Home

The Harry Bosch Novels Vol I Part 16

The Harry Bosch Novels - novelonlinefull.com

You’re read light novel The Harry Bosch Novels Vol I Part 16 online at NovelOnlineFull.com. Please use the follow button to get notification about the latest chapter next time when you visit NovelOnlineFull.com. Use F11 button to read novel in full-screen(PC only). Drop by anytime you want to read free – fast – latest novel. It’s great if you could leave a comment, share your opinion about the new chapters, new novel with others on the internet. We’ll do our best to bring you the finest, latest novel everyday. Enjoy

"One question about Meadows's sheet and then no more business," he said. "He got jammed up at Lompoc on an escape attempt. Then sent to TI. You know anything about that?"

"Yes. And it was a tunnel. He was a trusty and he worked in the laundry. The gas dryers had underground vents going out of the building. He dug beneath one of them. No more than an hour a day. They said he had probably been at it at least six months before it was discovered, when the sprinklers they use in the summer on the rec field softened the ground and there was a cave-in."

He nodded his head. He figured it had been a tunnel.

"The two others that were in on it," she said. "A drug dealer and a bank robber. They're still inside. There's no connection to this."

He nodded again.



"I think I should go now," she said. "We have a lot to do tomorrow."

"Yeah. I have a lot more questions."

"I'll try to answer them if I can."

She pa.s.sed closely by him in the small s.p.a.ce between the refrigerator and counter and moved out into the hallway. He could smell her hair as she went by. An apple scent, he thought. He noticed that she was looking at the print hanging on the wall opposite the mirror in the hallway. It was in three separate framed sections and was a print of a fifteenth-century painting called The Garden of Delights The Garden of Delights. The painter was a Dutchman.

"Hieronymus Bosch," she said as she studied the nightmarish landscape of the painting. "When I saw that was your full name I wondered if -"

"No relation," he said. "My mother, she just liked his stuff. I guess 'cause of the last name. She sent that print to me once. Said in the note that it reminded her of L.A. All the crazy people. My foster parents ... they didn't like it, but I kept it for a lot of years. Had it hanging there as long as I've had this place."

"But you like to be called Harry."

"Yeah, I like Harry."

"Good night, Harry. Thanks for the beer."

"Good night, Eleanor.... Thanks for the company."

PART IV

WEDNESDAY, MAY 23

By 10 A.M. A.M. they were on the Ventura Freeway, which cuts across the bottom of the San Fernando Valley and out of the city. Bosch was driving and they were going against the grain of traffic, heading northwest, toward Ventura County, and leaving behind the blanket of smog that filled the Valley like dirty cream in a bowl. they were on the Ventura Freeway, which cuts across the bottom of the San Fernando Valley and out of the city. Bosch was driving and they were going against the grain of traffic, heading northwest, toward Ventura County, and leaving behind the blanket of smog that filled the Valley like dirty cream in a bowl.

They were heading to Charlie Company. The FBI had only done a cursory check on Meadows and the prison outreach program the year before. Wish said she had thought its importance was minimal because Meadows's stay had ended nearly a year before the tunnel caper. She said the bureau had requested a copy of Meadows's file but had not checked the names of other convicts who were part of the program at the same time as Meadows. Bosch thought this was a mistake. Meadows's work record indicated the bank caper was part of a long-range plan, he told Wish. The bank burglary might have been hatched at Charlie Company.

Before leaving, Bosch had called Meadows's parole officer, Daryl Slater, and was given a rundown on Charlie Company. Slater said the place was a vegetable farm owned and operated by an army colonel who was retired and born again. He contracted with the state and federal prisons to take early release cases, the only requirement being that they be Vietnam combat veterans. That wasn't too difficult a bill to fill, Slater said. As in every other state in the country, the prisons in California had high populations of Vietnam vets. Gordon Scales, the former colonel, didn't care what crimes the vets had been convicted of, Slater said. He just wanted to set them right again. The place had a staff of three, including Scales, and held no more than twenty-four men at a time. The average stay was nine months. They worked the vegetable fields from six to three, stopping only for lunch at noon. After the work day there was an hour-long session called soul talk, then dinner and TV. Another hour of religion before lights-out. Slater said Scales used his connections in the community to place the vets in jobs when they were ready for the outside world. In six years, Charlie Company had a recidivist record of only 11 percent. A figure so enviable that Scales got a favorable mention in a speech by the president during his last campaign swing through the state.

