The Drop

all in the car Chu proceeded to fake a phone call with the lieutenant in charge of the detective squad room at Hollywood Division.
    “L.T., Detective Chu, RHD, my partner and I are in the vicinity and would like to borrow one of your nine-by-nines for about an hour if we could. We could be there in five. Would that be all right with you?”
    There was a long silence followed by “I see” three times from Chu. He then thanked the lieutenant and closed his phone.
    “No good. They just rolled a DVD counterfeiting warehouse and they got all three rooms stacked. It will be a couple hours.”
    Bosch glanced back at McQuillen and shrugged.
    “Looks like you get to see the PAB, McQuillen.”
    “I guess so.”
    Bosch was pretty sure McQuillen had not fallen for the charade. On the rest of the drive Bosch tried to make small talk that would either elicit information or lower McQuillen’s guard. But the former cop knew all the tricks of the trade and remained mute almost the entire ride. This told Bosch that the interview at PAB was going to be difficult. Nothing was more difficult than trying to get a former cop to talk.
    But that was okay. Bosch was ready for the challenge and had a few things up his sleeve that he was pretty sure McQuillen hadn’t seen.
    Once they got into the PAB, they walked McQuillen through the vast RHD squad room and then placed him in one of the Open-Unsolved Unit’s two interview rooms.
    “We just need to check on a few things and we’ll get right back to you,” Bosch said.
    “I know how it works,” McQuillen said. “See you in about an hour, right?”
    “No, not that long. We’ll be right back.”
    The door automatically locked when he pulled it closed. Bosch went down the hall to the next door and stepped into the video room. He started the video and audio recorders and then went to the squad room. Chu was at his desk, opening the envelopes containing George Irving’s credit-card records. Bosch took his own seat.
    “How long are you going to let him cook?” Chu asked.
    “I don’t know. Maybe a half hour. I missed his cell phone during the pat-down. Maybe he’ll make a call and say the wrong thing and we’ll have it on video. Might get lucky.”
    “It’s happened before. You think he’s walking out of here tonight?”
    “I kind of doubt it. Even if he gives us nothing. Did you see his watch?”
    “No, he’s got long sleeves.”
    “I saw it. It fits. We book him and take the watch and it goes to forensics. We go for DNA and wound matching. DNA will take a while but maybe they can make the wound match by lunch tomorrow and then we go to the DA.”
    “Sounds like a plan. I’m going to get a cup of coffee. You want something?”
    Bosch turned and looked at his partner for a long moment. Chu’s back was to him. He was putting the credit-card reports into one stack and tapping the edges clean.
    “Nah, I’m fine.”
    “As long as you’re letting him cook awhile, I might sit down and look at all of this stuff. You never know.”
    Chu got up, putting the credit-card data into a fresh green file.
    “Yeah, you never know.”
    Chu walked out and Bosch watched him go. He then got up and went to the lieutenant’s office, popping his head in and telling Duvall that they had placed McQuillen in interview room 1 and that he was there voluntarily.
    He then went back to his desk and texted his daughter, making sure she had gotten home safely from school. She replied quickly, as her phone was an extension of her right hand and they had a rule that they never delayed responses to each other.

Home safe. Thought you were working last night.

    Bosch wasn’t sure what she was getting at. He had taken pains that morning to erase any indication that Hannah Stone had been there. He sent back an innocent response and then she nailed him.

Two wineglasses in the Bosch.

    They always called the dishwasher after its manufacturer’s name. Bosch realized he had left one detail uncovered. He thought for a moment and then typed out a text.

They were getting dusty on the shelf. I just washed them. But I am glad to know you are doing your chores.

    He doubted it would get by her but he waited two minutes and there was no reply. He felt bad about not telling her the truth but it wasn’t the right time to open up a discussion with his daughter about his romantic life.
    Deciding he had given Chu enough of a head start, he took the elevator down to the ground floor. He went out the front entrance