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"Well, I'm going with the percentages for now."

Bosch walked over to Donovan, who was bagging the wallet and airline ticket in a clear plastic evidence envelope.

"Art, we've got a problem."

"You're telling me. I was just thinking I can rig some tarps over light tripods, but I don't think you'll be able to block the view for everybody in the Bowl. Some of them are going to get a show all right. I guess it will make up for canceling the fireworks. That is, unless you're just planning to sit tight with it until after the show."

"Nah, we do that and some defense lawyer will tear us new a.s.sholes in court for delaying things. Every lawyer went to school on O.J., Art. You know that."



"So then what do we do?"

"Just do what you've got to do here with some speed and then we'll take the whole thing to the print shed. You know if anybody's in there right now?"

"No, it should be free," Donovan said slowly. "You mean you're talking about the whole thing? The body, too?"

Bosch nodded.

"Besides, you can do a better job with it in the shed, right?"

"Absolutely. But what about the ME? They've got to sign off on something like this, Harry."

"I'll deal with that. Before we put it on the flatbed, though, make sure you guys have got stills and video in case things shift during transit. Also, run a print card off the guy and give it to me."

"You got it."

While Donovan went to Quatro to explain the drill, Bosch huddled with Edgar and Rider.

"Okay, for now we're going to run with this one. If you had plans for the rest of the night, make your calls. It's going to be a long one. This is how I want to break it up."

He pointed up to the homes on the crestline.

"First, Kiz, I want you to go up there and do a house-to-house. You know the routine. See if anybody remembers seeing the Rolls or knows how long it's been here. Maybe somebody heard the shots. They might've echoed up the side of the hill. We want to try to pin down the time this happened. After that, I- you got a phone?"

"No. I have a rover in the car."

"No. I want to keep everything about this off the air."

"I can use a phone in somebody's house."

"Okay, call me when you're done or I'll page you when I'm done. Depending on how things shake out, you and I will either do next of kin or his office after that."

She nodded. Bosch turned to Edgar.

"Jerry, you go in and work from the station. You've got the paper on this one."

"She's the rookie."

"Well, then, next time don't show up in a T-shirt. You can't go knocking on doors dressed like that."

"I got a shirt in the car. I'll change."

"Next time. You're on the paper on this one. But before you start, I want you to put Aliso through the box and see what you get on him. He's got a DL issued last year, so they've got his thumbprint on file through DMV. See if you can get somebody from prints to compare it to the print card Art's getting for you right now. I want the ID confirmed as soon as possible."

"There ain't going to be anybody in prints t'night. Art's the guy on call. He should do this."

"Art's going to be tied up. See if you can shake somebody at home loose. We need the ID."

"I'll try but I can't prom-"

"Good. After that, I want you to call everybody who works a basic car in this area and see if anyone's seen the Rolls. Powers- the guy up at the road- is going to pull shake cards on the kids who hang out here. I want you to start running them down, too. After that you can start the paper going."

"s.h.i.t, with all this, I'll be lucky if I start typing before next next Monday." Monday."

Bosch ignored his whining and appraised both his partners.

"I'll stay with the body. If I get tied up, Kiz, you go on to check out the office address and I'll handle next of kin. Okay, everybody know what's what?"

Rider and Edgar nodded. Bosch could tell Edgar was still annoyed about something.

"Kiz, you head out now."

She walked away and Bosch waited until she was out of earshot before speaking.

"Okay, Jerry, what's the problem?"

"I just want to know if that's how it's going to be on this team. Am I going to get the s.h.i.t work while the princess skates?"

"No, Jerry, it's not going to be like that, and I think you know me well enough not to ask. What's the real problem?"

"I don't like your choices on this, Harry. We should be on the phone with Organized Crime right now. If anything looks like an OC case, this is it. I think you should call 'em, but I think 'cause you're fresh back on the table and been waiting for a case so long, you're not making the call. That's the problem."

Edgar held his hands out as if to indicate how obvious this was.

"You know, you've got nothing to prove here, Harry. And there's never going to be a shortage of bodies to come along. This is Hollywood, remember? I think we should just turn this one over and wait for the next one."

Bosch nodded.

"You may be right," he said. "You probably are. About all of it. But I'm the three. So we do it my way for now. I'm going to call Bullets and tell her what we've got, then I'm going to call OCID. But even if they roll out, we're going to keep a part of this. You know that. So let's do it good. Okay?"

Edgar nodded reluctantly.

"Look," Bosch said, "your objection is noted for the record, okay?"

"Sure, Harry."

Bosch saw the blue ME's van pull into the clearing then. The tech behind the wheel was Richard Matthews. It was a break. Matthews wasn't as territorial as some of the others, and Bosch figured he could convince him to go along with the plan to move the whole package to the print shed. Matthews would understand that it was the only choice.

"Stay in touch," Bosch said as Edgar walked off.

Edgar sullenly waved without looking back.

For the next few moments Bosch stood alone in the midst of the activities of the crime scene. He realized he truly reveled in his role. The start of a case always seemed to jazz him this way, and he knew how much he had missed it and craved it during the last year and a half.

Finally, he put his thoughts aside and walked toward the ME's van to talk to Matthews. There was a burst of applause from the Bowl as Scheherazade Scheherazade ended. ended.

The print shed was a World War II Quonset hut that sat in the City Services equipment yard behind the police headquarters at Parker Center. It had no windows and a double-wide garage door. The interior was painted black and every crack or crevice where light might come in was taped over. There were thick black curtains that could be pulled closed after the garage door was shut. When they were pulled, the interior was as black as a loan shark's heart. The techs who worked there even referred to the place as "the cave."

