The Reversal

he’ll feel the need for… fresh inspiration. And if he feels under pressure, the chances are good he’ll move in that direction even sooner.”
    “Then we’d better be ready,” Haller said. “I’m the guy who let him out. If you have any doubts about him being covered, then I want to hear them.”
    “No doubts,” Bosch said. “If Jessup makes a move, we’ll be on him.”
    “When are you planning on going out with the SIS again?” McPherson asked.
    “Whenever I can. But I’ve got my daughter, so it’s whenever she’s on a sleepover or I can get somebody to come in.”
    “I want to go once.”
    “Why?”
    “I want to see the real Jessup. Not the one in the papers and on TV.”
    “Well…”
    “What?”
    “Well, there are no women on the team and they’re constantly moving with this guy. There won’t be any bathroom breaks. They piss in bottles.”
    “Don’t worry, Harry, I think I can handle it.”
    “Then I’ll set it up.”

Twenty-one
    Friday, March 19, 10:50 A.M .
    I checked my watch when I heard Maggie say hello to Lorna in the reception room. She entered the office and dropped her case on her desk. It was one of those slim and stylish Italian leather laptop totes that she never would have bought for herself. Too expensive and too red. I wanted to know who gave it to her like I wanted to know a lot of things she would never tell me.
    But the origin of her red briefcase was the least of my worries. In thirteen days we would start picking jurors in the Jessup case and Clive Royce had finally landed his best pretrial punch. It was an inch thick and sat in front of me on my desk.
    “Where have you been?” I said with a clear note of annoyance in my voice. “I called your cell and got no answer.”
    She came over to my desk, dragging the extra chair with her.
    “More like, where were you?”
    I glanced at my calendar blotter and saw nothing in the day’s square.
    “What are you talking about?”
    “My phone was turned off because I was at Hayley’s honors assembly. They don’t like cell phones ringing when they are calling the kids up to get their pins.”
    “Ah, shit!”
    She had told me and copied me on the e-mail. I printed it out and put it on the refrigerator. But not on my desk blotter or into my phone’s calendar. I blew it.
    “You should’ve been there, Haller. You would’ve been proud.”
    “I know, I know. I messed up.”
    “It’s all right. You’ll get other chances. To mess up or stand up.”
    That hurt. It would’ve been better if she had chewed my ass out like she used to. But the passive-aggressive approach always got deeper under the skin. And she probably knew that.
    “I’ll be at the next one,” I said. “That’s a promise.”
    She didn’t sarcastically say Sure, Haller, or I’ve heard that one before . And somehow that made it worse. Instead, she just got down to business.
    “What is that?”
    She nodded at the document in front of me.
    “This is Clive Royce’s last best stand. It’s a motion to exclude the testimony of Sarah Ann Gleason.”
    “And of course he drops it off on a Friday afternoon three weeks before trial.”
    “More like seventeen days.”
    “My mistake. What’s he say?”
    I turned the document around and slid it across the desk to her. It was held together with a large black clip.
    “He’s been working on this one since the start because he knows the case comes down to her. She’s our primary witness and without her none of the other evidence matters. Even the hair in the truck is circumstantial. If he takes out Sarah he takes out our case.”
    “I get that. But how’s he trying to get rid of her?”
    She started flipping through the pages.
    “It was delivered at nine and is eighty-six pages long so I haven’t had the time to completely digest it. But it’s a two-pronged effort. He’s attacking her original identification from when she was a kid. Says the setup was prejudicial. And he—”
    “That was already argued, accepted by the trial court and it held up on appeal. He’s wasting the court’s time.”
    “He’s got a new angle this time. Remember, Kloster’s got Alzheimer’s and is no good as a witness. He can’t tell us about the investigation and he can’t defend himself. So this time out Royce alleges that Kloster told Sarah which man to identify. He pointed Jessup out for her.”
    “And what is his backup? Supposedly only Sarah and Kloster were in the room.”
    “I don’t know. There’s no