“Sorry, Harry, change of plans. You and Chu need to go to this address and take a live case.”
“What are you talking about?”
Bosch looked at the address. It was the Chateau Marmont.
“Orders from the chief’s office. You and Chu are to proceed code three and take over a case. That’s all I know. That and that the chief himself is there, waiting.”
“What about the case you just gave us?”
“Move it to the back burner for now. I want you on it, but just get to it when you can.”
She pointed to the piece of paper in his hand.
“That’s the priority.”
“You sure about this, Lieutenant?”
“Of course I’m sure. The chief called me directly and he’s going to call you. So grab Chu and get going.”
3
As expected, Chu was full of questions while they were driving out of downtown on the 101 freeway. They had been partnered for nearly two years and by now Bosch was more than used to the manifestation of Chu’s insecurities in a nonstop verbal outpouring of questions, comments and observations. He usually spoke about one thing while his real concern was something else. Sometimes Bosch took it easy on him and told him what he wanted to know. Sometimes he let things play out till they became excruciating to his young partner.
“Harry, what the hell is going on? We got one case this morning and now they say we have another?”
“The LAPD is a paramilitary organization, Chu. That means when someone of higher rank tells you to do something, you do it. The order came down from the chief and we’re following it. That’s what’s going on. We’ll eventually get back to the cold hit. But for now we have a live one and it’s the priority.”
“Sounds like bullshit politics.”
“High jingo.”
“What’s that?”
“The confluence of police and politics. We are investigating the death of Councilman Irvin Irving’s son. You know about Irving, right?”
“Yeah, he was a deputy chief when I came on. Then he quit and ran for the council.”
“Well, he didn’t voluntarily quit. He was forced out and ran for the council so he could seek his revenge on the department. Pure and simple, he lives for one thing — putting the boot to the LAPD. You should also know that back in the day, he had a particular dislike for me. We had a few collisions, you could say.”
“Then why would he want you on his son’s case?”
“We’ll be finding that out pretty soon.”
“What did the lieutenant tell you about this case? Is it suicide?”
“She didn’t tell me anything. She just gave me the address.”
He decided not to reveal anything else he knew about the case. To do so might also reveal that he had a source inside the OCP. He didn’t want to share that with Chu yet and had always kept his monthly lunches with Kiz Rider private.
“This all sounds a little spooky.”
Bosch’s phone buzzed and he checked the screen. The ID was blocked but he took the call. It was the chief of police. Bosch had known him for years and had even worked cases with him. He had come up through the ranks, including a long stint in RHD as both an investigator and supervisor. He had been chief for only a couple years and still had the support of the rank and file.
“Harry, it’s Marty. What’s your location?”
“We’re on the one-oh-one. We left as soon as I got the word.”
“I need to clear before the media gets wind of this, which won’t be long now. No need to turn this from a one-ring to a three-ring circus. As you no doubt have been told, the victim is the son of Councilman Irving. The councilman insisted that I bring you into this.”
“Why?”
“He hasn’t really expressed his reasons to me. I know you two have a history.”
“But not a good one. What can you tell me about the case?”
“Not a lot.”
He gave Bosch the same summary as Rider had with few additional details.
“Who’s there from Hollywood?”
“Glanville and Solomon.”
Bosch was familiar with them from prior cases and task forces. Both investigators were known for their wide bodies and tall egos. They were called Crate and Barrel and enjoyed it. They were flashy dressers with big pinkie rings. And as far as Bosch knew, they were competent detectives. If they were about to wrap the investigation as a suicide, then they most likely had it right.
“They will continue under your direction,” the chief said. “I told them personally.”
“Okay, Chief.”
“Harry, I need your best work on this. I don’t care about your history. Put it aside. We can’t have the councilman go off and say we laid down on this.”
“Understood.”
Bosch was silent for a moment as he thought about what else to ask.
“Chief, where is the councilman?”
“We’ve got him down in the lobby.”
“Did he go into the room?”
“He insisted. I let him look around without touching anything and then we walked him out.”
“You shouldn’t have done that, Marty.”
Bosch knew he was taking a risk telling the chief of police he had done something wrong. It didn’t matter that they used to roll bodies over together.
“I guess you had no choice,” Bosch added.
“Just get here as soon as you can and keep me apprised. If you can’t get directly to me, use Lieutenant Rider as a go-between.”
But he didn’t offer his cell phone’s blocked number, so the message was clear to Bosch. He would no longer be talking directly with his old pal the chief. What wasn’t clear was what the chief was telling Bosch to do about the investigation.
“Chief,” he said, going formal to make sure it was clear he wasn’t calling on old loyalties. “If I get up there and it’s a suicide, I’m going to call it a suicide. If you want something else, get somebody else.”
“It’s okay, Harry. Just let the chips fall. It is what it is.”
“You sure about that? Is that what Irving wants?”
“It’s what I want.”
“Got it.”
“By the way, did Duvall give you the news about the DROP?”
“Yeah, she told me.”
“I pushed for the whole five but you got a couple of people on the commission who didn’t like everything in your file. We got what we could, Harry.”
“I appreciate that.”
“Good.”
The chief closed the connection. Bosch barely had time to close his phone before Chu was on him with questions about what had been said. Harry relayed the conversation as he pulled off the freeway onto Sunset Boulevard and headed west.
Chu parlayed the report on the chief’s call into a question about what really had been bothering him all morning.
“What about the lieutenant?” he said. “Are you ever going to tell me what that was about?”
Bosch played dumb.
“What what was about?”
“Don’t play dumb, Harry. When she held you back in the office, what was she saying? She wants me out of the unit, doesn’t she? I never liked her either.”
Bosch couldn’t help himself. His partner’s glass was always half empty and an opportunity to needle him about it was not to be missed.
“She said she wanted to move you laterally — keep you in homicide. She said there were some slots coming up in South Bureau and she’s talking to them about a switch.”
“Jesus Christ!”
Chu had recently moved out to Pasadena. The commute to South Bureau would be a nightmare.
“Well, what did you tell her?” he demanded. “Did you stick up for me?”
“South is a good gig, man. I told her you’d get seasoned down there in two years. It would take five anywhere else.”
“Harry!”
Bosch started laughing. It was a good release. The impending meeting with Irving was weighing on him. It was coming and he wasn’t sure yet how to play it.