Moshito asked.
“You mean the ID? Yeah, I heard.”
“No. The cut is screwed up. Radio news says the autopsy is inconclusive. I never heard of a shotgun in the face being inconclusive.”
“When did this come out?”
“I just heard it on KFWB at five.”
Bosch hung up and tried Porter’s number once more. Again there was no answer and no tape recording picked up. Harry wondered if the broken-down cop was there and just not answering. He imagined Porter sitting with a bottle in the corner of a dark room, afraid to answer the door or the phone.
He looked at the number he had written down for Sylvia Moore. He wondered if she had heard about the autopsy. That was probably it. She picked up after three rings.
“Mrs. Moore?”
“It’s Sylvia.”
“This is Harry Bosch.”
“I know.”
She didn’t say anything further.
“How are you holding up?”
“I think I’m okay. I… I called because I just want to thank you. For the way you were last night. With me.”
“Oh, well, you didn’t-it was…”
“You know that book I told you about last night?”
“
The Long Goodbye
?”
“There’s another line in it I was thinking about. ‘A white knight for me is as rare as a fat postman.’ I guess nowadays there are a lot of fat postmen.” She laughed very softly, almost like her crying. “But not too many white knights. You were last night.”
Bosch didn’t know what to say and just tried to envision her on the other end of the silence.
“That’s very nice of you to say. But I don’t know if I deserve it. Sometimes I don’t think the things I have to do make me much of a knight.”
They moved on to small talk for a few moments and then said good-bye. He hung up and sat still for a moment, staring at the phone and thinking about things said and unsaid. There was something there. A connection. Something more than her husband’s death. More than just a case. There was a connection between them.
He turned the pages of the notebook back to the chronological chart he had made earlier.
Nov. 9 Dance arrested
Nov. 13 Jimmy Kapps dead
Dec. 4 Moore, Bosch meet
He now started to add other dates and facts, even some that did not seem to fit into the picture at the moment. But his overriding feeling was that his cases were linked and the link was Calexico Moore. He didn’t stop to consider the chart as a whole until he was finished. Then he studied it, finding that it gave some context to the thoughts that had jumbled in his head in the last two days.
Nov. 1 BANG cya memo on black ice
Nov. 9 Rickard gets tip-from Jimmy Kapps
Nov. 9 Dance arrested, case kicked
Nov. 13 Jimmy Kapps dead
Dec. 4 Moore, Bosch meet-Moore holds back
Dec. 11 Moore receives DEA briefing
Dec. 18 Moore finds body-Juan Doe #67
Dec. 18 Porter assigned Juan Doe case
Dec. 19 Moore checks in, Hideaway-suicide?
Dec. 24 Juan Doe #67 autopsy-bugs?
Dec. 25 Moore’s body found
Dec. 26 Porter pulls pin
Dec. 26 Moore autopsy-inconclusive?
But he couldn’t study it too long without thinking of Sylvia Moore.
Chapter 9
Bosch took Los Angeles Street to Second and then up to the Red Wind. In front of St. Vibiana’s he saw an entourage of bedraggled, homeless men leaving the church. They had spent the day sleeping in the pews and were now heading to the Union Street mission for dinner. As he passed the
Times
building he looked up at the clock and saw it was exactly six. He turned on KFWB for the news. The Moore autopsy was the second story, after a report on how the mayor had become the latest victim in a wave of kamikazi AIDS protests. He was hit with a balloon full of pig blood on the white stone steps of City Hall. A group called Cool AIDS took credit.
“In other news, an autopsy on the body of Police Sergeant Calexico Moore was inconclusive in confirming that the narcotics officer took his own life, according to the Los Angeles County coroner’s office. Meanwhile, police have officially classified the death as suicide. The
“You mean the ID? Yeah, I heard.”
“No. The cut is screwed up. Radio news says the autopsy is inconclusive. I never heard of a shotgun in the face being inconclusive.”
“When did this come out?”
“I just heard it on KFWB at five.”
Bosch hung up and tried Porter’s number once more. Again there was no answer and no tape recording picked up. Harry wondered if the broken-down cop was there and just not answering. He imagined Porter sitting with a bottle in the corner of a dark room, afraid to answer the door or the phone.
He looked at the number he had written down for Sylvia Moore. He wondered if she had heard about the autopsy. That was probably it. She picked up after three rings.
“Mrs. Moore?”
“It’s Sylvia.”
“This is Harry Bosch.”
“I know.”
She didn’t say anything further.
“How are you holding up?”
“I think I’m okay. I… I called because I just want to thank you. For the way you were last night. With me.”
“Oh, well, you didn’t-it was…”
“You know that book I told you about last night?”
“
The Long Goodbye
?”
“There’s another line in it I was thinking about. ‘A white knight for me is as rare as a fat postman.’ I guess nowadays there are a lot of fat postmen.” She laughed very softly, almost like her crying. “But not too many white knights. You were last night.”
Bosch didn’t know what to say and just tried to envision her on the other end of the silence.
“That’s very nice of you to say. But I don’t know if I deserve it. Sometimes I don’t think the things I have to do make me much of a knight.”
They moved on to small talk for a few moments and then said good-bye. He hung up and sat still for a moment, staring at the phone and thinking about things said and unsaid. There was something there. A connection. Something more than her husband’s death. More than just a case. There was a connection between them.
He turned the pages of the notebook back to the chronological chart he had made earlier.
Nov. 9 Dance arrested
Nov. 13 Jimmy Kapps dead
Dec. 4 Moore, Bosch meet
He now started to add other dates and facts, even some that did not seem to fit into the picture at the moment. But his overriding feeling was that his cases were linked and the link was Calexico Moore. He didn’t stop to consider the chart as a whole until he was finished. Then he studied it, finding that it gave some context to the thoughts that had jumbled in his head in the last two days.
Nov. 1 BANG cya memo on black ice
Nov. 9 Rickard gets tip-from Jimmy Kapps
Nov. 9 Dance arrested, case kicked
Nov. 13 Jimmy Kapps dead
Dec. 4 Moore, Bosch meet-Moore holds back
Dec. 11 Moore receives DEA briefing
Dec. 18 Moore finds body-Juan Doe #67
Dec. 18 Porter assigned Juan Doe case
Dec. 19 Moore checks in, Hideaway-suicide?
Dec. 24 Juan Doe #67 autopsy-bugs?
Dec. 25 Moore’s body found
Dec. 26 Porter pulls pin
Dec. 26 Moore autopsy-inconclusive?
But he couldn’t study it too long without thinking of Sylvia Moore.
Chapter 9
Bosch took Los Angeles Street to Second and then up to the Red Wind. In front of St. Vibiana’s he saw an entourage of bedraggled, homeless men leaving the church. They had spent the day sleeping in the pews and were now heading to the Union Street mission for dinner. As he passed the
Times
building he looked up at the clock and saw it was exactly six. He turned on KFWB for the news. The Moore autopsy was the second story, after a report on how the mayor had become the latest victim in a wave of kamikazi AIDS protests. He was hit with a balloon full of pig blood on the white stone steps of City Hall. A group called Cool AIDS took credit.
“In other news, an autopsy on the body of Police Sergeant Calexico Moore was inconclusive in confirming that the narcotics officer took his own life, according to the Los Angeles County coroner’s office. Meanwhile, police have officially classified the death as suicide. The
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