"The man's a hero," Slater said. "And not 'cause of the war. For what he did after. When you get a place like that, moving maybe thirty, forty cons through it a year, and only one in ten gets his a.s.s in a jam again, then you are talking about a major success. Scales, he has the ear of the federal and state parole boards and half the wardens in this state."

"Does that mean he gets to pick who goes to Charlie Company?" Bosch asked.

"Maybe not pick, but give final approval to, yes," the PO said. "But the word on this guy is out. His name is known in every and any cellblock where you got a vet doing time. These guys come to him. They send letters, send Bibles, make phone calls, have lawyers get in contact. All to get Scales to sponsor them."

"Is that how Meadows got there?"

"Far as I know. He was already heading there when he was a.s.signed to me. You'd have to call Terminal Island and have them check their files. Or talk to Scales."

Bosch filled Wish in on the conversation while they were on the road. Otherwise, it was a long ride and there were long periods of silence. Bosch spent much of the time wondering about the night before. Her visit. Why had she come? After they crossed into Ventura County his mind came back to the case, and he asked her some of the questions he had come up with the night before while reviewing the files.

"Why didn't they hit the main vault? At WestLand there were two vaults. Safe-deposit and then the bank's main vault, for the cash and the tellers' boxes. The crime scene reports said the design of both vaults was the same. The safe-deposit vault was bigger but the armoring in the floor was the same. So it would seem that Meadows and his partners could just as easily have tunneled to the main vault, gotten in and taken whatever was there and gotten out. No need to risk spending a whole weekend inside. No need to pry open safe-deposit boxes either."

"Maybe they didn't know they were the same. Maybe they a.s.sumed the main vault would be tougher."

"But we are a.s.suming they had some knowledge of the safe-deposit vault's structure before they started on this. Why didn't they have the same knowledge of the other vault?"

"They couldn't recon the main vault. It's not open to the public. But we think one of them rented a box in the safe-deposit vault and went in to check it out. Used a phony name, of course. But, see, they could check out one vault and not the other. Maybe that's why."

Bosch nodded and said, "How much was in the main vault?"

"Don't know offhand. It should have been in the reports I gave you. If not, it's in the other files back at the bureau."

"More, though. Right? There was more cash in the main vault than what, the two or three million in property they got from the boxes."

"I think that is probably right."

"See what I'm saying? If they had hit the main vault the stuff would have been laying around in stacks and bags. Right there for the taking. It would have been easier. There probably would have been more money for less trouble."

"But, Harry, we know that from hindsight. Who knows what they knew going in? Maybe they thought there was more in the boxes. They gambled and lost."

"Or maybe they won."

She looked over at him.

"Maybe there was something there in the boxes that we don't even know about. That n.o.body reported missing. Something that made the safe-deposit vault the better target. Made it worth more than the main vault."

"If you're thinking drugs, the answer is no. We thought of that. We had the DEA bring around one of their dogs and he went through the broken boxes. Nothing. No trace of drugs. He then sniffed around the boxes the thieves hadn't gotten to and he got one hit. On one of the small ones."

She laughed for a moment and said, "So then we drilled this box the dog went nuts over and found five grams of c.o.ke in a bag. This poor guy who kept his c.o.ke stash at the bank got busted just because somebody happened to tunnel into the same vault."

Wish laughed again, but it seemed to be a little forced to Bosch. The story wasn't that funny. "Anyway," she said, "the case against the guy was kicked by an a.s.sistant U.S. attorney because he said it was a bad search. We violated the guy when we drilled his box without a warrant."

Bosch exited the freeway into the town of Ventura and headed north. "I still like the drug angle, despite the dog," he said after a quarter hour of silence. "They aren't infallible, those dogs. If the stuff was packed in there right and the thieves got it, there may not have been a trace. A couple of those boxes with c.o.ke in them and the caper starts being worth their while."

"Your next question will be about the customer lists, right?" she said.

"Right."

"Well, we did a lot of work on that. We checked everybody, right down to tracing purchases of things they said were in the boxes. We didn't find who did the job, but we probably saved the bank's insurance companies a couple million in paying for things that were reported stolen but never really existed."

He pulled into a gas station so he could take out a map book from under the seat and figure out the way to Charlie Company. She continued to defend the FBI investigation.

