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"Where?"

"In his home."

"Ah, I see. You plan to continue your professional interaction with him, to visit him at home. On a ruse, perhaps. But you won't be able to move about freely."

"I might be able to, if someone else keeps him occupied. I'll go with somebody else."

Locke leaned forward in his chair, his eyes wide. It was starting again, his excitement.



"What if you kept him busy and I had a look around? I am the expert on this, Harry. You would be better at keeping him busy. You could talk detective talk, I'd ask to use the bathroom. I would have a better grasp of -"

"Forget it, Dr. Locke. Listen to me, there is no way it's going to happen that way. Okay? It's too dangerous. Now, do you want to help me here or not?"

"Okay, okay. Again, I'm sorry. The reason I am so excited by the prospect of being inside this man's house and mind is that I think that this man, who is on a killing cycle of seven months plus, would almost certainly have trophies that would help him feed into his fantasy and recreate his kills, thereby dulling urges to physically act out."

"I understand."

"You've got a man with an unusually long cycle. Believe me, during those seven months the impulses to act out, to go out and kill, do not lie dormant. They are there. They are always there. Remember the erotic mold? I testified about it?"

"I remember."

"Okay, well, he is going to need to satisfy that erotic mold. To fulfill it. How does he do it? How does he last six or seven or eight months? The answer is, he has trophies. These are reminders of past conquests. By conquests I mean kills. He has things that remind him and help bring the fantasy alive. It's not the real thing by a long shot but he can still use the reminders to widen the cycle, to stave off the impulse to act. He knows the less he kills, the less chance there is that he will be caught.

"If you're right about him, he is now nearly eight months into a cycle. It means he is pushing the edge of the envelope, all the while trying to maintain his control. Yet at the same time we have this note and his strange compulsion to not be overlooked. To stand up and say, I'm better than the Dollmaker. I go on! And if you don't believe me, check out what I left in the concrete at such and such a place. The note shows severe disa.s.sembling at the same time he is locked in this tremendous battle to control the impulses. He has gone seven months plus!"

Bosch pressed his cigarette against the side of the trash can and dropped it in. He took out his notebook. He said, "The clothing of the victims, both the Dollmaker's and the Follower's, was never found. These could be the trophies he uses?"

"They could be, but put the notebook away, Harry. It's easier than that. Remember, what you have here is a man who chose his victims after seeing them in videos. So what better way to keep his fantasies alive than through videos. If you get free of him in the house, look for videos, Harry. And a camera."

"He videotaped the killings," Bosch said.

It wasn't a question. He was just repeating Locke, preparing himself for what was ahead with Mora.

"Of course, we can't say for sure," Locke said. "Who knows? But I'd put my money on it. You remember Westley Dodd?"

Bosch shook his head no.

"He was the one they executed a couple of years ago in Washington. Hanged him - a perfect example of what goes around comes around. He was a child-killer. Liked to hang kids in his closet, on coat hangers. And he also had a Polaroid camera he liked to use. After his arrest the police found a carefully kept photo alb.u.m, complete with Polaroids of the little boys he killed - hanging in the closet. He had taken the time to carefully label each picture with a caption. Very sick stuff. But as sick as it was, I guarantee you that that photo alb.u.m saved the lives of other little boys. Absolutely. Because he could use it to indulge his fantasy and not act it out."

Bosch nodded his understanding. Somewhere in Mora's house he would find a video or maybe a photographic gallery that would turn most people's stomachs. But for Mora it was what kept him out of the black place for as long as eight months at a time.

"What about Jeffrey Dahmer?" Locke said. "Remember him, in Milwaukee? He was a cameraman, too. Liked taking pictures of corpses, parts of corpses. Helped him go undetected by the police for years and years. Then he started keeping the corpses. That was his mistake."

They were silent for a few moments after that. Bosch's head filled with horrible images of the dead he had seen. He rubbed his eyes as if that might erase them.

"What's that they say about photos?" Locke asked then. "On the TV commercials? Something like 'the gift that keeps on giving.' Then what's that make videotape to a serial killer?"

Before leaving campus, Bosch dropped by the student union and went into the bookstore. He found a stack of copies of Locke's book on the p.o.r.no business in the section on psychology and social studies. The top one on the stack was well worn around the edges from being thumbed through. Bosch took the one below it.

When the girl at the register opened the book to get the price it flopped open to a black-and-white photo of a woman performing f.e.l.l.a.t.i.o on a man. The girl's face turned red but not as scarlet as Bosch's.

