The Concrete Blonde (hb-3) by Michael Connelly Read Free Book Online Page B

wish.”
    “Yeah, I know.”
    “What do you have so far?”
    Edgar said there was nothing so far. No identification yet. Bosch sat down at his desk and loosened his tie. Pounds’s office was dark so it was safe to light a cigarette. His mind trailed off into thinking about the trial and Money Chandler. She had captured the jury for most of her argument. She had, in effect, called Bosch a murderer, hitting with a gut-level, emotional charge. Belk had responded with a dissertation on the law and a police officer’s right to use deadly force when danger was near. Even if it turned out there was no danger, no gun beneath the pillow, Belk said, Church’s own actions created the climate of danger that allowed Bosch to act as he did.
    Finally, Belk had countered Chandler’s Nietzsche by quoting
The Art of War
by Sun Tzu. Belk said Bosch had entered the “Dying Ground” when he kicked Church’s apartment door open. At that point he had to fight or perish, shoot or be shot. Second-guessing his actions afterward was unjust.
    Sitting across from Edgar now, Bosch acknowledged to himself that it hadn’t worked. Belk had been boring while Chandler had been interesting, and convincing. They were starting in the hole. He noticed Edgar had stopped talking and Harry had not registered anything he had said.
    “What about prints?” he asked.
    “Harry, you listening to me? I just said we finished with the rubber silicone about an hour ago. Donovan got prints off the hand. He said they look good, came up in the rubber pretty well. He’ll start the DOJ run tonight and probably by morning we’ll have the similars. It will probably take him the rest of the morning to go through them. But, at least, they’re not letting this one drown in the backup. Pounds gave it a priority status.”
    “Good, let me know what comes out. I’ll be in and out all week, I guess.”
    “Harry, don’t worry, I’ll let you know what we’ve got. But try to stay cool. Look, you got the right guy? You got any doubt about that?”
    “Not before today.”
    “Then don’t worry. Might is right. Money Chandler can blow the judge and the whole jury, it’s not going to change that.”
    “Right is might.”
    “What?”
    “Nothing.”
    Bosch thought about what Edgar had said about Chandler. It was interesting how often a threat from a woman, even a professional woman, was reduced by cops to a sexual threat. He believed that most cops might be like Edgar, thinking there was something about Chandler’s sexuality that gave her an edge. They would not admit that she was damn good at her job, whereas the fat city attorney defending Bosch wasn’t.
    Bosch stood up and went back to the file cabinets. He unlocked one of his drawers and dug into the back to pull out two of the blue binders that were called murder books. Both were heavy, about three inches thick. On the spine of the first it saidBIOS. The other was labeledDOCS. They were from the Dollmaker case.
    “Who’s testifying tomorrow?” Edgar called from across the squad room.
    “I don’t know the order. The judge wouldn’t make her say. But she’s got me subpoenaed, also Lloyd and Irving. She’s got Amado, the ME coordinator, and even Bremmer. They all gotta show up and then she’ll say which ones she’ll put on tomorrow and which ones later.”
    “The
Times
isn’t going to let Bremmer testify. They always fight that shit.”
    “Yeah, but he isn’t subpoenaed as a
Times
reporter. He wrote that book about the case. So she served paper on him as the author. Judge Keyes already ruled he doesn’t have the same reporter’s-shield rights.
Times
lawyers may show up to argue but the judge already made the ruling. Bremmer testifies.”
    “See what I mean, she’s probably already been back in chambers with that old guy. Anyway, it’s no matter, Bremmer can’t hurt you. That book made you out like the hero who saved the day.”
    “I guess.”
    “Harry, come here and take a look at this.”
    Edgar