“We found a journal that your sister kept of her investigation. Like a notebook. Drummond had it translated a long time ago. It looks like he used different translators for different parts so no one would know the whole story. He was a cop and he probably said it was for a case he was working. We have that translation and it goes all the way back to what happened—at least what she remembered—on the ship. We think it was in her hotel room and we believe Drummond went there and stole it after he killed her. It was one of the things he used to control the other men from the ship.”
“Can I have this journal?”
“Not yet, Henrik, but I will make a copy for you and send it. It’s going to be part of our evidence when we go to trial. That’s one of the reasons I’m calling. I’m going to need handwriting samples so we can authenticate the journal. Do you have any letters from your sister or anything else with her handwriting on it?”
“Yes, I have some letters. Can I send copies? These are very important to me. It’s all I have of my sister. And her photographs.”
This was why Bosch had wanted to go in person. To deal directly with Henrik. O’Toole had called his request a boondoggle, an effort by Bosch to take a vacation at taxpayers’ expense.
“Henrik, I’m going to ask you to trust me with the originals. We need them because the analyst also makes the comparison based on how hard the writer presses down on some letters and punctuation, things like that. Will that be okay? I promise to get it all back to you undamaged.”
“Yes, this is fine. I trust you, Detective.”
“Thank you, Henrik. I’m going to need you to send them as soon as you can. There will be what is called a grand jury first, and we’ll want to authenticate before we present the journal. Also, Henrik, we got a good prosecutor assigned to the case, and he wanted me to ask if you would be willing to come to L.A. for the trial.”
There was a long pause before Henrik answered.
“I must come, Detective. For my sister.”
“I thought you would say that.”
“When should I come?”
“It probably won’t be for a long while. As I said, we have the grand jury first and then there are always delays.”
“How long?”
“Well, Drummond’s medical condition will probably delay things a bit and then his lawyer. . . . Guilty people are given a lot of opportunities to delay the inevitable in our system over here. I’m sorry, Henrik. I know you’ve waited a long time. I will keep you informed about—”
“I wish you had shot him. I wish he had died.”
Bosch nodded.
“I understand.”
“He should be dead like the others.”
Bosch thought about the chance he’d had on the hillside, when Mendenhall had left him alone with Drummond.
“I understand,” he said again.
There was only silence in response.
“Henrik? You there?”
“I am sorry. Please hold.”
The line went dead without Bosch being able to respond. Again, he wished he could be in person with this man who had lost so much. O’Toole had reminded Bosch that Anneke Jespersen had been dead twenty years. He said people had moved on and there was no reason to support his traveling all the way to Copenhagen just to give the personal touch to the notification of arrest to her next of kin.
As he waited for Henrik to come back, Bosch raised his eyes over the edge of the cubicle wall like a soldier peeking out of a foxhole. O’Toole happened to be standing in the doorway of his office, surveying the squad room like a land baron watching over his fiefdom. He thought it was about numbers and statistics. He had no clue as to what they were really doing here. He had no idea about the mission.
O’Toole’s eyes eventually came to Bosch’s and they held each other’s stare for a moment. But then the weaker man looked away. O’Toole stepped back into his office and closed the door.
When they had been on the hill, waiting for the first responders, Mendenhall had quietly opened up to Bosch about her investigation. She’d told him things that surprised and hurt him. O’Toole had merely seized on an opportunity to put heat on Bosch but the complaint hadn’t originated with him. It had been Shawn Stone who filed it from San Quentin, claiming that Bosch had endangered him by having him brought to a law enforcement interview room, putting him at risk of being tagged as a snitch. Mendenhall said her conclusion after interviewing all parties was that Stone was more concerned about losing his mother’s attention to Bosch than with getting hit with a snitch jacket. He was hoping that his complaint would damage the relationship between Hannah and Harry.
Bosch had yet to bring the matter up with Hannah and wasn’t sure when he would. He feared that in the long run her son might have been successful with his plan.
The one thing Mendenhall refused to give up was her own motivation. She would not tell Bosch why she had followed him off the reservation. He had to be content with being grateful that she did.
“Detective Bosch?”
“I’m here, Henrik.”
There was a long moment of silence as Henrik gathered his thoughts after coming back on the line.
“I don’t know,” he finally said. “I thought this would be different, you know?”
His voice was tight with emotion.
“How so?”
There was another pause.
“I have waited twenty years for this phone call . . . and all this time I thought it would go away. I knew I would always be sad for my sister. But I thought the other would go away.”
“What is the other, Henrik?”
Though he knew the answer.
“Anger . . . I am still angry, Detective Bosch.”
Bosch nodded. He looked down at his desk, at the photos of all the victims under the glass top. Cases and faces. His eyes moved from the photo of Anneke Jespersen to some of the others. The ones he had not yet spoken for.
“So am I, Henrik,” he said. “So am I.”
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
The author would like to gratefully acknowledge those who helped with the research and writing of this novel. They include detectives Rick Jackson, Tim Marcia, David Lambkin, and Richard Bengtson, as well as Dennis Wojciechowski, John Houghton, Carl Seibert, Terrill Lee Lankford, Laurie Pepper, Bill Holodnak, Henrik Bastin, Linda Connelly, Asya Muchnick, Bill Massey, Pamela Marshall, Jane Davis, Heather Rizzo, and Don Pierce.
Thank you to author Sara Blædel for her help with Danish translations.
The music of Frank Morgan and Art Pepper was also an invaluable inspiration. Many thanks to all.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Michael Connelly is a former police reporter for the Los Angeles Times, and is the author of the acclaimed and bestselling Harry Bosch thrillers, including his most recent, The Drop, as well as several stand-alone bestsellers, including The Poet. Michael Connelly is a former President of the Mystery Writers of America. His books have been translated into thirty-five languages and have won numerous awards. He lives with his family in Tampa, Florida.
www.michaelconnelly.com.au
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Copyright
This edition published in Australia and New Zealand by Allen & Unwin in 2012.
First published in Great Britain in 2012 by Orion Books.
Copyright © 2012 by Hieronymus, Inc.
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