Trunk Music

going to tell it like it is. You people will come out okay in some parts, not so okay in others. Overall, it’s not going to be a good day for this department.”
    “Is that why we’re getting hit for two months? Because we’re the messengers?”
    Irving looked at him a long moment, his jaw clenched, before answering.
    “I’m not going to dignify that with a reply.”
    He looked at Rider and Edgar and said, “You two can go now. You’re finished here. I need to discuss another matter with Detective Bosch.”
    Bosch watched them go and prepared for more of Irving’s ire about the last comment. He wasn’t sure why he had said it. He knew it would bait the deputy chief.
    But after Rider closed the door to the office, Irving spoke of another matter.
    “Detective, I wanted you to know that I’ve already talked to the federal people and we’re all squared away on that.”
    “How is that?”
    “I told them that with today’s developments it has become pretty clear-make that crystal clear-that you had nothing to do with planting evidence on their man. I told them it was Powers and that we were terminating that particular aspect of our internal investigation of your conduct.”
    “Fine, Chief. Thanks.”
    Thinking that was it, Bosch made a move toward the door.
    “Detective, there is one other thing.”
    Bosch turned back to him.
    “In discussing this matter with the chief of police, there is still one other aspect that bothers him.”
    “And what is that?”
    “The investigation started by Detective Chastain brought in ancillary information about your association with a convicted felon. It’s troubling to me, too. I’d like to be able to get some assurance from you that this is not going to continue. I’d like to take that assurance to the chief.”
    Bosch was silent a moment.
    “I can’t give you that.”
    Irving looked down at the floor. He was working the thick muscles of his jaw again.
    “You disappoint me, Detective Bosch,” he finally said. “This department has done a lot by you. So have I. I’ve stood by you through some tough spots. You’ve never been easy, but you have a talent that I think this department and this city certainly need. I suppose that makes you worth it. Do you want to possibly alienate me and others in this department?”
    “Not particularly.”
    “Then take my advice and do the right thing, son. You know what that is. That’s all I’m going to say on that.”
    “Yes, sir.”
    “That’s all.”
    When Bosch got to his house, he saw a dusty Ford Escort parked at the curb out front. It had Nevada plates. Inside the house, Eleanor Wish was sitting at the table in the small dining room with the classified ads section of the Sunday Times. She had a lit cigarette in the ashtray next to the paper and she was using a black marker to circle want ads. Bosch saw all of this and his heart jumped into a higher gear. What it meant to him was that if she was looking for a job, then she might be digging in, staying in L.A. and staying with him. To top it all off, the house was filled with the aroma of an Italian restaurant, heavy on the garlic.
    He came around the table and put his hand on her shoulder and tentatively kissed her on the cheek. She patted his hand. As he straightened up, though, he noticed she was looking at ads for furnished apartments in Santa Monica, not the employment section.
    “What’s cooking?” he asked.
    “My spaghetti sauce. You remember it?”
    He nodded that he did but he really didn’t. His memory of the days he had spent with her five years before were all centered on her, the moments they were intimate, and what happened afterward.
    “How was Las Vegas?” he asked, just to be saying something.
    “It was Vegas. The kind of place you never miss. If I never go back that will be fine with me.”
    “You’re looking for a place here?”
    “I thought I might as well start looking.”
    She had lived in Santa Monica before. Bosch remembered her apartment with the bedroom balcony. You could smell the sea and if you leaned out over the railing, you could look down Ocean Park Boulevard and even see it. He knew she couldn’t afford a place like that now. She was probably looking at the listings east of Lincoln.
    “You know there’s no hurry,” he said. “You can stay here. Nice view, it’s private. Why don’t you…I don’t know, take your time.”
    She looked up at him but decided not to say what she was about to say. Bosch could