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"Excuse me?"

"Easy now, Detective Bosch," Torrino said then. "You don't want to do something rash."

He put a hand on Bosch's arm.

"Take your hand off me, you a.s.shole."

Torrino removed his hand and raised it along with his other one in a surrendering gesture.



"I just want to calm things down a little here, that's all."

Bosch leaned back into his seat but kept his gun in his hand. The muzzle had left a ring of skin indentation and gun oil on Marconi's cheek. He wiped it away with his hand.

"Where is she, Marconi?"

"I just heard she wanted to get away for a few days, Bosch. No need to overreact like that. We're friends here. She'll be back. In fact, now that I know you're so, uh, attached to her, I'll personally guarantee she'll be back."

"In exchange for what?"

Hackett was still on duty at the Metro jail. Bosch told him he had to talk to Goshen for a couple of minutes in regard to a security issue. Hackett hemmed and hawed about it being against regulations to set up an after-hours visit but Bosch knew it was done on occasion for the locals, against the rules or not. Eventually Hackett gave way and took Bosch to a room lawyers used to interview clients and told him to wait. Ten minutes later, Hackett waltzed Goshen into the room and cuffed one wrist to the chair he was placed in. Hackett then folded his arms and stood behind the suspect.

"Sergeant, I need to talk to him alone."

"Can't do it. It's a security issue."

"We're not going to talk anyway," Goshen interjected.

"Sergeant," Bosch said. "What I tell this man, whether he chooses to talk to me or not, could put you in danger if it becomes known you have this knowledge. Know what I mean? Why add that potential danger to your list? Five minutes. It's all I want."

Hackett thought a moment and without a word left them alone.

"Pretty smooth, Bosch, but I'm not talking to you. Weiss said you might try a backdoor run. He said you'd want to try to get into the candy jar before it's time. I'm not playing with you. Get me to L.A., sit me in front of the people who can deal, and then we'll deal. Everybody will get what they want then."

"Shut up and listen, you stupid f.u.c.k. I don't give a s.h.i.t about any deal anymore. The only deal I'm worried about now is whether to keep you alive or not."

Bosch saw he had his attention now. He waited a few moments to turn the squeeze up and then began.

"Goshen, let me explain something to you. In all of Las Vegas there is exactly one person I care about. One. You take her out of the picture and the whole place could dry up and blow away and I really wouldn't worry about it. But there's that one person I care about. And out of all the people in this place, she's the one that your employer decides to grab and hold against me."

Goshen's eyes narrowed in concern. Bosch was talking about his people. Goshen knew exactly what was coming.

"So the deal I'm talking about is this," Bosch said. "You for her. Joey Marks said if you never get to L.A., then my friend comes back. And vice versa. You understand what I'm telling you?"

Goshen looked down at the table and slowly nodded.

"Do you?"

Bosch pulled his gun and pointed it three inches from the big man's face. Goshen went cross-eyed looking at the barrel's black hole.

"I could blow your s.h.i.t away right here. Hackett would come in here and I'd tell him you made a move for my gun. He'd go along. He set the meeting up here. It's against the rules. He'd have to go along."

Bosch withdrew the gun.

"Or tomorrow. This is how it goes tomorrow. At the airport we're waiting for our flight. There's a commotion over at the machines. Somebody's won a big f.u.c.king jackpot and my partner and I make the mistake of looking over there. Meantime, somebody-maybe it's your pal Gussie-puts a six-inch stiletto in your neck. End of you, my friend comes home."

"What do you want, Bosch?"

Bosch leaned across to him.

"I want you to give me the reason not to do it. I don't give a s.h.i.t about you, Goshen, dead or alive. But I'm not going to let any harm befall her. I've made mistakes in my life, man. I once got somebody killed that shouldn't have been killed. You understand that? It's not going to happen again. This is redemption, Goshen. And if I have to give a piece of s.h.i.t like you up to get it, I'll do it. There's only one alternative. You know Joey Marks, where would he have her?"

"Oh, Jesus, I don't know."

Goshen rubbed a hand over his scalp.

"Think, Goshen. He's done this kind of thing before. It's routine for you people. Where would he hold somebody he doesn't want anyone to find?"

"There was ... there's a couple of safe houses he uses. He'd, uh, ... I think for this he'd use the Samoans."

"Who are they?"

"These two big f.u.c.kers he uses. Samoans. They're brothers. Their names are too hard to say. We call them Tom and Jerry. They've got one of the safe houses. Joey would use their place for this. The other place is mostly for counting cash, putting up people from Chicago."

"Where is the house with the Samoans?"

"It's in North Vegas, not too far from Dolly's, actually."

On a piece of notebook paper Bosch gave him, Goshen drew a crude map with directions to the house.

"You've been there, Goshen?"

"A few times."

Bosch turned the piece of paper over on the table.

"Draw the layout of the house."

Bosch pulled the dusty detective car he had picked up at the airport into the valet circle at the Mirage and jumped out. A valet approached but Bosch walked past him.

"Sir, your keys?"

"I'll only be a minute."

The valet was protesting that he couldn't just leave the car there when Bosch disappeared through the revolving door. As he crossed through the casino toward the lobby, Bosch scanned the players for Edgar, his eyes stopping on every tall black man, of whom there were few. He didn't see Edgar.