"Sorry," was all he could think to say.

"That's okay, I've seen it before. The book, I mean."

"Yeah."

"Are you teaching a cla.s.s with it next semester?"

Bosch realized that since he was too old to look like a student, seemingly the only valid reason for him to be buying the book was if he was a teacher. He thought that explaining that his interest was as a police officer would sound phony and get him more attention than he wanted.

"Yes," he lied.

"Really, what's it called? Maybe I'll take it."

"Uh, well, I haven't decided yet. I'm still formulating a -"

"Well, what's your name? I'll look for it in the catalog."

"Uh ...Locke. Dr. John Locke, psychology."

"Oh, you wrote the book. Yeah, I've heard of you. I'll look the cla.s.s up. Thanks and have a good day."

She gave him his change. He thanked her and left with the book in a bag.

25

Bosch was back in the federal courthouse shortly after four. While they waited for Judge Keyes to come out and dismiss the jury for the weekend, Belk whispered that he had called Chandler's office during the afternoon and offered the plaintiff fifty grand to walk away from the case.

"She told you to shove it."

"She wasn't that polite, actually."

Bosch smiled and looked over at Chandler. She was whispering something to Church's wife but must have felt Bosch's stare. She stopped speaking and looked over at him. For nearly half a minute they engaged in an adolescent stare-down contest, with neither backing down until the door to the judge's chambers opened and Judge Keyes bounded out and up to his place on the bench.

He had the clerk buzz in the jury. He asked if there was anything anybody needed to talk about and, when there wasn't, he instructed the jurors to avoid reading newspaper accounts of the case or watching the local TV news. He then ordered the jurors and all other parties to the case to be back by 9:30 A.M. A.M., Monday, when deliberations would begin again.

Bosch stepped on the escalator right behind Chandler to go down to the lobby exit. She was standing about two steps up from Deborah Church.

"Counselor?" he said in a low voice so the widow would not hear. Chandler turned around on the step, grabbing the handrail for balance.

"The jury is out, there is nothing that can change the case now," he said. "Norman Church himself could be waiting for us in the lobby and we wouldn't be able to tell the jury. So, why don't you give me the note? This case might be over, but there is still an investigation."

Chandler said nothing the rest of the way down. But in the lobby she told Deborah Church to go on out to the sidewalk and she'd be along soon. Then she turned to Bosch.

"Again, I deny there is a note, okay?"

Bosch smiled.

"We're already past that, remember? You slipped up yesterday. You said -"

"I don't care what I said or you said. Look, if the guy sent me a note, it would've just been a copy of what you already got. He wouldn't waste his time writing a new one."

"I appreciate you at least telling me that, but even a copy could be helpful. There could be fingerprints. The copy paper might be traceable."

"Detective Bosch, how many times did you pull prints from the other letters he sent?"

Bosch didn't answer.

"That's what I figured," she said. "Have a good weekend."

She turned and pushed her way through the exit door. Bosch waited a few seconds, put a cigarette in his mouth and went out himself.

Sheehan and Opelt were in the conference room filling in Rollenberger on their surveillance shift. Edgar was also sitting at the round table listening. Bosch saw he had a photo of Mora on the table in front of him. It was a face shot, like the one the department takes of every cop every year when they reissue ID cards.

"If it happens, it's not going to happen during the day anyway," Sheehan was saying. "So maybe tonight they'll have good luck."

"All right," Rollenberger said. "Just type something up for the chron log and you guys can call it a day. I'll need it because I have a briefing with Chief Irving at five. But remember, you're both on call tonight. It's going to be all hands. If Mora starts acting hinky I want you to get back out there with Mayfield and Yde."

"Right," Opelt said.

While Opelt sat down at the lone typewriter Rollenberger had requisitioned, Sheehan poured them cups of coffee from the Mr. Coffee that had appeared on the counter behind the round table sometime during the afternoon. Hans Off wasn't much of a cop but he could sure set up an Ops Center, Bosch thought. He poured himself a cup and joined Sheehan and Edgar at the table.

"I missed most of that," he said to Sheehan. "Sounds like nothing happened."

"Right. After you dropped by, he went back out to the Valley in the afternoon and stopped by a bunch of different offices and warehouses in Canoga Park and Northridge. We've got the addresses if you want 'em. They were all p.o.r.no distributors. Never stayed more than a half hour at any of them but we don't know what he was doing. Then he came back, did a little office work and went home."

