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"Every one of them was somebody's daughter," Ray Vaughn had told him. "Every one of them counted."

Bosch rubbed his eyes. He thought about Waits's offer to clear up nine murders, including Marie Gesto's and Daniel Fitzpatrick's and those of seven women who never caused a blip on anybody's radar. Something seemed not right about that. Fitzpatrick was an anomaly because he was a male and the killing didn't appear to be s.e.xually motivated. He had always a.s.sumed that Marie Gesto was a s.e.x killing. But she was not a throwaway victim. She had hit the radar big time. Had Waits learned from her? Had he honed his craft after her killing to make sure he never drew such police and media heat again? Bosch thought that maybe the heat he had applied on the Gesto case was what caused Waits to change, to become a more skilled and cunning killer. If that was so, then he would have to deal with that guilt at a later time. For now he had to focus on what was in front of him.

He put his gla.s.ses on again and went back to the files. The evidence against Waits was solid. Nothing like being caught in possession of body parts. A defense attorney's nightmare; a prosecutor's dream. The case sailed through a preliminary hearing in four days, and then the DA's office upped the ante with O'Shea announcing he would go for the death penalty.

Bosch had a legal pad to the side of the open file so that he could write down questions for O'Shea, Waits or others. It was blank when he came to the end of his review of the investigation and prosecution files. He now wrote the only questions that came to mind.

If Waits killed Gesto, why was there no photo of her in his apartment?



Waits lived in West Hollywood. What was he doing in Echo Park?

The first question could be easily explained. Bosch knew killers evolved. Waits could have learned from the Gesto killing that he needed reminders of his work. The photos could have started after Gesto.

The second question was more troubling to him. There was no report in the file that dealt with this question. It was thought simply that Waits had been on his way to get rid of the bodies, possibly to bury them in the parklands that surrounded Dodger Stadium. No further investigation of this was contemplated or called for. But to Bosch it was something to consider. Echo Park would have been at least a half hour away by car from Waits's apartment in West Hollywood. That was a long time to be driving with body parts in bags. Additionally, Griffith Park, which was larger and had more pockets of isolated and difficult terrain than the area around the stadium, was far closer to the West Hollywood apartment and would have been the better choice for a body dump.

To Bosch it meant that Waits had a specific destination in mind in Echo Park. This had been missed or dismissed as unimportant in the original investigation.

He next wrote two words.

psych profile?

No psychological study of the defendant had been conducted and Bosch was mildly surprised by this. Perhaps, he thought, it had been a strategic decision by the prosecution. O'Shea might have chosen not to take this route because he didn't know exactly where it would lead. He wanted to try Waits on the facts and send him to the death chamber. He didn't want to be responsible for opening a door to a possible insanity defense.

Still, Bosch thought, a psychological study could have been useful for understanding the defendant and his crimes. It should have been done. Whether the subject was cooperative or not, a profile could have been drawn from the crimes themselves as well as from what was known about Waits through his history, appearance, the findings in his apartment and interviews conducted with those he knew and worked for. Such a profile might have also been useful to O'Shea as an edge against a move by the defense to claim insanity.

Now it was too late. The department had a small psych staff and there would be no way for Bosch to get anything done before the interview with Waits the next day. And farming a request out to the FBI would result in a two-month wait at best.

Bosch suddenly had an idea about that but decided to grind it over for a little while before acting on anything. He put the questions aside for the moment and got up to refill his coffee mug. He was using a real coffee mug he had brought down from the Open-Unsolved Unit because he preferred it over Styrofoam. His mug had come from a famous writer and television producer named Stephen Cannell who had spent time with the OU Unit while researching a project. Printed on the side of the mug was Cannell's favorite piece of writing advice. It said What's the bad guy up to? What's the bad guy up to? Bosch liked it because he thought it was a good question for a real detective to always be considering as well. Bosch liked it because he thought it was a good question for a real detective to always be considering as well.

He came back to the cafeteria table and looked at the last file. It was thin and the oldest of the three. He put aside thoughts of Echo Park and psychological profiles, sat down and opened the file. It involved the reports and investigation related to Waits's arrest in February 1993 for prowling. It was the only blip on the radar involving Waits until his arrest in the van with the body parts thirteen years later.

