The Closers

did your boyfriend say after Mackey called him?”
    “Nothin’. He just told me he was going to stay up and talk to Ro about something when he came home. He said they might go out for some privacy.”
    “That’s all?”
    “Yeah, that’s what he said.”
    They went at her several times and from several different angles, with Bosch and Rider trading the lead back and forth, but the interview produced nothing of real value to the investigation.
    Burkhart was next, but before going into the interview Bosch called Marcia and Jackson for an update.
    “You guys in the house yet?” Bosch asked Marcia.
    “Yeah, we’re in. We haven’t found anything yet.”
    “What about a cell phone?”
    “No cell phone so far. Do you think Burkhart could have slipped out on Kehoe and Bradshaw?”
    “Anything’s possible but I doubt it. They weren’t sleeping.”
    They were silent a moment as they thought about things and then Marcia spoke.
    “How long was it between the time Mackey got it and you called Kehoe and Bradshaw and told them to take Burkhart in?”
    Bosch reviewed his actions on the freeway before answering.
    “It was pretty quick,” he finally said. “Ten minutes max.”
    “Then there you go,” Marcia said. “Getting from the one eighteen in Porter Ranch all the way to Mariano Street in Woodland Hills in ten minutes max? And without being seen by our guys? No way. It wasn’t him. Kehoe and Bradshaw are his alibi.”
    “And no cell phone in the house…”
    They all already knew that the landline in the house was not used to make a call because it would have registered on the monitoring equipment at ListenTech.
    “Nope,” Marcia said. “No cell phone and no call on the landline. I don’t think this is our guy.”
    Bosch wasn’t ready to agree yet. He thanked him and hung up, then gave the bad news to Rider.
    “So what do we do with him?” she asked.
    “Well, he might not be our guy on Mackey, but Mackey called him after the story was read to him. I still like him for Verloren.”
    “But that doesn’t make sense. Whoever hit Mackey had to have been his partner on Verloren-unless you’re saying what happened on the on-ramp is just coincidental to all of this.”
    Bosch shook his head.
    “No, I’m not saying that. We’re just missing something. Burkhart had to have gotten a message out of that house.”
    “You mean like dial-a-hitman or something? It’s not working for me, Harry.”
    Now Bosch nodded. He knew she was right. It wasn’t coming together.
    “All right, then let’s just go in there and see what he has to say for himself.”
    Rider agreed and they spent a few minutes working out an interview strategy before going back into the hallway behind the squad room and entering the interview room where Burkhart waited.
    The room was stuffy with Burkhart’s body odor and Bosch left the door open. Burkhart had his head down on his folded arms. When he didn’t rouse from his feigned sleep Bosch kicked the leg of his chair and that brought his head up.
    “Rise and shine, Billy Blitzkrieg,” Bosch said.
    Burkhart had scraggly dark hair that flopped around a face of pasty white skin. He looked like he didn’t go out much except at night.
    “I want a lawyer,” Burkhart said.
    “We all do. But let’s start with first things first. My name is Bosch and this is Rider. You are William Burkhart and you are under arrest for suspicion of murder.”
    Rider started to read him his rights but he cut her off.
    “Are you crazy? I never left my house. My girlfriend was there the whole time.”
    Bosch held a finger to his lips.
    “Let her finish, Billy, and then you can lie to us as much as you like.”
    Rider finished reading the rights off the back of one of her business cards. Then Bosch took back over.
    “Now, you were saying?”
    “I’m saying you are fucked. I was home the whole time and I have a witness who can prove it. Besides, Ro was my friend. Why would I kill him? This is just a fucking joke, so why don’t you go ahead and get me my lawyer now so he can laugh your asses out of here.”
    “You finished, Bill? ’Cause I have some news for you. We’re not talking about Roland Mackey. We’re taking you back seventeen years to Rebecca Verloren. You remember her? You and Mackey? The girl you took up into the hills? That’s who we’re talking about here.”
    Burkhart showed nothing. Bosch had been hoping for a tell, some sort of sign that he was on the right track.
    “I don’t know