The Overlook

He’s stable, boring and not interested. He wasn’t-”
    “Every man is interested. It doesn’t matter if they’re married or how many kids they have.”
    She spoke quietly.
    “Would you listen and let me finish now? You are wrong about Brenner. He never met Alicia Kent before today. He wasn’t my partner when I came here last year and I never told you he was.”
    Bosch was jolted by the news. He’d assumed that her current partner had been her partner last year. He’d had Brenner’s image locked and loaded in his mind as he had unfolded the story.
    “At the start of the year all partners in TIU were shuffled. It’s the routine. It promotes a better team concept. I’ve been with Jack since January.”
    “Who was your partner last year, Rachel?”
    She held his eyes for a long moment.
    “It was Cliff Maxwell.”

NINETEEN
    HARRY BOSCH ALMOST LAUGHED but was too shocked to do anything but shake his head. Rachel Walling was telling him that Cliff Maxwell was Alicia Kent’s partner in murder.
    “I can’t believe this,” he finally said. “About five hours ago I had the killer handcuffed on the floor right here!”
    Rachel looked mortified by the realization that the murder of Stanley Kent was an inside job and the theft of the cesium was nothing more than a well-played misdirection.
    “You see the rest now?” Bosch asked. “You see how he would work it? Her husband’s dead and he starts coming around out of sympathy and because he’s on the case. They start dating, fall in love and nobody ever raises an eyebrow about it. They’re still out there looking for Moby and El-Fayed.”
    “And what if we ever catch those guys?” Walling said, taking up the story. “They could deny being a part of this thing until Osama bin Laden dies in a cave of old age but who would believe them or care? There’s nothing more ingenious than framing terrorists with a crime they didn’t commit. They can never defend themselves.”
    Bosch nodded.
    “A perfect crime,” he said. “The only reason it blew up was because Digoberto Gonzalves checked that Dumpster. Without him we’d still be chasing Moby and El-Fayed, probably thinking that they had used Samir’s place as a safe house.”
    “So, what do we do now, Bosch?”
    Bosch shrugged but then answered anyway.
    “I say we set up a classic rattrap. Put them both in rooms, ring the bell and say the first one who talks gets the deal. I’d bet on Alicia. She’ll break and give him up, probably blame him for everything, say she was acting under his influence and control.”
    “Something tells me you’re right. And the truth is, I don’t think Maxwell was smart enough to pull this off. I worked with-”
    Her cell phone started buzzing. She took it out of her pocket and looked at the screen.
    “It’s Jack.”
    “Find out where Maxwell is.”
    She answered the call and first replied to a few questions about Bosch’s status, telling Brenner that he was okay but was losing his voice because his throat hurt. Bosch got up for another bottle of water but listened from the kitchen. Walling casually steered the call toward Maxwell.
    “Hey, where’s Cliff, by the way? I wanted to talk to him about that thing with Bosch in the hallway. I didn’t like what he-”
    She stopped and listened to the answer and Bosch saw her eyes immediately become alert. Something was wrong.
    “When was that?” she asked.
    She listened again and stood up.
    “Listen, Jack, I’ve got to go. I think Bosch is about to be discharged. I’ll check in as soon as I’m clear here.”
    She closed the phone and looked at Bosch.
    “I can’t stand lying to him. He won’t forget it.”
    “What did he say?”
    “He said there were too many agents at the recovery scene-just about everybody came out from downtown and they were standing around waiting on the radiation team. So Maxwell volunteered to go pick up the witness at the Mark Twain. Nobody had gotten around to it because I’d pulled off the original pickup team.”
    “He went alone?”
    “That’s what Jack said.”
    “How long ago?”
    “A half hour.”
    “He’s going to kill him.”
    Bosch started moving quickly toward the door.

TWENTY
    BOSCH DROVE THIS TIME. On the way toward Hollywood he told Walling that Jesse Mitford had no phone in his room. The Mark Twain wasn’t much when it came to full service. Instead, Bosch called the watch commander at Hollywood Division and asked him to send a patrol car to the hotel to check on