The reports said Waits was arrested in the backyard of a home in the Fairfax District after a neighbor with insomnia happened to look out her window while walking through her dark house. She saw a man looking in the rear windows of the house next door. The woman woke her sleeping husband and he promptly snuck out of the house, jumped the man and held him until police arrived. The man was found in possession of a screwdriver and charged with prowling. He carried no identification and gave the name Robert Saxon to the arresting officers. He said he was only seventeen. But his ruse crumbled and he was identified as Raynard Waits, twenty-one, a short time later when a thumbprint taken during the booking process scored a match in DMV records to a driver's license issued nine months earlier to Raynard Waits. That license carried the same day and month of birth with one change. It said Raynard Waits was four years older than he had claimed to be as Robert Saxon.

Once identified, Waits admitted to police during questioning that he had been looking for a home to burglarize. However, it was noted in the report that the window he had been seen looking through corresponded to the bedroom of a fifteen- year-old girl who lived in the house. Still, Waits avoided any sort of s.e.x offender jacket in a plea agreement negotiated by his attorney, Mickey Haller. He was sentenced to eighteen months' probation, which, according to the reports, he completed with high marks and no violations.

Bosch realized that the incident was an early warning of what was to come. But the system was too overburdened and inefficient to recognize the danger that was in Waits. He worked the dates and realized that while Waits was successfully completing probation in the eyes of the justice system, he was also graduating from prowler to murderer. Marie Gesto was taken before he cleared his tail.

"Howzit going?"

Bosch looked up and quickly took off his gla.s.ses so he could focus on distance. Rider had come down to get coffee. She was holding an empty What's the bad guy up to? What's the bad guy up to? mug. The writer had given one to everybody in the squad. mug. The writer had given one to everybody in the squad.

"Almost done," he said. "How about you?"

"I'm done with what O'Shea gave us. I called Evidence Archives for the box on Fitzpatrick."

"What's in there?"

"I don't know for sure but the inventory in the book just lists the contents as p.a.w.n records. That's why I'm having it pulled. And while I'm waiting I'm going to finish up on Matarese and have it ready to walk over tomorrow. Depending on when we get to talk to Waits, I'll walk Matarese in either first thing or last thing. Did you eat lunch?"

"Forgot. What did you see in the Fitzpatrick file?"

She pulled out the chair opposite Bosch and sat down.

"The case was handled by the short-lived Riot Crimes Task Force, remember them?"

Bosch nodded.

"They had a clearance rate of like ten percent," she said. "Basically, anybody who did anything during those three days got away with it unless they were caught on camera, like that kid who bricked the truck driver while a news chopper was right on top of him."

Bosch remembered that there were more than fifty deaths during the three days of riots in 1992 and very few were ever solved or explained. It had been a free-for-all, a lawless time in the city. He remembered walking down the middle of Hollywood Boulevard and seeing flaming buildings on both sides of the street. One of those buildings probably contained Fitzpatrick's p.a.w.nshop.

"It was an impossible task," he said.

"I know," Rider said. "Putting together cases out of that chaos. I can tell from the file on Fitzpatrick that they didn't spend a lot of time with it. They worked the crime scene with a SWAT line guarding the place. The whole thing was pretty quickly written off as random violence, even when there was some stuff they should have routinely looked at."

"Like what?"

"Well, for starters, Fitzpatrick looks like he was a straight arrow. He took thumbprints off of everybody who brought in stuff to p.a.w.n."

"His edge against taking in stolen property."

"Exactly. And what p.a.w.nbroker do you know of back then who voluntarily did that? He also kept an eighty-six list-customers who were persona non grata for various reasons and customers who complained or threatened him. Apparently it isn't uncommon for people to come back in to buy back the property they've p.a.w.ned, only to find they are past the holding period and it's been sold. They get mad, sometimes they threaten the p.a.w.nbroker, and so on. Most of this came from a guy who worked for him in the store. He wasn't there the night of the fire."

"So, was the eighty-six list checked out?"

"It looks like they were going down the list when something happened. They stopped and wrote the case off as random violence a.s.sociated with the riot. Fitzpatrick was set on fire with lighter fluid. Half the stores on the Boulevard that were burned down were started the same way. So they stopped spinning their wheels on it and went on to the next one. There were two guys on it. One's retired and the other works Pacific. He's a patrol sergeant now, p.m. watch. I left a message."

Bosch knew he didn't have to ask if Raynard Waits was a name on the 86 list. That would have been the first thing Rider said.

"You might have an easier time getting to the retired guy," Bosch suggested. "Retired guys always want to talk."

Rider nodded.

"That's an idea," she said.

"The other thing is Waits used an alias when he got popped in 'ninety-three on a prowling charge. Robert Saxon. I know you checked for Waits on the eighty-six list. You might want to check Saxon as well."

"Got it."

