The Overlook

you to the overlook. This case never leaves the map page.”
    Walling came over and stood in front of him, blocking his view. Bosch could now hear sirens in the distance.
    “What are you saying? That Nassar and El-Fayed took the cesium and stashed it in a Dumpster at the bottom of the hill? Then this scavenger comes along and finds it?”
    “I’m saying you’ve got the cesium back so now we’re looking at this as a homicide again. You come down from the overlook and you can be in this alley in five minutes.”
    “So what? They stole the cesium and killed Kent just so they could come down here and stash it? Is that what you’re saying? Or are you saying they just threw it all away? Why would they do that? I mean, does that make any sense at all? I mean, I don’t see that scaring people in the way we know they want to scare us.”
    Bosch noted that she had asked six questions at once this time, possibly a new record.
    “Nassar and El-Fayed were never near the cesium,” he said. “That’s what I’m saying.”
    He walked over to the truck and picked the rolled poster up off the ground. He handed it to Rachel. The sirens were getting louder.
    She unrolled the poster in her hands and looked at it.
    “What is this? What does it mean?”
    Bosch took it back from her and started rolling it up.
    “Gonzalves found that in the same Dumpster where he found the gun and the camera and the lead pig.”
    “So? What does it
mean
, Harry?”
    Two fed cars pulled into the alley a block away and started making their way toward them, weaving around the Dumpsters pushed out for pickup. As they got close Bosch could see that the driver of the lead car was Jack Brenner.
    “Do you hear me, Harry? What does it-”
    Bosch’s knees suddenly seemed to give out and he fell into her, throwing his arms around her to stop himself from hitting the ground.
    “Bosch!”
    She grabbed on and held him.
    “Uh… I’m not feeling so good,” he mumbled. “I think I better… can you take me to my car?”
    She helped him straighten up and then started walking him toward his car. He put his arm over her shoulders. Car doors were slamming behind them as the agents got out.
    “Where are the keys?” Walling asked.
    He held the key ring out to her just as Brenner ran up to them.
    “What is it? What’s wrong?”
    “He was exposed. The cesium is in the center console in the truck cab. Be careful. I’m going to take him to the hospital.”
    Brenner stepped back, as if whatever Bosch had were contagious.
    “Okay,” he said. “Call me when you can.”
    Bosch and Walling kept moving toward the car.
    “Come on, Bosch,” Walling said. “Stay with me. Hang in there and we’ll get you taken care of.”
    She had called him by his last name again.

EIGHTEEN
    THE CAR JERKED FORWARD as Walling pulled out of the alley and into southbound traffic on Cahuenga.
    “I’m taking you back to Queen of Angels so Dr. Garner can take a look at you,” she said. “Just hang in there for me, Bosch.”
    He knew it was likely that the last-name endearments were about to come to an end. He pointed toward the left-turn lane that led onto Barham Boulevard.
    “Never mind the hospital,” he said. “Take me back to the Kent house.”
    “What?”
    “I’ll get checked out later. Go to the Kent house. Here’s the turn. Go!”
    She slipped into the left-turn lane.
    “What’s going on?”
    “I’m fine. I’m okay.”
    “What are you telling me, that that little fainting spell back there was-”
    “I had to get you away from the crime scene and away from Brenner so I could check this out and talk to you. Alone.”
    “Check what out? Talk about what? Do you realize what you just did? I thought I was saving your life. Now Brenner or one of those other guys will take the credit for the recovery of the cesium. Thanks a lot, asshole. That was my crime scene.”
    He opened his jacket and pulled out the rolled-up and folded yoga poster.
    “Don’t worry about it,” he said. “You can get the credit for the arrests. You just might not want it.”
    He opened the poster, letting the top half flop over his knees. He was only interested in the bottom half.
    “Dhanurasana,” he said.
    Walling glanced over at him and then down at the poster.
    “Would you start telling me what’s going on?”
    “Alicia Kent practices yoga. I saw the mats in the workout room at the house.”
    “I saw them, too. So what?”
    “Did you see the sun discoloration on the wall where