priorities in this town to know the report on the concrete blonde wouldn’t be a lead story.
“Harry, we’re gonna need that line clear once they show it,” Edgar said.
“I’ll only be a minute. They won’t show it for a while. If they show it at all.”
“They’ll show it. I made secret deals with all of them. They all think they’ll be getting the exclusive if we get an ID. They all want to get a boo-hoo story with the parents.”
“You’re playing with fire, man. You make a promise like that and then they find out you fucked them around-”
Sylvia picked up the phone.
“Hey, it’s me.”
“Hi, where are you?”
“The office. We have to watch the phones a while. They’re putting the face of the victim from yesterday’s case on TV tonight.”
“How was court?”
“It’s the plaintiff’s case at the moment. But I think we scored a couple punches.”
“I read the
Times
today at lunch.”
“Yeah, well, they got about half of it right.”
“Are you coming out? Like you said.”
“Well, eventually. Not right now. I’ve got to help answer phones on this and then it’s depending on what we get. If we’re skunked I’ll be out early.”
He noticed he had lowered his voice so Edgar wouldn’t hear his conversation.
“And if you get something good?”
“We’ll see.”
An indrawn breath, then silence. Harry waited.
“You’ve been saying ‘we’ll see’ too much, Harry. We’ve talked about this. Sometimes-”
“I know that.”
“—I think that you just want to be left alone. Stay in your little house on the hill and keep the whole world out. Including me.”
“Not you. You know that.”
“Sometimes, I don’t. I don’t feel like I know it right now. You push me away just at the time when you need me-somebody-to be close.”
He had no answer. He thought of her there on the other end. She was probably sitting on the stool in the kitchen. She had probably already begun making a dinner for both of them. Or maybe she was getting used to his ways and had waited for the call.
“Look, I’m sorry,” he said. “You know how it is. What are you doing about dinner?”
“Nothing, and I’m not going to do anything, either,”
Edgar made a low, quick whistle. Harry looked up at the TV and saw it was showing the painted face of the victim. The TV was on Channel 7 now. The camera showed a long close-up of the face. It looked all right on the tube. At least, it didn’t look much like a cake. The screen flashed the detective bureau’s two public numbers.
“They’re showing it now,” Bosch said to Sylvia. “I need to keep this line clear. Let me call you back later, when I know something.”
“Sure,” she said coldly and hung up.
Edgar had the TV on 4 now and they were showing the face. He then flipped to 2 and caught the last few seconds of their report on it. They had even interviewed the anthropologist.
“Slow news day,” Bosch said.
“Shit,” Edgar replied. “We’re banging on all cylinders now. All we-”
The phone rang and he grabbed it up.
“No, it just went out,” he said after listening for a few moments. “Yeah, yeah, I will. Okay.”
He hung up and shook his head.
“Pounds?” Bosch asked.
“Yeah. Thinks we’re going to have her name ten seconds after the broadcast went out. Christ, whadda nitwit.”
The next three calls were pranks, all testifying to the glaring lack of originality and the mental health of the TV viewing audience. All three callers said “Your mother!” or words to that effect and hung up laughing. About twenty minutes later Edgar got a call and started taking notes. The phone rang again and Bosch took it.
“This is Detective Bosch, who am I speaking with?”
“Is this being taped?”
“No, it’s not. Who is this?”
“Never mind, just thought you’d like to know the girl’s name is Maggie. Maggie something or other. It’s Latin. I seen her on videos.”
“What videos? MTV?”
“No, Sherlock. Adult videos.
“Harry, we’re gonna need that line clear once they show it,” Edgar said.
“I’ll only be a minute. They won’t show it for a while. If they show it at all.”
“They’ll show it. I made secret deals with all of them. They all think they’ll be getting the exclusive if we get an ID. They all want to get a boo-hoo story with the parents.”
“You’re playing with fire, man. You make a promise like that and then they find out you fucked them around-”
Sylvia picked up the phone.
“Hey, it’s me.”
“Hi, where are you?”
“The office. We have to watch the phones a while. They’re putting the face of the victim from yesterday’s case on TV tonight.”
“How was court?”
“It’s the plaintiff’s case at the moment. But I think we scored a couple punches.”
“I read the
Times
today at lunch.”
“Yeah, well, they got about half of it right.”
“Are you coming out? Like you said.”
“Well, eventually. Not right now. I’ve got to help answer phones on this and then it’s depending on what we get. If we’re skunked I’ll be out early.”
He noticed he had lowered his voice so Edgar wouldn’t hear his conversation.
“And if you get something good?”
“We’ll see.”
An indrawn breath, then silence. Harry waited.
“You’ve been saying ‘we’ll see’ too much, Harry. We’ve talked about this. Sometimes-”
“I know that.”
“—I think that you just want to be left alone. Stay in your little house on the hill and keep the whole world out. Including me.”
“Not you. You know that.”
“Sometimes, I don’t. I don’t feel like I know it right now. You push me away just at the time when you need me-somebody-to be close.”
He had no answer. He thought of her there on the other end. She was probably sitting on the stool in the kitchen. She had probably already begun making a dinner for both of them. Or maybe she was getting used to his ways and had waited for the call.
“Look, I’m sorry,” he said. “You know how it is. What are you doing about dinner?”
“Nothing, and I’m not going to do anything, either,”
Edgar made a low, quick whistle. Harry looked up at the TV and saw it was showing the painted face of the victim. The TV was on Channel 7 now. The camera showed a long close-up of the face. It looked all right on the tube. At least, it didn’t look much like a cake. The screen flashed the detective bureau’s two public numbers.
“They’re showing it now,” Bosch said to Sylvia. “I need to keep this line clear. Let me call you back later, when I know something.”
“Sure,” she said coldly and hung up.
Edgar had the TV on 4 now and they were showing the face. He then flipped to 2 and caught the last few seconds of their report on it. They had even interviewed the anthropologist.
“Slow news day,” Bosch said.
“Shit,” Edgar replied. “We’re banging on all cylinders now. All we-”
The phone rang and he grabbed it up.
“No, it just went out,” he said after listening for a few moments. “Yeah, yeah, I will. Okay.”
He hung up and shook his head.
“Pounds?” Bosch asked.
“Yeah. Thinks we’re going to have her name ten seconds after the broadcast went out. Christ, whadda nitwit.”
The next three calls were pranks, all testifying to the glaring lack of originality and the mental health of the TV viewing audience. All three callers said “Your mother!” or words to that effect and hung up laughing. About twenty minutes later Edgar got a call and started taking notes. The phone rang again and Bosch took it.
“This is Detective Bosch, who am I speaking with?”
“Is this being taped?”
“No, it’s not. Who is this?”
“Never mind, just thought you’d like to know the girl’s name is Maggie. Maggie something or other. It’s Latin. I seen her on videos.”
“What videos? MTV?”
“No, Sherlock. Adult videos.
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