"The DEA looked at every name on the boxholder list and drew a blank. We ran the names through NCIC. We got a few hits but nothing serious, mostly old stuff." She gave another one of those short fake laughs. "One of the holders of one of the bigger boxes had a kiddy p.o.r.n conviction from the seventies. Served a deuce at Soledad. Anyway, after the bank job he was contacted and he reported nothing was taken, said he had recently emptied his box. But they say these pedophiles can never part with their stuff, their photos and films, even letters written about kids. And there was no record at the bank of him going into the box in the two months before the burglary. So we figured that the box was for his collection. But, anyway, that had nothing to do with the job. Nothing we turned up did."

Bosch found the way on the map and pulled out of the service station. Charlie Company was in grove country. He thought about her story about the pedophile. Something about it bothered him. He rolled it around in his head but couldn't get to it. He let it drift and went on to another question.

"Why was nothing ever recovered? All that jewelry and bonds and stocks, and nothing ever turns up except for a single bracelet. Not even any of the other worthless things that were taken."

"They are sitting on it until they think they are clear," Wish said. "That's why Meadows was smoked. He went out of line and p.a.w.ned the bracelet before he should have, maybe before everyone agreed they were clear. They found out he'd sold it. He wouldn't say where, so they buzzed him until he told them. Then they killed him."

"And by coincidence, I get the call."

"It happens."

"There is something in that story that doesn't work," Bosch said. "We start out with Meadows getting juiced, tortured, right? He tells them what they want, they put the hot load in his arm and they go get the bracelet from the p.a.w.nshop, okay?"

"Okay."

"But, see, it doesn't work. I've got the p.a.w.n slip. It was hidden. So he didn't give it to them, and they had to go break in the shop and take the bracelet, covering the scam by also taking a lot of other junk. So if he didn't give them the p.a.w.n slip, how'd they know where the bracelet was?"

"He told them, I guess," Wish said.

"I don't think so. I don't see him giving up one and not the other. He had nothing to gain from holding back the slip. If they got the name of the shop out of him, they would've gotten the slip."

"So, you're saying he died before he told them anything. And they already knew where the bracelet was p.a.w.ned."

"Right. They worked him to get the ticket, but he wouldn't give it up, wouldn't break. They killed him. Then they dump the body and roll his place. But they still don't find the p.a.w.n stub. So they hit the p.a.w.nshop like third-rate burglars. The question is, if Meadows didn't tell them where he had sold the bracelet and they didn't find the stub, how did they know where it was?"

"Harry, this is speculation on top of speculation."

"That's what cops do."

"Well, I don't know. Could have been a lot of things. They could have had a tail on Meadows 'cause they didn't trust him and could have seen him go into the p.a.w.nshop. Could've been a lot of things."

"Could've been they had somebody, say a cop, who saw the bracelet on the monthly p.a.w.n sheets and told them. The sheets go to every police department in the county."

"I think that kind of speculation is reckless."

They were there. Bosch braked the car at a gravel entranceway below a wooden sign with a green eagle painted on it and the words Charlie Company. The gate was open and they drove down a gravel road with muddy irrigation ditches running along both sides. The road split the farmland, with tomatoes on the right and what smelled like peppers on the left. Up ahead there was a large aluminum-sided barn and a sprawling ranch-style house. Behind these Bosch could see a grove of avocado trees. They drove into a circular parking area in front of the ranch house and Bosch cut the engine.

A man wearing a white ap.r.o.n that was as clean as his shaven head came to the screen at the front door.

"Mr. Scales here?" Bosch asked.

"Colonel Scales, you mean? No, he is not. It's almost time for chow, though. He'll be coming in from the fields then."

The man did not invite them to come in out of the sun, and so Bosch and Wish went back and sat in the car. A few minutes later a dusty white pickup truck drove up. It had an eagle inside a large letter C painted on the driver's door. Three men got out of the cab and six more piled out of the back. They moved quickly toward the ranch house. They ranged in age from late thirties to late forties. They wore military green pants and white T-shirts soaked with sweat. No one wore a bandanna or sungla.s.ses or had his sleeves rolled up. No one's hair was longer than a quarter inch. The white men were burned brown like stained wood. The driver, wearing the same uniform but at least ten years older than the rest, slowed to a stop and let the others go inside. As he approached, Bosch put him on the early side of his sixties, but a guy who was almost as solid as he had been in his twenties. His hair, what could be seen of it against his gleaming skull, was white and his skin was like walnut. He was wearing work gloves.

"Help you?" he asked.

"Colonel Scales?" Bosch said.

"That's right. You police?"

