The Closers

other VIPs were taken to their seats, no one bothered him. They were mostly politicians and dignitaries and a few purple heart winners from Iraq who wore the uniform of the U.S. Marine Corps.
    Bosch’s skin felt raw under his starched collar and tightly knotted tie. He had spent almost an hour in the shower scrubbing away the ink he’d had put to his skin, hoping that it would take all the ugliness of the case down the drain with it.
    He didn’t notice the approach of Deputy Chief Irvin Irving until the cadet leading him to the tent said, “Excuse me, sir.”
    Bosch looked up and saw that Irving was being seated right next to him. He straightened up and grabbed his program off the seat intended for Irving.
    “Enjoy yourself, sir,” the cadet said before snapping into a turn and heading back for another VIP.
    Irving didn’t say anything at first. He seemed to be spending a lot of time making himself comfortable and looking around to see who might be watching them. They were in the first row, two of the best seats in the place. Finally he spoke without turning or looking at Bosch.
    “What is going on here, Bosch?”
    “You tell me, Chief.”
    Bosch took a turn looking around to see if anyone was watching them. It obviously wasn’t happenstance that they were sitting next to each other. Bosch did not believe in coincidences. Not like that.
    “The chief said he wanted me to be here,” he said. “He invited me on Monday when he gave me back my badge.”
    “Good for you.”
    Another five minutes went by before Irving spoke again. The tent was almost full, except for the spot reserved for the chief of police and his wife at the end of the first row. Irving whispered now.
    “You’ve had a hell of a week, Detective. You land in shit and come out stinking like a rose. Congratulations.”
    Bosch nodded. It was an accurate assessment.
    “What about you, Chief? Just another week at the office for you?”
    Irving didn’t respond. Bosch thought about the places he had looked for Robert Verloren the night before. He thought about Muriel Verloren’s face when she had seen her daughter’s killer being led to the patrol car. Bosch had had to hurry Stoddard into the backseat to keep her away from him.
    “It was all because of you,” Bosch said quietly.
    Irving glanced at him for the first time.
    “What are you talking about?”
    “Seventeen years, that’s what I’m talking about. You had your man check the alibis on the Eights. He didn’t know that Gordon Stoddard was also the girl’s teacher. If it had been Green and Garcia running down the alibis-as it should have been-they would have come across Stoddard and easily put the whole thing together. Seventeen years ago. All of that time, that’s on you.”
    Irving turned fully in his seat to face Bosch.
    “We had an agreement, Detective. You break it and I will find other ways of getting to you. I hope that’s understood.”
    “Yeah, sure, whatever you say, Chief. But you forget one thing. I’m not the only one who knows about you. What are you going to do, make your little deals with everybody? Every reporter, every cop? Every mother and father who has had to live with a hollowed-out life because of what you did?”
    “Keep your voice down,” Irving said through his teeth.
    Bosch responded in a quiet, calm voice.
    “I’ve said all I want to say to you.”
    “Well, let me tell you something, I’m not finished talking to you. If I find -”
    He dropped the sentence as the chief of police was escorted by with his wife. Irving straightened himself in his seat as the music swelled and the show began. Twenty-four cadets with shining new badges on their uniformed chests marched into the parade grounds and took their positions in front of the VIP tent.
    There were too many preliminary speeches. Then the inspection of the new officers took too long. But finally the program reached the main event, the traditional remarks of the chief of police. The man who had taken Bosch back into the department was relaxed and poised at the lectern. He spoke of rebuilding the police department from the inside out and starting with the twenty-four new officers standing before him. He said he was talking about rebuilding both the image and the practice of the department. He said many of the things he had said to Bosch on Monday morning. He urged the new officers never to break the law to enforce the law. To do their job constitutionally and compassionately at all times.
    But