The Drop

another he wanted to keep private as well. Heath Witcomb had been a smoking pal from Harry’s days in Hollywood Division. They had shared the ash can behind the station countless times until Bosch gave up the habit. Witcomb was a patrol sergeant and as such he was in a position to know Robert Mason, the patrol cop credited with all three of the B&W drunk driving arrests. He also still smoked.
    “Busy, Harry,” Witcomb said as he answered. “What do you need?”
    “Just call me next time you go out back.”
    Bosch disconnected. As he pushed through the door back into the unit, Chu was pushing out.
    “Harry, where have you been?”
    “I went for a smoke.”
    “Harry, you don’t smoke.”
    “Yeah, so what’s up?”
    “Chilton Hardy.”
    “You found him?”
    “I think so. It fits.”
    They entered the cubicle and Chu slid into his seat in front of his computer. Bosch leaned over his shoulder to see the screen. Chu hit the space bar to rouse the computer from sleep. The screen lit, and on display was a mug shot of a white man of about thirty with spiky dark hair and acne scars. He cast a sullen look at the camera, staring with cold blue eyes.
    “Chilton Aaron Hardy,” Chu said. “Known as Chill.”
    “How old is this?” Bosch asked. “And where was it?”
    “Nineteen eighty-five. North Hollywood Division. Battery on a police officer. He was twenty-eight at the time and lived in an apartment on Cahuenga in Toluca Lake.”
    Toluca Lake was at the edge of Burbank and Griffith Park. Bosch knew it was very close to Travel Town, the place where Clayton Pell said he rode the trains when he was living with Chill.
    Bosch next did the math. Chilton Hardy would be fifty-four years old if he was still alive.
    “Did you put it through DMV?”
    Chu had not. He switched screens and plugged Hardy’s name into the state database containing the identities of the twenty-four million licensed drivers in California. Chu hit enter to begin the search and they waited to see if Hardy was one of those drivers. Seconds ticked by and Bosch expected a no-match return. As a general rule, people who get away with murder don’t stick around.
    “Bingo,” Chu said.
    Bosch leaned down and closer in toward the screen. There were two matches. Chilton Aaron Hardy, age seventy-seven and still licensed with an address down in Los Alamitos. And Chilton Aaron Hardy Jr., age fifty-four, of Woodland Hills, a suburb of Los Angeles.
    “Topanga Canyon Boulevard,” Bosch said, reading the address of the younger Hardy. “He didn’t go too far.”
    Chu nodded.
    “West Valley.”
    “Seems a little too easy. Why’d this guy hang around?”
    Chu didn’t answer because he knew Bosch was just thinking out loud.
    “Let’s see the photo,” Bosch said.
    Chu pulled up the driver’s license photo of Chilton Hardy Jr. In the twenty-six years since his arrest in North Hollywood, he had lost most of his hair, and his skin had turned sallow. His face was lined by years of hard living. But the eyes were still the same. Cold and unforgiving. Bosch looked at the photo for a long moment before speaking.
    “All right, good work. Print it.”
    “We going up to see Mr. Hardy?”
    “Not yet. We go slow and deliberate on this one. Hardy’s felt safe enough to stay in town all these years. We need to prepare and approach with caution. Print out both the old and new photos and make two six-packs.”
    “We’re going up to show Pell?”
    “Yeah, and maybe take him for a little ride.”
    While Chu got busy pulling mug shots and building the photo lineups, Bosch moved back to his desk. He was about to call Hannah Stone to inform her of their plan when a text came in from his daughter.

I told Ashlyn’s mom that you’re on a hot case. She says I can stay over. Cool?

    Bosch thought for a long moment before responding. It was a school night but Maddie had stayed with Ashlyn before on occasions when Bosch was traveling on cases. Ashlyn’s mother was very accommodating and believed she was in some way helping the cause of justice by taking care of Maddie while Bosch pursued murderers.
    But he had to wonder if there wasn’t something else at work here. Was his daughter clearing the way for him to be with Hannah?
    He almost called her but stuck with the texting conversation because he didn’t want Chu overhearing.

Are you sure? I won’t be that late. I could pick you up on my way home.

    She quickly answered that she was sure and wanted to stay over.