"Look, I know you have all of that going, but do you have time to do an AutoTrack run on Waits today?"

The division of labor in their partnership had her doing most of the computer work. AutoTrack was a computer database that could provide an individual's address history through utility and cable hookups, DMV records and other sources. It was tremendously useful in tracing people back through time.

"I think I can swing it."

"I just want to see where he's lived. I can't figure out why he was in Echo Park and it looks like n.o.body else has given it much thought."

"To dump the bags, I thought."

"Right, yeah, we know that. But why Echo Park? He lived closer to Griffith Park and that would've probably been a better place for burying or dumping bodies. I don't know, something is missing or doesn't fit right. I think he was going somewhere he knew."

"He could have wanted the distance. You know, he thought the farther away from him the better."

Bosch nodded but he wasn't convinced.

"I think I'm going to ride over there."

"And what? You think you'll find where he was going to bury those bags? You turning psychic on me now, Harry?"

"Not yet. I just want to see if I can get a feel for Waits before we actually talk to the guy."

Saying the name made Bosch grimace and shake his head.

"What?" Rider asked.

"You know what we're doing here? We're helping to keep this guy alive. A guy who cuts women up and keeps them in the freezer until he runs out of room and has to take them out like trash. That's our job, find the way to let him live."

Rider frowned.

"I know how you feel, Harry, but I have to tell you, I kind of come down on O'Shea's side on this. I think it's better that all the families know and we clear all the cases. It's like with my sister. We wanted to know."

When Rider was a teenager her older sister was murdered in a drive-by shooting. The case was cleared and three bangers went away for it. It was the main reason she became a cop.

"It's probably like you with your mother, too," she added.

Bosch looked up at her. His mother had been murdered when he was a boy. More than three decades later he solved the crime himself because he wanted to know.

"You're right," he said. "But it just doesn't sit right with me at the moment, that's all."

"Why don't you take that ride and clear your head a little bit. I'll call you if anything comes up on the AutoTrack."

"I guess I will."

He started closing the files and putting them away.

CHAPTER 4

IN THE SHADOWS OF downtown's spires and under the glow of lights from Dodger Stadium, Echo Park was one of L.A.'s oldest and ever-changing neighborhoods. Over the decades it had been the destination of the city's immigrant undercla.s.s-the Italians coming first and then the Mexicans, the Chinese, the Cubans, Ukrainians and all of the others. By day a walk down the main drag of Sunset Boulevard might require skills in five or more languages to read all of the storefronts. By night it was the only place in the city where the air could be split by the sound of gang gunfire, the cheers for a home-run ball, and the baying of the hillside coyotes-all in the same hour. downtown's spires and under the glow of lights from Dodger Stadium, Echo Park was one of L.A.'s oldest and ever-changing neighborhoods. Over the decades it had been the destination of the city's immigrant undercla.s.s-the Italians coming first and then the Mexicans, the Chinese, the Cubans, Ukrainians and all of the others. By day a walk down the main drag of Sunset Boulevard might require skills in five or more languages to read all of the storefronts. By night it was the only place in the city where the air could be split by the sound of gang gunfire, the cheers for a home-run ball, and the baying of the hillside coyotes-all in the same hour.

These days Echo Park was also a favored destination of another cla.s.s of newcomer-the young and hip. The cool. Artists, musicians and writers were moving in. Cafes and vintage clothing shops were squeezing in next to the bodegas and mariscos mariscos stands. A wave of gentrification was washing across the flats and up the hillsides below the baseball stadium. It meant the character of the place was changing. It meant real-estate prices were going up, pushing out the working cla.s.s and the gangs. stands. A wave of gentrification was washing across the flats and up the hillsides below the baseball stadium. It meant the character of the place was changing. It meant real-estate prices were going up, pushing out the working cla.s.s and the gangs.

Bosch had lived for a short time in Echo Park when he was a boy. And many years back, there had been a police bar on Sunset called the Short Stop. But cops were no longer welcome there. The place offered valet parking and catered to the Hollywood crowd-two things sure to keep the off-duty officer away. For Bosch the neighborhood of Echo Park had dropped off the radar. To him it wasn't a destination. It was a drive-through neighborhood, a shortcut on his way to the Medical Examiner's Office for work or to a Dodgers game for fun.

