Echo Park
stops between Hollywood and downtown. He remembered the legend of Reynard the fox and the secret castle.
“Harry, I gotta go,” Pratt said. “You cool?”
“Yeah, right, cool. Thanks for running it down for me, Top.”
“All right, man. Technically, you are supposed to check in with me every day until we get the word you’re back on active.”
“You got it.”
Bosch hung the phone up. A few minutes later when Rachel came into the kitchen, he poured coffee into an insulated cup that came with the Lexus she had leased when she transferred to L.A. She had brought the cup in with her the night before.
She was dressed and ready for work.
“I don’t have anything here for breakfast,” he said. “We could go down the hill to Du-par’s if you have time.”
“No, that’s okay. I need to get going.”
She tore open a pink packet of sugar substitute and dumped it into the coffee. She opened the refrigerator and took out a quart of milk she had brought with her the night before as well. She whitened the coffee and put the top on the cup.
“What was the call you just got?” she asked.
“My boss. I just got sidelined while all of this is going on.”
“Oh, baby . . .”
She came over and hugged him.
“In a way it’s routine. The media and politics of the case make it a necessity. I’m on home duty until the OIS wraps things up and clears me of any wrongdoing.”
“You going to be okay?”
“I already am.”
“What are you going to do?”
“I don’t know. Home duty doesn’t mean I have to stay home. So I’m going to the hospital to see if they’ll let me hang with my partner for a while. Take it from there, I guess.”
“Want to have lunch?”
“Yeah, sure, that sounds good.”
They had quickly slipped into a domestic comfort that Bosch liked. It was almost as though they didn’t have to talk.
“Look, I’m fine,” he said. “You go to work and I’ll try to come down around lunchtime. I’ll call you.”
“Okay, I’ll talk to you.”
She kissed him on the cheek before leaving through the kitchen door to the carport. He had told her to use the space in the carport on the days she came to stay with him.
Bosch drank a cup of coffee on the back deck while looking over the Cahuenga Pass. The skies were still clear from the rain two days earlier. It would be another beautiful day in paradise. He decided to go to Du-par’s on his own to eat breakfast before heading to the hospital to check on Kiz. He could pick up the papers, see what was reported about the events of the day before and then bring them to Kiz, maybe read them to her if she wanted.
He walked back inside and decided to leave on the suit and tie he had dressed in that morning before getting the call from Pratt. Home duty or not, he was going to act and look like a detective. He did, however, go into the closet in the bedroom and from the shelf above pull down the box containing the case file copies he had made four years earlier, when he had retired. He looked through the stacks until he found the copy of the Marie Gesto murder book. Jackson and Marcia would have the original, since they were running with the investigation now. He decided to take the copy with him in case he needed something to read while visiting with Rider or if Jackson or Marcia called with any questions.
He drove down the hill and up to Ventura Boulevard and followed it west into Studio City. At Du-par’s he bought copies of the
Los Angeles Times
and the
Daily News
out of racks in front of the restaurant, then went in and ordered French toast and coffee at the counter.
The Beachwood Canyon story was on the front page of both papers. Both displayed color booking photos of Raynard Waits, and the articles played up the hunt for the mad killer, the formation of an LAPD task force, and a toll-free telephone tip line just for finding Waits. The editors of the newspapers apparently considered that angle more important to the readers and a better selling point than the killing of two cops in the line of duty and the wounding of a third.
The stories contained information released during the numerous press conferences held the day before but very few details about what had actually happened in the woods at the top of Beachwood Canyon. According to the stories it was all under continuing investigation and information was being jealously guarded by those in charge. The short bios of the officers involved in the shooting and Deputy Doolan were
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