The Concrete Blonde (hb-3)

you can hope for is to know yourself. And sometimes when you do, when you see your true self, you have to turn away.”
    Bosch heard nothing for several seconds. He kept his eyes on the television screen and thought he could see ghosts forming and disintegrating in the static. He felt the grayish-blue glow burning behind his eyes and the start of a headache. He hoped he was going to live long enough to get it.
    “You were always a good guy to me, Harry. I-”
    There was a sound from the hallway, then a shout.
    “Mora!”
    It was Sheehan’s voice. Immediately it was followed by light that flooded the room. Bosch heard the pounding of several feet on the wood floor, then there was a shout from Mora and the sound of impact as he was tackled. Bosch took his thumb off the rover’s transmit button and began to throw himself to the right, out of harm’s way. And in that moment, a gunshot cracked across the room, echoing, it seemed, as loudly as anything he had ever heard.

Chapter 28
    Once Bosch had cleared the rover channel, Rollenberger came up almost immediately.
    “Bosch! Sheehan-Team One! What is happening there. What is-report immediately.”
    After a long moment went by, Bosch answered calmly.
    “This is Six. Team Leader, be advised you should proceed to the subject’s twenty.”
    “His home? What-did we have shots fired?”
    “Team Leader, be advised to keep the channel open. And all task force units, disregard the callout. All units are ten-seven until further notice. Unit Five, are you up?”
    “Five,” Edgar responded.
    “Five, could you meet me at our subject’s twenty?”
    “On my way.”
    “Six out.”
    Bosch turned off the rover before Rollenberger could get back on the channel.

    * * *

    It took the lieutenant a half hour to get from the Parker Center operations post to the house on Sierra Linda. By the time he arrived, Edgar was already there and a plan was in place. Bosch opened the front door just as Rollenberger reached it. The lieutenant strode through the entrance with a face turned red with equal parts of anger and befuddlement.
    “Okay, Bosch, what the hell is going on here? You had no authority to cancel the call out, to countermand my order.”
    “I thought the less people that know, the better, Lieutenant. I called out Edgar. I thought that would be enough to handle it and that way not too many would-”
    “Know what, Bosch? Handle what? What is going on here?”
    Bosch looked at him a moment before answering, then in an even voice said, “One of the men in your command conducted an illegal search of the suspect’s residence. He was caught in the act when the suspect eluded the surveillance you were supervising. That’s what happened.”
    Rollenberger reacted as if he had been slapped.
    “Are you crazy, Bosch? Where’s the phone? I want-”
    “You call Chief Irving and you can forget about ever running a task force again. You can forget about a lot of things.”
    “Bullshit! I had nothing to do with this. You went freelancing on your own and got your fingers caught in the jar. Where’s Mora?”
    “He’s upstairs in the room to the right, handcuffed to the Nautilus machine.”
    Rollenberger looked around at the others standing in the living room. Sheehan, Opelt, Edgar. They all gave him deadpan looks. Bosch said, “If you knew nothing about it,
Lieutenant,
you’ll have to prove that. Everything said on Symplex five tonight is on the reel-to-reel down at the city com center. I said I was in the house, you were listening. You even spoke to me a few times.”
    “Bosch, you were talking in codes, I didn’t-I knew nuh-”
    Rollenberger suddenly sprang wildly at Bosch, his hands up and going for his neck. Bosch was ready and reacted more aggressively. He pounded both palms into the other man’s chest and slammed him back against a hallway wall. A picture two feet to his side slid off the wall and clattered to the floor.
    “Bosch, you fool, the bust is ruined now,” he said while slumped against the wall. “It was all il-”
    “There’s no bust. He’s the wrong man. I think. But we have to be sure. You want to help us search the place and think about how to contain this, or do you want to call out the chief and explain how badly you handled your command?”
    Bosch stepped away, adding, “The phone’s in the kitchen.”

    * * *

    The search of the house took more than four hours. The five of them, working methodically and silently, searched every room, every