Trunk Music

coming together. Quickly. Bosch was jazzed. When he stepped onto level ground he punched his fist in the air and walked quickly to his car.
    Bosch worked out the details in his head while he was driving to Hidden Highlands. The Plan. He had been like a cork floating in a great wide ocean that was the case. Bouncing with the currents, not in control of anything. But now he had an idea, a plan that would hopefully draw Veronica Aliso into the box.
    Nash was in the gatehouse when Bosch pulled up. He stepped out and leaned down on Bosch’s door.
    “Morning, Detective Bosch.”
    “Howzit going, Captain Nash?”
    “It’s going. I gotta say your people are creating a bit of a stir already this morning.”
    “Yeah, well, that can happen. Whaddaya gonna do?”
    “Go with the flow, I guess. You going in to catch up with them or you heading to Mrs. Aliso’s?”
    “I’m going to see the lady.”
    “Good. Maybe that’ll get her off my back. I gotta call, you know.”
    “Why’s she on your back?”
    “She’s just been calling up wondering why you people have been talkin’ to the neighbors all morning.”
    “What did you tell her?”
    “I told her they got a job to do and a murder investigation requires them to talk to a lot of people.”
    “That’s good. I’ll see you.”
    Nash waved him off and opened the gate. Bosch drove to the Aliso house, but before he got there he saw Edgar walking from the front door of the home next door to his car. Bosch stopped and waved him over.
    “Harry.”
    “Jerry. Get anything yet?”
    “Nah, not really. Thing about these rich neighborhoods, it’s like working a shooting in South Central. Nobody ever wants to talk, nobody saw nothing. I get tired of these people.”
    “Where’s Kiz?”
    “She’s working the other side of the street. We met at the station and took one car. She’s on foot down there somewhere. Hey, Harry, what do you think about her?”
    “Kiz? I think she’s good.”
    “No, I don’t mean as a cop. You know…what do you think?”
    Bosch looked at him.
    “You mean like you and her? What do I think?”
    “Yeah. Me and her.”
    Bosch knew Edgar was six months divorced and starting to pull his head out of the sand again. But he also knew something about Kiz that he didn’t have the right to tell him.
    “I don’t know, Jerry. Partners shouldn’t get involved.”
    “I suppose. So you going to see the widow now?”
    “Yeah.”
    “Maybe I better go with you. You never know, if she figures out we think she’s it, then she’s liable to wig out, maybe try to take you out.”
    “I doubt it. She’s too cool for that. But let’s go find Kiz. I think both of you should come. I’ve got a plan now.”
    Veronica Aliso was waiting for them at her door.
    “I’ve been waiting for you people to come by to explain just what is going on.”
    “Sorry, Mrs. Aliso,” Bosch said. “We’ve been kind of busy.”
    She ushered them in.
    “Can I get you something?” she asked over her shoulder as she led them in.
    “I think we’re fine.”
    Part of the plan was for Bosch to do all the talking, if possible. Rider and Edgar were to intimidate her with their silence and their cold-eyed stares.
    Bosch and Rider sat where they had sat before and so did Veronica Aliso. Edgar remained standing on the periphery of the seating section of the living room. He put his hand on the mantel of the fireplace and the look on his face said he would rather be anywhere else on the planet on this Saturday morning.
    Veronica Aliso was wearing blue jeans, a light blue Oxford shirt and dirty work boots. Her hair was pulled back and pinned up in the back. She was still very attractive though obviously dressing down. Through her open collar Bosch could see a scattering of freckles that he knew from her video went all the way down her chest.
    “Are we interrupting something?” Bosch asked. “Were you about to go out?”
    “I wanted to go to the Burbank stables sometime today if I could. I keep a horse there. My husband’s body was cremated and I want to take his ashes up the trail into the hills. He loved the hills…”
    Bosch somberly nodded.
    “Well, this won’t take too long. First off, you’ve seen us in the neighborhood this morning. We’re just conducting a routine canvass. You never know, maybe someone saw something, maybe somebody watching the house or a car here that shouldn’t have been here. You never know.”
    “Well, I think I’d be the one who would know