Bosch nodded and made introductions. Scales didn't seem too impressed, even with the FBI being mentioned.

"You remember about seven, eight months ago the FBI asked you for some information on a William Meadows, who spent some time here?" Wish asked.

"Sure I do. I remember every time you people call up or come around asking about one of my boys. I resent it, so I remember it. You want more information on Billy? Is he in some trouble?"

"Not anymore," Bosch said.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Scales said. "Sounds like you're saying he's dead."

"You didn't know?" Bosch said.

"'Course I didn't. Tell me what happened to him."

Bosch thought he saw genuine surprise and then a flashing hint of sadness cross Scales's face. The news had hurt.

"He was found dead three days ago in L.A. A homicide. We think it is related to a crime he took part in last year, that you may have heard about from the FBI's previous contact."

"The tunnel thing? At that bank in L.A.?" he asked. "I know what I was told by the FBI. That's it."

"That's fine," Wish said. "What we need from you is more complete information about who was here when Meadows was. We went over this ground before, but we are rechecking, looking for anything that might help. Will you cooperate with us?"

"I always cooperate with you people. I don't like it because half the time I think you got your wires crossed. Most of my boys, when they leave here, they don't get mixed up again. We have a good record here. If Meadows did what you're saying he did, he is the rarity."

"We understand that," she said. "And this will be strictly confidential."

"O'right then, come into my office and you can ask your questions."

As they went through the front door Bosch saw two long tables in what was probably once the ranch house's living room. About twenty men sat before plates of what looked like chicken-fried steaks and mounds of vegetables. Not one looked at Eleanor Wish. That was because they were silently saying grace, their heads down, eyes closed and hands folded. Bosch could see tattoos on almost every arm. When they stopped their prayer a chorus of forks struck home on the plates. A few of the men took the time then to look at Eleanor approvingly. The man in the ap.r.o.n who had come to the screen door earlier now stood in the doorway of the kitchen.

"Colonel, are you eating with the men today, sir?" he called.

Scales nodded and said, "I'll be through in a few minutes."

They went down a hallway and through the first door into an office that was supposed to be a bedroom. It was crowded by a desk with a top the size of a door. Scales pointed to two chairs in front of it and Bosch and Wish sat down, while he took the upholstered job behind the desk.

"Now, I know exactly what I am required by law to give you and what I don't have to even speak to you about. But I am inclined to do more, if it will help and we have an understanding. Meadows - I sort of knew he would end up as you say he did. I prayed to the Good Lord to guide him, but I knew. I will help you. No one should take a life in a civilized world. No one at all."

"Colonel," Bosch began, "we appreciate your help. I want you to know, first off, that we know what kind of job you are doing here. We know you have the respect and encouragement of both state and federal authorities. But our investigation of Meadows's death leads us to conclude he was involved in a conspiracy with other men who had the same skills as he and -"

Please click Like and leave more comments to support and keep us alive.

RECENTLY UPDATED MANGA

My Father in Law is Lu Bu

My Father in Law is Lu Bu

My Father in Law is Lu Bu Chapter 661 Author(s) : 大哥有枪 View : 2,029,880
Martial King's Retired Life

Martial King's Retired Life

Martial King's Retired Life Book 15: Chapter 101 Author(s) : Lee Taibai, Lee太白 View : 1,711,353
Chaotic Sword God

Chaotic Sword God

Chaotic Sword God Chapter 3835: Severed Arm Author(s) : Xin Xing Xiao Yao View : 25,202,570
The Grand Secretary's Pampered Wife

The Grand Secretary's Pampered Wife

The Grand Secretary's Pampered Wife Chapter 742.1: Overprotective Brother Author(s) : Pian Fang Fang, 偏方方, Folk Remedies, Home Remedy View : 572,015
Legend of Swordsman

Legend of Swordsman

Legend of Swordsman Chapter 6353: Star-Grade Special Life Form Author(s) : 打死都要钱, Mr. Money View : 10,250,119

The Harry Bosch Novels Vol I Part 16 summary

You're reading The Harry Bosch Novels. This manga has been translated by Updating. Author(s): Michael Connelly. Already has 457 views.

It's great if you read and follow any novel on our website. We promise you that we'll bring you the latest, hottest novel everyday and FREE.

NovelOnlineFull.com is a most smartest website for reading manga online, it can automatic resize images to fit your pc screen, even on your mobile. Experience now by using your smartphone and access to NovelOnlineFull.com