Trunk Music

It was Gussie. And Bosch could see the delight and hate in his eyes, even in the dark. He stepped onto the porch and Bosch could see the shape of a gun in his right hand. Bosch immediately became angry with himself for not casing the house further or even asking Jerry if there was anyone other than his brother and Eleanor in the house. Gussie raised the gun and pressed its barrel against Bosch’s left cheek, just below the eye.
    “See how it feels?”
    “Been talking to the boss, huh?”
    “That’s right. And we’re not stupid, man, you’re stupid. We knew you might try something like this. Now we gotta call him and see what he wants to do. But first off, what you’re gonna do is unhook Tom and Jerry. Right the fuck now.”
    “Sure, Gussie.”
    Bosch was contemplating reaching into his coat and going for his other gun but knew it was suicide as long as Gussie held his gun at point-blank range. He started slowly reaching into his pocket for his keys when he saw the movement to his left and heard the shout.
    “Freeze it up, asshole!”
    It was Edgar. Gussie didn’t move an inch. After a few moments of this stand-off, Bosch reached into his coat, pulled his own gun and pushed the muzzle up into Gussie’s neck. They stood there staring at each other for a long moment.
    “What do you think?” Bosch finally said. “You want to try it? See if we both get one off?”
    Gussie said nothing and Edgar moved in. He put the muzzle of his gun against Gussie’s temple. A smile broke across Bosch’s face and he reached up and took Gussie’s gun from him and threw it into the pool.
    “I didn’t think so.”
    He looked over at Edgar and nodded his thanks.
    “You got him? I’ll go get her.”
    “I got him, Harry. And I’m hoping he does something stupid, the big fat fuck.”
    Bosch checked Gussie for another weapon and found none.
    “Where’s the cuff key?” he asked.
    “Fuck you.”
    “Remember the other night, Gussie? You want a repeat performance? Tell me where the fucking key is.”
    Bosch figured his own cuff key would fit but he wanted to make sure he got one away from Gussie. The big man finally blew out his breath and told Bosch the key was on the kitchen counter.
    Bosch went inside the house, his gun out, his eyes scanning for more surprises. There was nobody. He grabbed the cuff key off the kitchen counter and went into the back den where Eleanor was. When he stepped into the room and her eyes rose to his, he saw something that he knew he would always cherish. It wasn’t something he believed he could ever put into words. The giving way of fear, the knowledge of safety. Maybe thanks. Maybe that was how people looked at heroes, he thought. He rushed to her and knelt in front of her chair so that he could unlock the cuffs.
    “You okay, Eleanor?”
    “Yes, yes. I’m fine. I knew, Harry. I knew you would come.”
    He had the cuffs off and he just looked up at her face. He nodded and pulled her into a quick hug.
    “We gotta go.”
    They went out the back, where the scene did not look as if it had changed at all.
    “Jerry, you got him? I’m going to find a phone and call Felton.”
    “I got-”
    “No,” Eleanor said. “Don’t call them. I don’t want that.”
    Bosch looked at her.
    “Eleanor, what are you talking about? These guys, they abducted you. If we hadn’t come here, there’s a good chance they would’ve taken you out into the desert tomorrow and planted you.”
    “I don’t want the cops. I don’t want to go through all of that. I just want this to end.”
    Bosch looked at her a long moment.
    “Jerry, you got him?” he asked.
    “I got him.”
    Bosch went to Eleanor and grabbed her arm and led her back into the house. When they were in the alcove by the kitchen and far enough away that the men outside could not hear them, he stopped and looked at her.
    “Eleanor, what’s going on?”
    “Nothing. I just don’t want-”
    “Did they hurt you?”
    “No, I’m-”
    “Did they rape you? Tell me the truth.”
    “No, Harry. It is nothing like that. I just want this to end here.”
    “Listen to me, we can take down Marks, his lawyer and those three assholes out on the porch. That’s why I’m here. Marks told me he had you.”
    “Don’t kid yourself, Harry. You can’t touch Marks on this. What did he really tell you? And who’s your witness going to be? Me? Look at me. I’m a convicted felon, Harry. Not only that, I used to be one of the good guys. Just think what a