The Drop

you ever need anything, okay?”
    “Thank you.”
    Bosch turned into the kitchen and grabbed two bottles of water out of the refrigerator. He was only a few seconds behind Rider but she was already at the rail, taking in the view and the sounds. He slid the door closed behind him so Maddie wouldn’t hear whatever it was Kiz had come to say.
    “Always amazes me how no matter where you go in this city, you can’t get away from the traffic,” she said. “Even up here.”
    Bosch handed her a bottle.
    “So if you’re going back downtown and working tonight, this must be an official visit. Let me guess, I’m getting written up for stealing one of the chief’s motorcade cars.”
    Rider waved that away like it was a fly.
    “That was nothing, Harry. But I am here to warn you.”
    “About what?”
    “It’s starting. With Irving. This next month is going to be allout war and there are going to be casualties. Just be ready.”
    “It’s me, Kiz. Be specific. What’s Irving doing? Am I already a casualty?”
    “No you’re not, but for starters he’s gone to the police commission and he wants them to review the whole Chilton Hardy case. From bust to bus. And they’ll do it. Most of them have their seats because of his patronage. They’ll do what he says.”
    Bosch thought of his relationship with Hannah Stone and what Irving could do with it. And jumping the Hardy warrant. If Irving could get to that, he’d be holding press conferences every day till the election.
    “Fine, let them come,” he said. “I’m clean on it.”
    “I hope so, Harry. But I’m not as worried about your part in the investigation as I am about the twenty years before that. When Hardy was running below the radar and there was no investigation. We’re going to look very bad when all of that comes out.”
    Now Bosch understood why she was there and had come in person. This was how high jingo worked. And this was what Irving had told him would happen.
    Bosch knew that the more the Open-Unsolved squad documented the crimes and victims of Chilton Hardy, the greater the public outrage would be over his seeming freedom to act with impunity for more than twenty years. The guy was never concerned enough about the police even to move out of the area.
    “So what do you want, Kiz? You want us to stop at Lily Price? Is that it? Tie it all up in one case and go for the death penalty? After all, we can only kill him once, right? Never mind the other victims, like Mandy Phillips with her photo hanging in Hardy’s fucking dungeon. I guess she’s one of the casualties you’re talking about.”
    “No, Harry, I don’t want you to stop. We can’t stop. First of all, the story’s gone international. And we want justice for all of the victims. You know that.”
    “Then what are you telling me, Kiz? What do you want?”
    She paused, looking for a way to avoid saying it out loud.
    But there was no way. Bosch waited.
    “Just slow things down a bit,” she finally said.
    Bosch nodded. He understood.
    “The election. We slow things down until the election and hope Irving gets dumped. That’s what you want?”
    He knew that once she said it, their relationship would never be the same.
    “Yes, it’s what I want,” she said. “It’s what we all want for the good of the department.”
    Those five words . . . “the good of the department.” They never added up to anything but high jingo. Bosch nodded and then turned and looked off at the view. He didn’t want to look at Kiz Rider anymore.
    “Come on, Harry,” Rider said. “We have Irving on the ground. Don’t give him what he needs to get back up and hurt us, to continue to damage the department.”
    He leaned over the wood railing and looked directly down into the brush below the deck.
    “It’s funny,” he said. “I think in all of this, Irvin Irving turns out to be the one who had things right, who was probably even telling the truth.”
    “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
    “It didn’t make sense to me: why would he press the case if he knew it could come back to his own complicity in a pay-for-play scam?”
    “Harry, there’s no need to go there. The case is closed.”
    “The answer was that he pressed the case because he wasn’t complicit. He was clean.”
    He reached into his soiled suit coat and pulled out the folded photocopy of the phone message Irving had given him. He had been carrying it with him since then. Without looking at Rider, he handed it to her