The Last Coyote

just criminal print files, right?” Bosch asked. “You’ve got military, law enforcement, civil service, everything. That right?”
    “Yes, that’s right. But, look, Detective Bosch, we-”
    “Harry.”
    “Okay, Harry. This is a great tool that’s getting better all the time. You’re correct about that but there still are human and time elements here. The comparison prints have to be scanned and coded and then those codes have to be entered into the computer. And right now we have a backup that’s running twelve days.”
    He pointed to the wall above the computer. There was a sign with changeable numbers on it. Like the signs in the union office that said X number of days since the last death in the line of duty.

    AUTOMATED FINGERPRINT IDENTIFICATION SYSTEM
    Search Requests Will Take 12 Days To Process
    No Exception!

    “So, you see, we can’t take everybody who walks in here and put them at the front of the pack, okay? Now if you want to fill out a search request form, I can-”
    “Look, I know there are exceptions. Especially in homicide cases. Somebody made that run for Burns and Edgar the other day. They didn’t wait twelve days. They were put through right away and they cleared three homicides just like that.”
    Bosch snapped his fingers. Hirsch looked at him and then back to the computer.
    “Yes, there are exceptions. But that comes from on high. If you want to talk to Captain LeValley, maybe she’ll approve it. If you-”
    “Burns and Edgar didn’t talk to her. Somebody just did it for them.”
    “Well, then that was against the rules. They must have known somebody who did it for them.”
    “Well, I know you, Hirsch.”
    “Why don’t you just fill out a request and I’ll see what-”
    “I mean, what’s it take, ten minutes?”
    “No. In your case much longer. This print card you have is an antique. It’s obsolete. I’d have to run it through the Livescan machine, which would then assign codes to the prints. Then I’d have to hand-enter the codes it gives me. Then depending on the restrictions on the run you want, it could take-”
    “I don’t want any restrictions. I want it compared to all data bases.”
    “Then the computer time can run as long as thirty, forty minutes.”
    With a finger Hirsch punched his glasses back up his nose as if punctuating his resolve not to break the rules.
    “Well, Brad,” Bosch said, “the problem is I don’t know how much time I’ve got on this. Certainly not twelve days. No way. I’m working on it now because I have the time, but the next time I get a fresh call that will be it, I’ll be off it. That’s the nature of homicide, you know? So, are you sure there isn’t something we can do right now?”
    Hirsch didn’t move. He just stared at the blue screen. It reminded Bosch of the youth hall, when kids would literally shut down like a computer on standby when the bullies taunted them.
    “What are you doing now, Hirsch? We could do it right now.”
    Hirsch looked at him for a long moment before talking.
    “I’m busy. And look, Bosch, I know who you are, okay? That’s an interesting story about pulling old cases but I know it’s a lie. I know you’re on a stress leave. The story’s getting around. And you shouldn’t even be here and I shouldn’t be talking to you. So, could you please leave me alone? I don’t want to get into trouble. I don’t want people to get the wrong idea, you know?”
    Bosch looked at him but Hirsch’s eyes had moved back onto the computer screen.
    “Okay, Hirsch, let me tell you a real story. One-”
    “I really don’t want any more stories, Bosch. Why don’t you just-”
    “I’m going to tell you this story, then I’m leaving, okay? Just this one story.”
    “Okay, Bosch, okay. You tell the story.”
    Bosch looked at him silently and waited for Hirsch to make eye contact but the latent print technician’s eyes remained on the computer screen as if it were his security blanket. Bosch told the story anyway.
    “One time, a long time ago, I was almost twelve and I’m swimming in this pool, you see, and I’m under the water but I’ve got my eyes open. And I look up and I see up through the water up to the edge of the pool. I see this dark figure. You know, it was hard to figure out what it was, all wavy and all. But I could tell it was a man and there wasn’t supposed to be a man up there. So I came up for air at the side of the pool and I was right. It was a man. He was wearing this dark