Chapters (41)
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- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
They moved through the doorway and Bosch turned left to head back to Irving’s conference room. He wanted to leave the building but didn’t want to wait for an elevator with all of the reporters.
Irving was waiting for him in the conference room. He was sitting in the same spot he had taken before.
“Sorry about the bureau deal,” he said. “I did not know about it until right before. It was the chief’s idea.”
“So I heard. It’s probably the smart play.”
He was quiet for a moment, waiting for Irving to make the next move.
“So what I want you to do is have your team finish up the interviews they are involved in now, then everybody gets a good night’s sleep, because tomorrow it all starts again.”
Bosch had to stop himself from shaking his head no.
“You mean just shelve everything until the bureau shows up? Chief, this is a homicide — a double homicide. We can’t just shut it down and start over tomorrow.”
“I am not talking about shutting anything down. I said finish up what you have going at the moment. Tomorrow we will retrench and regroup and create a new battle plan. I want your people fresh and ready to run.”
“Fine. Whatever.”
But Bosch had no intention of waiting for the bureau. His intention was to continue the investigation, drive it forward and then follow where it led. It didn’t matter what Irving said.
“Can I get a key to this room?” Bosch asked. “We should get the first batch of files from Entrenkin in a little while. We need a secure place for them.”
Irving shifted his weight and reached into his pocket. He removed a key that was unattached to a ring and slid it across the table. Bosch picked it up and started working it onto his own key ring.
“So how many people have a copy of this?” he said. “Just so I know.”
“You don’t have to worry, Detective. No one will be going into this room who is not a member of the team or does not have my permission.”
Bosch nodded even though Irving had not answered his question.
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