On a house phone in the lobby he asked for Edgar's room and then breathed an almost audible sigh of relief when his partner picked up the phone.

"Jerry, it's Bosch. I need your help."

"What's up?"

"Meet me out front at the valet."

"Now? I just got room service. When you didn't call I -"

"Right now, Jerry. And did you bring your vest from L.A.?"

"My vest? Yeah. What's -"

"Bring your vest with you."

Bosch hung up before Edgar could ask any questions.

As he turned to head back to the car, he came face to face with someone he knew. At first, because the man was well dressed, Bosch thought it was one of Joey Marks's men, but then he placed him. Hank Meyer, Mirage security.

"Detective Bosch, I didn't expect to see you here."

"Just got in tonight. Came to pick somebody up."

"You got your man then?"

"We think so."

"Congratulations."

"Listen, Hank, I gotta go. I've got a car blocking traffic in the front circle."

"Oh, that's your car. I just heard that on the security radio. Yes, please move it."

"I'll talk to you later."

Bosch made a move to pa.s.s him.

"Oh, Detective? Just wanted you to know we still haven't had that betting slip come in."

Bosch stopped.

"What?"

"You asked if we'd check to see if anyone cashed the bet your victim put down Friday night. On the Dodgers?"

"Oh, yeah, right."

"Well, we went through the computer tapes and located the sequence number. I then checked the number on the computer. No one has collected on it yet."

"Okay, thanks."

"I called your office today to let you know but you weren't there. I didn't know you were coming here. We'll keep an eye out for it."

"Thanks, Hank. I gotta go."

Bosch started walking away but Meyer kept talking.

"No problem. Thank you. you. We look forward to opportunities to cooperate with and hopefully help our law enforcement brethren." We look forward to opportunities to cooperate with and hopefully help our law enforcement brethren."

Meyer smiled broadly. Bosch looked back at him and felt like he had a weight tied to his leg. He couldn't get away from him. Bosch just nodded and kept going, trying to remember the last time he had heard the phrase law enforcement brethren. law enforcement brethren. He was almost across the lobby when he glanced back and saw that Meyer was still behind him. He was almost across the lobby when he glanced back and saw that Meyer was still behind him.

"One more thing, Detective Bosch."

Bosch stopped but lost his patience.

"Hank, what? I've got to get out of here."

"It will just take a second. A favor. I a.s.sume your department will go to the press with this arrest. I'd appreciate it if you kept any mention of the Mirage out of it. Even our help, if you don't mind."

"No problem. I won't say a word. Talk to you later, Hank."

Bosch turned and walked away. It was unlikely the Mirage would have been mentioned in any press release anyway, but he understood the concern. Guilt by a.s.sociation. Meyer was mixing public relations with casino security. Or maybe they were the same thing.

Bosch got to the car just as Edgar came out, carrying his bulletproof vest in his hand. The valet looked at Bosch balefully. Bosch took out a five and handed it to him. It didn't do much to change his disposition. Then Bosch and Edgar jumped in the car and took off.

The safe house Goshen told Bosch about looked deserted when they drove by. Bosch pulled the car to a stop a half block away.

"I still don't know about this, Harry," Edgar said. "We should be calling in Metro."

"I told you. We can't. Marks has to have somebody inside Metro. Or else he wouldn't have known to s.n.a.t.c.h her in the first place. So we call Metro, he finds out and she's dead or moved somewhere else before Metro even makes a move. So we go in and we call Metro afterward."

"If there is an afterward. Just what the h.e.l.l are we going to do? Go in blasting? This is cowboy s.h.i.t, Harry."

"No, all you're going to do is get behind the wheel, turn the car around and be ready to drive. We might have to leave in a hurry."

Bosch had hoped to use Edgar as a backup but after he'd told him the situation on the way over, it was clear that Edgar wasn't going to be solid. Bosch went to plan B, where Edgar was simply a wheelman.

Bosch opened his door and looked back at Edgar before getting out.

"You're going to be here, right?"

"I'll be here. Just don't get killed. I don't want to have to explain it."

"Yeah, I'll do my best. Let me borrow your cuffs and pop the trunk."

Bosch put Edgar's cuffs into his coat pocket and went to the trunk. At the trunk, he took out his vest and put it on over his shirt and then put his coat back on to hide his holster. He pulled up the trunk liner and lifted up the spare tire. Below it was a Glock 17 pistol wrapped in an oily rag. Bosch popped the clip on it, checked the top bullet for corrosion and then put the weapon back together. He put it in his belt. If there was going to be any shooting on this mission, he wasn't going to use his service gun.

He came up alongside the driver's window, saluted Edgar and headed down the street.

The safe house was a small concrete-block-and-plaster affair that blended in with the neighborhood. After jumping a three-foot fence, Bosch took the gun from his belt and held it at his side as he walked along the side of the house. He saw no light emitted from any of the front or side windows. But he could hear the m.u.f.fled sound of television. She was here. He could feel it. He knew Goshen had told the truth.

When he got to the rear corner, he saw there was a pool in the backyard as well as a covered porch. There was a concrete slab with a satellite dish anch.o.r.ed to it. The modern Mafia crash pad, Bosch thought. You never knew how long you'd have to hole up, so it was good to have five hundred channels.

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