While the Rolls was being unloaded from the OPG truck, Bosch took his briefcase to a workbench inside the shed and got the phone out. The Organized Crime Investigation Division was a secret society within the greater closed society of the department. Bosch knew very little about OCID and was acquainted with few detectives a.s.signed to the unit. The OCID was a mysterious force, even to those within the department. Not many knew exactly what it did. And this, of course, bred suspicions and jealousies.

Most OCID detectives were known in Detective Services as bigfooters. They swooped down to take investigations away from detectives like Bosch, but they didn't often make cases in return. Bosch had seen many investigations disappear under their door with not many prosecutions of OC wise guys resulting. They were the only division in the department with a black budget- approved in closed session by the chief and a police commission that largely followed his lead. From there, the money disappeared into the dark, to pay for informants, investigations and high-tech equipment. Many of their cases disappeared in that netherworld as well.

Bosch asked the communications operator to connect his call to the OCID supervisor on call for the weekend. As he waited for the patch through, he thought again about the body in the trunk. Anthony Aliso- if that was who it was- had seen it coming and closed his eyes. Bosch hoped it wouldn't be that way for himself. He didn't want to know.

"h.e.l.lo," a voice said.

"Yes, this is Harry Bosch. I'm the D-three on a homicide call out in Hollywood. Who am I speaking with?"

"Dom Carbone. I've got the weekend call out. You going to spoil it?"

"Maybe." Bosch tried to think. The name was vaguely familiar but he could not place it. He was sure they had never worked together. "That's why I'm calling. You might want to take a look at this."

"Run it down for me."

"Sure. White male found in the trunk of his Silver Cloud with two in the back of the head. Probably twenty-twos."

"What else?"

"Car was on a fire road off Mulholland. Doesn't look like a straight robbery. At least, not a personal robbery. I got cards and cash in the wallet and a Presidential on his wrist. Diamonds at every hour on the hour."

"You're not telling me who the stiff is. Who's the stiff?"

"Nothing confirmed yet but-"

"Just give it to me."

Bosch had trouble not being able to put a face with the voice over the phone.

"It looks like the ID is going to be Anthony N. Aliso, forty-eight years old. Lives up in the hills. Looks like he has some kind of company with an office at one of the studios down on Melrose near Paramount. TNA Productions is the name of his outfit. I think it's over at Archway Studios. We'll know more in a little while."

He only got silence in return.

"Mean anything?"

"Anthony Aliso."

"Yeah, right."

"Anthony Aliso."

Carbone repeated the name slowly, as if it were a fine wine he was tasting before deciding whether to accept the bottle or spit it out. He was then quiet for another long moment.

"Nothing hits me right away, Bosch," he finally said. "I can make a couple calls. Where you going to be?"

"The print shed. He's here with us and I'll be here a while."

"What do you mean, you got the guy's body there in the shed?"

"It's a long story. When do you think you can get back to me?"

"As soon as I make the calls. You been over to his office?"

"Not yet. We'll get there sometime tonight."

Bosch gave him the number of his cellular phone, then closed it and put it in his coat pocket. For a moment he thought about Carbone's reaction to the victim's name. He finally decided he could not read anything into it.

After the Cloud was rolled into place in the shed and the doors shut, Donovan pulled the curtains closed. There was fluorescent lighting overhead which he left on while he got his equipment ready. Matthews, the coroner's tech, and his two a.s.sistants- the body movers- huddled over a workbench getting the tools they would need out of a case.

"Harry, I'm going to take my time with this, okay? First I'll laser the trunk with the guy in it. Then we take him out. Then we glue it and laser it again. Then we worry about the rest of it."

"Your show, man. Whatever time you need."

"I'll need your help with the wand when I shoot pictures. Roland had to go to shoot another scene."

Bosch nodded and watched as the SID tech screwed an orange filter onto a Nikon camera. He put the camera strap over his head and turned on the laser. It was a box about the size of a VCR with a cable attachment that led to a foot-long wand with a hand grip on it. From the end of the wand a strong orange beam was emitted.

Donovan opened a cabinet and took out several pairs of orange-tinted safety gla.s.ses which he handed to Bosch and the others. He put the last pair on himself. He gave Bosch a pair of latex gloves to put on as well.

"I'll do a quick run around the outside of the trunk and then open her up," Donovan said.

Just as Donovan moved to the switch box to cut off the overheads, the phone in Bosch's pocket buzzed. Donovan waited while Bosch answered. It was Carbone.

"Bosch, we're taking a pa.s.s."

Harry didn't say anything for a moment and neither did Carbone. Donovan hit the light switch and the room plunged into complete blackness.

"You're saying you don't have this guy." Bosch finally spoke into the dark.

"I checked around, made some calls. n.o.body seems to know this guy. n.o.body's working him... . Clean, as far as we know... . You said he was put in his trunk and capped twice, huh? ... Bosch, you there?"

"Yeah, I'm here. Yeah, capped twice in the trunk."

"Trunk music."

"What?"

"It's a wise guy saying outta Chicago. You know, when they whack some poor slob they say, 'Oh, Tony? Don't worry about Tony. He's trunk music now. You won't see him no more.' But the thing is, Bosch, this doesn't seem to fit. We don't know this guy. People I talked to, they think maybe somebody's trying to make you think it's OC connected, know what I mean?"

Bosch watched as the laser beam cut through the blackness and bombarded the rear of the trunk with searing light. With the gla.s.ses on, the orange was filtered out and the light was a bright, intense white. Bosch was ten feet away from the Rolls, but he could see glowing patterns on the trunk lid and the b.u.mper. This always reminded him of those National Geographic shows in which a submersible camera moved through the ocean's black depths, putting its light on sunken ships or aircraft. It was somehow eerie.

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