Echo Park

the car to the curb before driving up it.
    “We walk up and then we stay close to the line of garages until we get to seven-ten,” he said. “If we stay in close, he won’t have an angle on us from the house.”
    “What if he isn’t in the house? What if he’s in the garage waiting for us?”
    “Then we deal with it. We clear the garage first and then go up the stairs to the house.”
    “The houses are on the hillside. We still need to cross the street.”
    He looked at her across the top of the car as they got out.
    “Rachel, are you with me or not?”
    “I told you, I’m with you.”
    “Then, let’s go.”
    Bosch got out and started trotting up the sidewalk leading up the hill. He pulled out his phone and turned it off so it wouldn’t possibly vibrate while they were sneaking the house.
    He was huffing by the time he got to the top. Rachel was right behind him and didn’t show the same level of oxygen depletion. Bosch hadn’t smoked in years but the damage of twenty-five years before that had been done.
    Their only visual exposure to the pink house at the end of the street came when they got to the top and had to cross over to the garages that lined the east side of the street. They walked it, Bosch casually holding Walling by the arm and whispering in her ear.
    “I’m using you to block my face,” he said. “He’s seen me but he’s never seen you.”
    “It doesn’t matter,” she said when they got across. “If he saw us, you can expect he knows what’s happening.”
    He ignored the warning and started moving in front of the garages, which were built right along the sidewalk line. They got to 710 quickly and Bosch went to the panel of windows over one of the doors. Cupping his hands against the dirty glass, he looked in and saw that the interior was crowded by the van and stacks of boxes, barrels and other junk. He saw no movement and heard no sound. A door at the back wall of the garage was closed.
    He stepped over to the garage’s pedestrian door and checked the knob.
    “Locked,” he whispered.
    He stepped back and looked at the two pull-up doors. Rachel was now standing by the far door and leaning in close to it to listen for sounds from inside. She looked at Bosch and shook her head. Nothing. He looked down and saw that there was a handle at the bottom of each pull-up door but no exterior locking mechanism. He went to the first one, bent down and tried to pull the door open. It came about an inch and then stopped. It was locked from the inside. He tried the second door and encountered the same response. The door gave for a few inches but then stopped. Because of the minimal movement each door allowed, Bosch guessed that they were secured inside by padlocks.
    Bosch stood up and looked at Rachel. He shook his head and pointed upward, meaning it was time to go up to the house.
    They moved to the concrete stairs and quietly started up. Bosch led the way and stopped four steps from the top. He crouched and tried to catch his breath. He looked at Rachel. He knew they were winging it.
He
was winging it. There was no way to approach the house but to go directly to the front door.
    He turned from her and studied the windows one by one. He saw no movement, but he thought he could hear the sound of a television or radio coming from inside. He pulled his gun—it was a backup he had gotten out of the hallway closet that morning—and went up the final steps, holding the weapon down at his side as he quietly crossed the porch to the front door.
    Bosch knew that a search warrant was not at issue here. Waits had abducted a woman, and the life-and-death nature of the situation assuredly pushed them into no-warrant, no-knock territory. He put his hand on the knob and turned. The door was unlocked.
    Bosch slowly pushed the door open, noticing that a two-inch ramp had been placed over the threshold to accommodate a wheelchair. As the door came open the sound of the radio became louder. An evangelical station, a man talking about the impending rapture.
    They stepped into the house’s entry area. To the right it opened into a living room with a dining area to the back. Directly ahead through an arched opening was the kitchen. A hallway to the left led to the rest of the house. Without looking back at Rachel he pointed to the right, meaning she would go that way while he moved forward and cleared the kitchen before taking the hallway to the left.
    As he reached the archway Bosch glanced at Rachel and