The Concrete Blonde (hb-3)

amount to anything.”
    “Well, if you thought that, Detective, why did you go to her? Why not just take her information over the phone?”
    “The main reason was that she said she didn’t know the address she had been to with this man, but could show me the place if I drove her down Hyperion. Also, there seemed to be something genuine about her complaint, you know? It seemed that something had definitely scared her. I was about to head home so I thought I would just check it out on the way.”
    “Tell us what happened after you got to Hyperion.”
    “When we got there we could see lights on in the apartment over the garage. We even saw a shadow pass across one of the windows. So we knew the guy was still there. That’s when Miss McQueen told me about the makeup she saw in the cabinet under the sink.”
    “What did that mean to you?”
    “A lot. It immediately got my attention because we had never said in the press that the killer was keeping the victims’ makeup. It had leaked that he was painting their faces but not that he also kept their makeup. So when she told me she had seen this collection of makeup, it all clicked. It gave what she said some immediate legitimacy.”
    Bosch drank some water from a paper cup the marshal had filled for him earlier.
    “Okay, what did you do next?” Belk said.
    “It occurred to me that in the time it had taken her to call me and for me to pick her up and get back to Hyperion, he could have gone out and gotten another victim. So I knew there was a good chance there was another woman up there in danger. I went up. I ran up.”
    “Why didn’t you call for backup?”
    “First of all, I did not believe there was time to wait even five minutes for backup. If he had another woman in there, five minutes could mean her life. Secondly, I did not have a rover with me. I couldn’t make the call even if I wanted to-”
    “A rover?”
    “A portable radio. Detectives usually take them on assignment. Problem is, there are not enough of them to go around. And since I was going home I didn’t want to take one because I wasn’t coming back until the next evening shift. That would mean one less rover available during the next day.”
    “So you couldn’t radio for backup. What about a phone?”
    “It was a residential neighborhood. I could drive out and find a pay phone or knock on somebody’s door. It was about oneA.M. and I didn’t think people would open their doors quickly to a single man claiming to be a police officer. Everything was a question of time. I didn’t believe I had any. I had to go up by myself.”
    “What happened?”
    “Believing someone was in imminent danger, I went through the door without knocking. I was holding my gun out.”
    “Kicked it open?”
    “Yes.”
    “What did you see?”
    “First of all, I announced myself. I yelled, ‘Police.’ I moved a few steps into the room-it was a studio apartment-and I saw the man later identified as Church standing next to the bed. It was a foldout bed from a couch.”
    “What was he doing?”
    “He was standing there naked, next to the bed.”
    “Did you see anyone else?”
    “No.”
    “What next?”
    “I yelled something along the lines of ‘Freeze’ or ‘Don’t move’ and took another step into the room. At first he didn’t move. Then he suddenly reached down to the bed and his hand swept under the pillow. I yelled, ‘No,’ but he continued the movement. I could see his arm move as if his hand had grasped something and he started bringing the hand out. I fired one time. It killed him.”
    “How far away from him would you say you were?”
    “I was twenty feet away. It was one big room. We were at opposite sides of it.”
    “And did he die instantly?”
    “Very quickly. He dropped across the bed. The autopsy later showed the bullet entered under the right arm-the one he was reaching under the pillow with-and crossed through the chest. It hit his heart and both lungs.”
    “After he was down, what did you do?”
    “I went to the bed and checked to see if he was alive. He was still alive at that point, so I handcuffed him. He died a few moments later. I lifted the pillow. There was no gun.”
    “What was there?”
    Looking directly at Chandler, Bosch said, “Great mystery of life, he had been reaching for a toupee.”
    Chandler had her head down and was busy writing but she stopped and looked up at him and their eyes locked momentarily until she said, “Objection, Your Honor.”
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