initially garnered her hands-on attention she had apparently authorized Golliher to use her suite. Corazon had not returned to the crime scene on Wonderland Avenue after the portable toilet incident.
    They pushed through the double doors of the suite and were met by a man in blue jeans and a Hawaiian shirt.
    “Please call me Bill,” Golliher said. “I guess it’s been a long two days.”
    “Say that again,” Edgar said.
    Golliher nodded in a friendly manner. He was about fifty with dark hair and eyes and an easy manner. He gestured toward the autopsy table that was in the center of the room. The bones that had been collected from beneath the acacia trees were now spread across the stainless steel surface.
    “Well, let me tell you what’s been going on in here,” Golliher said. “As the team in the field has been collecting the evidence, I’ve been here examining the pieces, doing the radiograph work and generally trying to put the puzzle of all of this together.”
    Bosch stepped over to the stainless steel table. The bones were laid out in place so as to form a partial skeleton. The most obvious