table with their plates.
Chapter Twelve
I NOTICED YOU ARRIVED early today. Am I to take that as a sign that you want to be here?”
“Not especially. I was downtown having lunch with a friend, so I just came over.”
“Well, it’s good to hear you were out with a friend. I think that is good.”
Carmen Hinojos was behind her desk. The notebook was out and open but she sat with her hands clasped together in front of her. It was as if she was going out of her way to make no move that could be construed as threatening to the dialogue.
“What happened to your hand?”
Bosch held it up and looked at the bandages on his fingers.
“I hit it with a hammer. I was working on my house.”
“That’s too bad. I hope it’s okay.”
“I’ll live.”
“Why are you so dressed up? I hope you don’t feel you have to do that for these sessions.”
“No. I…I just like following my routine. Even if I’m not going to work, I got dressed like I was.”
“I understand.”
After she made an offer of coffee or water and Bosch declined, she got the session going.
“Tell me, what would you like to talk about today?”
“I don’t care. You’re the boss.”
“I’d rather that you not look at the relationship in that way. I’m not your boss, Detective Bosch. I’m just a facilitator, someone to help you talk about whatever you want, whatever you want to get off your chest.”
Bosch was silent. He couldn’t think of anything to volunteer. Carmen Hinojos drummed her pencil on her yellow tablet for a few moments before taking up the slack.
“Nothing at all, huh?”
“Nothing comes to mind.”
“Then why don’t we talk about yesterday. When I called you, to remind you of our session today, you obviously seemed upset about something. Was that when you hit your hand?”
“No, that wasn’t it.”
He stopped but she said nothing and he decided to give in a little bit. He had to admit to himself that there was something about her that he liked. She was not threatening and he believed she was telling the truth when she said she was there only to help him.
“What happened when you called was that I had found out earlier that my partner, you know, my partner before all of this, had been paired up with a new man. I’ve been replaced already.”
“And how’d that make you feel?”
“You heard how I was. I was mad about it. I think anybody would be. Then I called my partner up later and he treated me like yesterday’s news. I taught that guy a lot and…”
“And what?”
“I don’t know. It hurt, I guess.”
“I see.”
“No, I don’t think you do. You’d have to be me to see it the way I did.”
“I guess that’s true. But I can sympathize. Let’s leave it at that. Let me ask you this. Shouldn’t you have expected your partner to be paired up again? After all, isn’t it a department rule that detectives work in pairs? You are on leave for a so-far-unknown period of time. Wasn’t it a given that he’d get a new partner, whether permanent or otherwise?”
“I suppose.”
“Isn’t it safer to work in pairs?”
“I suppose.”
“What is your own experience? Did you feel safer the times you were with a partner on the job as opposed to those times when you were alone?”
“Yes, I felt safer.”
“So what happened was inevitable and inarguable, yet still it made you angry.”
“It wasn’t that it happened that brought it on. I don’t know, it was the way he told me and then the way he acted when I called. I really felt left out. I asked him for a favor and he…I don’t know.”
“He what?”
“He hesitated. Partners don’t do that. Not with each other. They’re supposed be there for each other. It’s supposedly a lot like a marriage, but I’ve never been married.”
She paused to write some notes, which made Bosch wonder what had just been said that was so important.
“You seem,” she said while still writing, “to have a low threshold for the toleration of
Chapter Twelve
I NOTICED YOU ARRIVED early today. Am I to take that as a sign that you want to be here?”
“Not especially. I was downtown having lunch with a friend, so I just came over.”
“Well, it’s good to hear you were out with a friend. I think that is good.”
Carmen Hinojos was behind her desk. The notebook was out and open but she sat with her hands clasped together in front of her. It was as if she was going out of her way to make no move that could be construed as threatening to the dialogue.
“What happened to your hand?”
Bosch held it up and looked at the bandages on his fingers.
“I hit it with a hammer. I was working on my house.”
“That’s too bad. I hope it’s okay.”
“I’ll live.”
“Why are you so dressed up? I hope you don’t feel you have to do that for these sessions.”
“No. I…I just like following my routine. Even if I’m not going to work, I got dressed like I was.”
“I understand.”
After she made an offer of coffee or water and Bosch declined, she got the session going.
“Tell me, what would you like to talk about today?”
“I don’t care. You’re the boss.”
“I’d rather that you not look at the relationship in that way. I’m not your boss, Detective Bosch. I’m just a facilitator, someone to help you talk about whatever you want, whatever you want to get off your chest.”
Bosch was silent. He couldn’t think of anything to volunteer. Carmen Hinojos drummed her pencil on her yellow tablet for a few moments before taking up the slack.
“Nothing at all, huh?”
“Nothing comes to mind.”
“Then why don’t we talk about yesterday. When I called you, to remind you of our session today, you obviously seemed upset about something. Was that when you hit your hand?”
“No, that wasn’t it.”
He stopped but she said nothing and he decided to give in a little bit. He had to admit to himself that there was something about her that he liked. She was not threatening and he believed she was telling the truth when she said she was there only to help him.
“What happened when you called was that I had found out earlier that my partner, you know, my partner before all of this, had been paired up with a new man. I’ve been replaced already.”
“And how’d that make you feel?”
“You heard how I was. I was mad about it. I think anybody would be. Then I called my partner up later and he treated me like yesterday’s news. I taught that guy a lot and…”
“And what?”
“I don’t know. It hurt, I guess.”
“I see.”
“No, I don’t think you do. You’d have to be me to see it the way I did.”
“I guess that’s true. But I can sympathize. Let’s leave it at that. Let me ask you this. Shouldn’t you have expected your partner to be paired up again? After all, isn’t it a department rule that detectives work in pairs? You are on leave for a so-far-unknown period of time. Wasn’t it a given that he’d get a new partner, whether permanent or otherwise?”
“I suppose.”
“Isn’t it safer to work in pairs?”
“I suppose.”
“What is your own experience? Did you feel safer the times you were with a partner on the job as opposed to those times when you were alone?”
“Yes, I felt safer.”
“So what happened was inevitable and inarguable, yet still it made you angry.”
“It wasn’t that it happened that brought it on. I don’t know, it was the way he told me and then the way he acted when I called. I really felt left out. I asked him for a favor and he…I don’t know.”
“He what?”
“He hesitated. Partners don’t do that. Not with each other. They’re supposed be there for each other. It’s supposedly a lot like a marriage, but I’ve never been married.”
She paused to write some notes, which made Bosch wonder what had just been said that was so important.
“You seem,” she said while still writing, “to have a low threshold for the toleration of
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