Bosch a.s.sumed Mora was checking with other producers, trying to hunt down more victims, maybe asking about the mystery man Gallery had described four years ago. He asked Sheehan where Mora lived and wrote down the Sierra Bonita Avenue address in his notebook. He wanted to warn Sheehan about how close he had come to blowing the operation at the taco stand but didn't want to do so in front of Rollenberger. He'd mention it later.

"Anything new?" he asked Edgar.

"Nothing on the survivor, yet," Edgar answered. "I'm leaving in five minutes to go up to Sepulveda. The girls do a lot of rush-hour work up there, maybe I'll see her, pick her up."

Having gotten the updates from everyone else, Bosch told the detectives in the room about the information he had gotten from Mora and what Locke thought of it. At the end, Rollenberger whistled at the information as if it were a beautiful woman.

"Man, the chief should know this p.r.o.nto. He might want to double up on the surveillance."

"Mora's a cop," Bosch said. "The more bodies you put on the watch, the better chance he has of making them. If he knows we're watching him, you can forget the whole thing."

Rollenberger thought about this and nodded, but said, "Well, we still have to let the man know what's developing. Tell you what, n.o.body go anywhere for a few minutes. I'll see if I can get with him a little early and we'll see where we go from there."

He stood up with some papers in his hand and knocked on the door leading to Irving's office. He then opened it and disappeared through.

"Dips.h.i.t," Sheehan said after the door was closed. "Goin' in for a little mouth-to-a.s.s resuscitation."

Everybody laughed.

"Hey, you two," Bosch said to Sheehan and Opelt. "Mora mentioned your little meeting at the taco stand."

"s.h.i.t!" Opelt exclaimed.

"I think he bought the kosher burrito line," Bosch said and started laughing. "Until he tasted one! He couldn't get why you guys'd come all the way over from Parker for one of those s.h.i.tty things. He threw half of his out. So if he sees you again out there, he'll put it together. Watch your a.s.s."

"We will," Sheehan said. "That was Opelt's idea, that kosher burrito s.h.i.t. He -"

"What? What'd you want me to say? The guy we're watching suddenly walks up to the car and says, 'What's happening, boys?' I had to think of -"

The door opened and Rollenberger came back in. He went to his place but didn't sit down. Instead, he put both hands on the table and sternly leaned forward as if he had just been given orders from G.o.d.

"I've brought the chief up to date. He's very pleased with everything we've come up with in just twenty-four hours. He is concerned about losing Mora, especially with the shrink saying we are at the end of the cycle, but he doesn't want to change the surveillance. Adding another team doubles the chance Mora will see something. I think he's right. It's a very good idea to maintain status quo. We -"

Edgar tried to hold back a laugh but couldn't. It sounded more like a sneeze.

"Detective Edgar, something funny?"

"No, I think I'm getting a cold or something. Go on, please."

"Well, that's it. Proceed as planned. I will inform the other surveillance teams of what Bosch has come up with. We have Rector and Heikes taking the midnight shift, then the presidents tomorrow morning at eight."

The presidents were a pair of RHD partners named Johnson and Nixon. They didn't like being called the presidents, especially Nixon.

"Sheehan, Opelt, you are back on tomorrow at four. You've got Sat.u.r.day night, so be bright. Bosch, Edgar, still freelancing. See what you can come up with. Keep your pagers on and the rovers handy. We might need to pull everybody together on short notice."

"OT approved?" Edgar asked.

"All weekend. But if you're on the clock, I want to see the work. Only humps on this job, no freeloading. All right, that's it."

Rollenberger sat down then and pulled his chair close to the table. Bosch figured it was to cover up an erection, he seemed to get off so much on being the taskmaster here. All of them but Hans Off pushed into the hallway then and headed to the elevator.

"Who's drinking tonight?" Sheehan asked.

"More like, who isn't," Opelt answered.

Bosch got to his house by seven, after having only one beer at the Code Seven and finding that the alcohol was a turn-off after the overindulgence of the night before. He called Sylvia and told her there was no verdict yet. He said he was going to shower and change clothes and he would be up to see her by eight.

His hair was still damp when she opened her door. She grabbed him as soon as he stepped in and they held each other and kissed in the entry of her house for a long time. It was only when she stepped back that he saw she was wearing a black dress with a neckline that cut deeply between her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and a hemline about four inches over her knees.

"How'd it go today, the closing arguments and all?"

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