Trunk Music by Michael Connelly Read Free Book Online

Also, I pulled a full set of Tony’s prints from an old pop for soliciting. Mossler had those to look at, too. It’s Aliso.”
    “Okay, good work. What else you got?”
    “Like I said, I ran this guy. He’s pretty clean. Just the soliciting arrest back in seventy-five. Few other things, though. His name comes up as a victim on a burglary up at his house in March. And on the civil indexes I’ve got a few civil actions against the guy. Breach-of-contract stuff, it looks like. A trail of broken promises and pissed-off people, Harry, good motive stuff.”
    “What were the cases about?”
    “That’s all I’ve got for now, just the abstracts in the civil index. I’ll have to pull the actual cases when I can get into the courthouse.”
    “Okay. Did you check Missing Persons?”
    “Yeah, I did. He was never reported. You got anything there?”
    “Maybe. We might’ve gotten lucky. Looks like we are going to get some prints off the body. Two sets.”
    “Off the body? That’s very cool.”
    “Off the leather jacket.”
    Bosch could tell Edgar was excited. Both detectives knew that if the prints were not those of a suspect, then they would surely be fresh enough to belong to people who had seen the victim in the time shortly before his death.
    “You call OCID?”
    Bosch was waiting for him to ask.
    “Yeah. They’re taking a pass.”
    “What?”
    “That’s what they said. At least for now. Until we find something they might be interested in.”
    Bosch wondered if Edgar even believed he had made the call.
    “That doesn’t figure, Harry.”
    “Yeah, well, all we can do is our job. You hear from Kiz?”
    “Not yet. Who’d you talk to over at Organized Crime?”
    “Guy named Carbone. He was on call.”
    “Never heard of him.”
    “Well, neither had I. I gotta go, Jerry. Let me know what you know.”
    As soon as Bosch hung up, the door to the shed opened and in stepped Lieutenant Grace Billets. She quickly scanned the room and saw Donovan working in the car. She asked Bosch to step outside and that was when he knew she was unhappy.
    She closed the door after he stepped out. She was in her forties and had as many years on the job as Bosch, give or take a couple, but they had never worked together before her assignment as his commanding officer. She was of medium build, with reddish-brown hair she kept short. She wore no makeup. She was dressed entirely in black — jeans, T-shirt and blazer. She also wore black cowboy boots. Her only concession to femininity was the pair of thin gold hoop earrings. Her manner was no concession to anything.
    “What’s going on, Harry? You moved the body in the car?”
    “Had to. It was either that or dump it out of the car with about ten thousand people watching us instead of the fireworks they were supposed to see.”
    Bosch explained the situation in detail and Billets listened silently. When he was done, she nodded.
    “I’m sorry,” she said. “I didn’t know the details. It looks like it was your only choice.”
    Bosch liked that about her. She wasn’t always right and she was willing to admit it.
    “Thanks, Lieutenant.”
    “So what do we have?”
     
    When Bosch and Billets stepped back into the shed, Donovan was at one of the worktables working with the leather jacket. He had hung it on a wire inside an empty one-hundred-gallon aquarium and then dropped in a Hard Evidence packet. The packet, when broken open, emitted cyanoacrylate fumes which would attach to the amino acids and oils of fingerprints and crystallize, thereby raising the ridges and whorls and making them more visible and photo-ready.
    “How’s it look?” Bosch asked.
    “Real good. We’re going to get something off this. Howdy, Lieutenant.”
    “Hello there,” Billets said.
    Bosch could tell she didn’t remember Donovan’s name.
    “Listen, Art,” he said, “when you get those together, get them over to the print lab and then call me or Edgar and tell us. We’ll get somebody over there to