From downtown he took a quick jog on the 101 Freeway north to Echo Park Road and then took that north again toward the hillside neighborhood where Raynard Waits had been arrested. As he pa.s.sed Echo Lake he saw the statue known as the Lady of the Lake Lady of the Lake watching over the water lilies, her hands palms up like the victim of a holdup. As a boy he had lived for almost a year with his mother in the Sir Palmer Apartments across from the lake, but it had been a bad time for her and him and the memory was all but erased. He vaguely remembered that statue but almost nothing else. watching over the water lilies, her hands palms up like the victim of a holdup. As a boy he had lived for almost a year with his mother in the Sir Palmer Apartments across from the lake, but it had been a bad time for her and him and the memory was all but erased. He vaguely remembered that statue but almost nothing else.

At Sunset he turned right and took it down to Beaudry. From there he drove up the hillside to Figueroa Terrace. He pulled to the curb near the intersection where Waits had been pulled over. A few old bungalow homes built in the thirties and forties were still there, but for the most part the houses were postwar concrete-block construction. They were modest with gated yards and barred windows. The cars in the driveways were not new or flashy. It was a working-cla.s.s neighborhood that Bosch knew would be largely Latino and Asian now. From the back of the homes on the west side there would be nice views of the downtown towers with the DWP Building front and center. The homes on the east side would have backyards that stretched up into the rugged terrain of the hills. And at the top of those hills would be the far parking lots of the baseball stadium complex.

He thought about Waits's window-washing van and wondered again why he had been on this street in this neighborhood. It wasn't the kind of neighborhood where he would have customers. It wasn't the kind of street where a commercial van would be expected at two in the morning, anyway. The two CRT officers had been correct in taking notice.

Bosch pulled over and put the car in park. He stepped out and looked around and then leaned against the car as he contemplated the questions. He still didn't get it. Why had Waits chosen this place? After a few moments he opened his cell phone and called his partner.

"You run that AutoTrack yet?" he asked.

"Just did. Where are you?"

"Echo Park. Anything come up near here?"

"Uh-uh, I was just looking. The farthest east it puts him is the Montecito Apartments on Franklin."

Bosch knew that the Montecito wasn't near Echo Park but it was not far from the High Tower Apartments, where Marie Gesto's car had been found.

"When was he at the Montecito?" he asked.

"After Gesto. He moved in, let's see, in 'ninety-nine, and out the next year. A one-year stay."

"Anything else worth mentioning?"

"No, Harry. Just the usual. The guy moved house every one or two years. Didn't like staying put, I guess."

"Okay, Kiz. Thanks."

"You coming back to the office?"

"In a little while."

He closed the phone and got back in the car. He took Figueroa Lane to Chavez Ravine Place and hit another stop sign. At one time the whole area up here was known only as Chavez Ravine. But that was before the city moved all the people out and bulldozed the bungalows and shacks they had called home. A grand housing project was supposed to rise in the ravine, with playgrounds and schools and shopping plazas that would invite back those who had been displaced. But once they cleared it all out the housing project was scratched from the city's plans and it was a baseball stadium that went in instead. To Bosch it seemed that as far back as he could remember in L.A., the fix was always in.

Bosch had been listening lately to the Ry Cooder CD called Chavez Ravine. Chavez Ravine. It wasn't jazz but that was okay. It was its own kind of jazz. He liked the song "It's Just Work for Me," a dirge about a bulldozer driver who came to the ravine to knock down the poor people's shacks and refused to feel guilty about it. It wasn't jazz but that was okay. It was its own kind of jazz. He liked the song "It's Just Work for Me," a dirge about a bulldozer driver who came to the ravine to knock down the poor people's shacks and refused to feel guilty about it.

You got to go where they send you When you're a dozer-drivin' man ...

He took a left on Chavez Ravine and in a few moments he came to Stadium Way and the spot where Waits had first drawn the attention of the CRT patrol as he pa.s.sed on his way down into Echo Park.

At the stop sign he surveyed the intersection. Stadium Way was the feeder line to the stadium's huge parking lots. For Waits to have come into the neighborhood this way, as the arrest report stated, he would have to have come in from downtown, the stadium, or the Pasadena Freeway. This would not have been the way in from his home in West Hollywood. Bosch puzzled with this for a few moments but determined there was not enough information to draw any conclusion. Waits could have driven through Echo Park, making sure he was not followed, and then drawn the CRT tail after turning around to go back.

He realized that there was much about Waits he didn't know and it bothered him that he would come face-to-face with the killer the next day. Bosch felt unprepared. He once again considered the idea he'd had earlier, but this time he didn't hesitate. He opened his phone and called the FBI field office in Westwood.

"I'm looking for an agent named Rachel Walling," he told the operator. "I'm not sure what squad she's with."

"Hold one."

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