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knocking on doors he should check into Stanley Kent ’s ownership of a gun. They needed to find the make and model. It was looking like his own gun was probably the weapon he was killed with.
    As Bosch closed the phone Walling called to him from the home office. Harry found her and Brenner standing behind the desk and looking at a computer screen.
    “Look at this,” Walling said.
    “I told you,” he said, “you shouldn’t be touching anything yet.”
    “We don’t have the luxury of time anymore,” Brenner said. “Look at this.”
    Bosch came around the desk to look at the computer.
    “Her e-mail account was left open,” Walling said. “I went into the sent mail file. And this was sent to her husband’s e-mail at six-twenty-one p.m. last night.”
    She clicked a button and opened up the e-mail that had been sent from Alicia Kent’s account to her husband’s. The subject line said

    HOME EMERGENCY: READ IMMEDIATELY!

    Embedded in the body of the e-mail was a photograph of Alicia Kent naked and hog-tied on the bed. The impact of the photo would be obvious to anyone, not just a husband.
    Below the photograph was a message:

    We have your wife. Retrieve for us all cesium sources available to you. Bring them in safe containment to the Mulholland overlook near your home by eight o'clock. We will be watching you. If you tell anyone or make a call we will know. The consequence will be your wife being raped, tortured and left in to many pieces to count. Use all precautions while handling sources. Do not be late or we will kill her.

    Bosch read the message twice and believed he felt the same terror Stanley Kent must have felt.
    “‘We will be watching… we will know… we will kill her,’” Walling said. “No contractions. The ‘too’ in ‘too many pieces’ is spelled wrong and then the odd construction of some of the sentences. I don’t think this was written by someone whose original language is English.”
    As she said it Bosch saw it and knew that she was right.
    “They send the message right from here,” Brenner said. “The husband gets it at the office or on his PDA-did he have a PDA?”
    Bosch had no expertise in this area. He hesitated.
    “A personal digital assistant,” Walling prompted. “You know, like a Palm Pilot or a phone with all the gadgets.”
    Bosch nodded.
    “I think so,” he said. “There was a BlackBerry cell phone recovered. It looks like it has a mini-keyboard.”
    “That works,” Brenner said. “So no matter where he is, he gets this message and can probably view the photo, too.”
    All three of them were quiet while the impact of the e-mail registered. Finally, Bosch spoke, feeling guilty now about holding back earlier.
    “I just remembered something. There was an ID tag on the body. From Saint Aggy’s up in the Valley.”
    Brenner’s eyes took on a sharpness.
    “You just remembered a key piece of information like that?” he asked angrily.
    “That’s right. I for-”
    “It doesn’t matter now,” Walling interjected. “Saint Aggy’s is a women’s cancer clinic. Cesium is used almost exclusively for treating cervical and uterine cancer.”
    Bosch nodded.
    “Then we better get going,” he said.

FIVE
    SAINT AGATHA’S CLINIC FOR WOMEN was in Sylmar at the north end of the San Fernando Valley. Because it was the dead of night they were making good time on the 170 Freeway up. Bosch was behind the wheel of his Mustang, one eye on the fuel needle. He knew he was going to need gas before coming back down into the city. It was he and Brenner in the car. It had been decided-by Brenner-that Walling should stay behind with Alicia Kent, to continue both questioning and calming her. Walling didn’t seem happy about the assignment but Brenner, asserting his seniority in the partnership, didn’t give her room to debate it.
    Brenner spent most of the drive taking and making a series of cell calls to and from superiors and fellow agents. It was clear to Bosch from the side