The Drop

She said they had gone by the house after school to pick up clothes. Bosch finally sent her back his approval.
    He then called Hannah to tell her she would be seeing him before eight o’clock. She said that Bosch and Chu could use one of the counseling rooms to show Pell the photo lineups.
    “What if we want to take Pell for a ride? Are there any rules about that?”
    “Where would you take him?”
    “We have an address. We think it’s where he lived with his mother and this guy. I want to see if he recognizes the place. It’s an apartment building.”
    She was quiet for a moment, probably considering whether it was a good or bad thing for Pell to see the place where he was abused as a child.
    “There are no rules,” she finally said. “He can leave the facility. But I think I should go, too. He could have a bad reaction. Maybe I should be there.”
    “I thought you had meetings. You have work till eight.”
    “I just need to get my hours in. I came in late today because I thought I would have sessions tonight. We get audited on our hours. I don’t want there ever to be an issue about my working a six-hour day.”
    “Got it. Well, we should be there in about an hour. Will Pell be back from work?”
    “He’s already back. We’ll be ready for you. Does this change our dinner plans?”
    “Not on my end. I was looking forward to it.”
    “Good. Me, too.”

21

    B osch and Chu drove separately out to the Valley so that they would not have to fight their way back downtown in rush-hour traffic after the excursion. Chu could simply head east on the 134 freeway to his home in Pasadena and Bosch could remain in the Valley until his dinner with Hannah Stone.
    On the way up on the 101 freeway, Bosch finally heard back from Witcomb of Hollywood Division patrol.
    “Sorry, Harry. I was in the middle of something, and then I just sort of forgot to call you back. What can I do you for?”
    “You know a P-three in the station named Robert Mason?”
    “Bobby Mason, yeah. But he’s nights and I’m days, so I don’t know him that well. What’s up with him?”
    “I’m looking at some arrests he’s made that have something to do with something I’m working and need to talk to him about it.”
    “You’re working the Chateau case with Irvin Irving’s kid, right?”
    It sounded odd to Bosch to call George Irving a kid.
    “That’s right.”
    “What kind of arrests are we talking about?”
    “Three deuces.”
    “What do three deuces have to do with the Chateau?”
    Bosch was silent for a moment, hoping the hesitation would send a message to Witcomb that he was seeking information, not looking to distribute it.
    “It’s just an angle,” he finally said. “What have you heard about Mason? Is he doing okay?”
    Bosch was largely talking in code, trying to find out if Mason had a reputation one way or the other in terms of being bent or corrupt in any way.
    “What I heard was that he was upset yesterday,” Witcomb said.
    “About what?”
    “About the Chateau. I guess he was old pals with the councilman’s son. I heard they were in the same academy class, even.”
    Bosch moved his car into the exit lane for Lankershim Boulevard. The plan was to pick up Chu in the commuter lot next to the Metrolink station in Studio City.
    He played it cool with Witcomb, not wanting to reveal the importance of things.
    “Yeah, I heard they knew each other back then,” he said.
    “Looks that way,” Witcomb said. “But that’s all I know, Harry. Like I said, Mason’s nights and I’m days. Speaking of which, I’m just about out of here. You got anything else?”
    This was Witcomb’s way of saying he didn’t want to get further involved in discussions about a fellow cop. Bosch didn’t really blame him.
    “Yeah, you know which basic Mason usually works?”
    Hollywood Division was geographically broken into eight basic car areas or patrol zones.
    “I can look it up here pretty quick. I’m in the watch office.”
    Bosch waited and Witcomb quickly came back.
    “This deployment he’s in six-Adam-sixty-five so I’d say that’s where he usually works.”
    A deployment period was twenty-eight days. The first “six” was for the Hollywood Division designation. “Adam” referred to his patrol unit and “sixty-five” was his zone. Bosch couldn’t remember the geographic delineations in Hollywood Division but he took a flyer.
    “Sixty-five, is that the La Brea corridor?”
    “You got it, Harry.”
    Bosch