Trunk Music

but we both know the one he’ll be watching out for is Joey Marks.”
    Bosch stood up.
    “I guess then we’ll just have to settle for you. We’ll go the distance on you.”
    “Yeah, but you don’t have me, you prick. Fingerprints? You need more than that. That gun’s a plant and everybody’s going to know it.”
    “Yeah, you keep saying it. I’ll know what I need to know from ballistics by tomorrow morning.”
    It was hard for Bosch to tell if that had registered because Goshen didn’t give it much time to.
    “I’ve got a fuckin’ alibi! You can’t pin this on me, man!”
    “Yeah? What’s your fuckin’ alibi? How do you even know when he got hit?”
    “You asked me about Friday night, right? That’s the night.”
    “I didn’t say that.”
    Goshen sat silent and motionless for a half minute. Bosch could see the eyes going to work. Goshen knew he had crossed one line with what he had said. Bosch guessed he was considering how far he should cross. Bosch pulled the chair out and sat back down.
    “I got an alibi, so I’m in the clear.”
    “You’re not in the clear till we say you are. What’s your story?”
    “No. I’m gonna tell my lawyer what it is.”
    “You’re hurting yourself, Goshen. You’ve got nothing to lose telling me.”
    “Except my freedom, right?”
    “I could go out, verify your story. Maybe then I’d start listening to your story about the gun being planted.”
    “Yeah, right, that’s like puttin’ the inmates in charge of the prison. Talk to my lawyer, Bosch. Now get me a fucking phone.”
    Bosch stood up and signaled for him to put his arms behind his back. He did so and Bosch cuffed him again, then left the room.
    After Bosch filled them in on how Goshen had won round one, Felton told Iverson to take a phone into the interview room and allow the suspect to call his lawyer.
    “I guess we’ll let him stew,” Felton said when he and Bosch were alone. “See how he likes his first taste of incarceration.”
    “He told me he did three years down in Mexico.”
    “He tells that to a lot of people he’s trying to impress. Like the tattoos. When we were backgrounding him after he showed up a couple years ago, we never found anything about a Mexican prison and as far as we know, he’s never ridden a Harley, let alone with any motorcycle gang. I think a night in county might soften him up. Maybe by round two we’ll have the ballistics back.”
    Bosch said he had to use a phone to call his CO to check on what the plan was for the gun.
    “Just pick an empty desk out there,” Felton said. “Make yourself at home. Listen, I’ll tell you how this most likely will go and you can tell your Lieutenant Billets. The lawyer he calls is most likely going to be Mickey Torrino. He’s Joey Marks’s top guy. He’s going to object to extradition and meantime try to get bail. Any bail will do. All they want to do is get him out of our hands and into their hands and then they can make their decision.”
    “What decision?”
    “Whether or not to whack him. If Joey thinks Lucky might flip, he’ll just take him out to the desert somewhere and we’ll never see him again. Nobody will.”
    Bosch nodded.
    “So you go make your call and I’ll call over to the prosecutor’s office, see if we can’t get an X hearing scheduled. I think the sooner the better. If you can get Lucky to L.A., he’s going to be even more likely to start thinking about cutting a deal. That is, if we don’t break him first.”
    “It’d be nice to have the ballistics before the extradition hearing. If we get a ballistics match, it will seal it. But things don’t move so quickly in L.A., if you know what I mean. I doubt there’s even been an autopsy.”
    “Well, make your call and then we’ll reconnoiter.”
    Bosch used an empty desk next to Iverson’s to make his call. He got Billets at her desk and he could tell she was eating. He quickly updated her on his failed effort to scam Goshen into talking and the plans to have the prosecutor’s office in Las Vegas handle the extradition hearing.
    “What do you want to do about the gun?” he asked when he was done.
    “I want it back here as soon as possible. Edgar talked somebody over at the coroner’s office into doing the cut this afternoon. We should have the bullets by tonight. If we have the gun, we can take the whole thing over to ballistics tomorrow morning. Today’s Tuesday. I doubt there’d be an extradition hearing before Thursday. We’d