He pulled the gun out from the side of the chair cushion and handed it to Bosch. Bosch kept his eyes on Harris’s until the gun was safely in his hand. He then studied the weapon and smelled the barrel. He smelled no oil or burned gunpowder. He ejected the cartridge and thumbed out the top bullet. It was a Federal, full metal jacket. A very popular brand and make of ammunition, Bosch knew, and the same brand used in the Angels Flight murders. He looked back down at Harris.

“You’re a convicted felon, Mr. Harris. You realize it is a crime for you to have this weapon?”

“Not in my house, man. I need protection.”

“Anywhere, I’m afraid. This could send you back to prison.”

Harris smiled at him. Bosch could see one of his incisors was gold with a star etched on the front.

“Then take me away, man.”

He raised his arms, offering his wrists for the handcuffs.

“Take me away and watch this muthafuckin’ place burn, baby, burn.”

“No. Actually I was thinking of cutting you a break, seeing how you’ve been so helpful tonight. But I’m going to have to keep the weapon. I’d be committing a crime if I left it here with you.”

“Be my gues’, Chet. I can always get what I need from my car. Know what I mean?”

He said Chet the way some white people say the word nigger.

“Sure. I know what you mean.”

They waited for the elevator in silence. Once they were inside and descending Entrenkin spoke.

“Does that gun match?”

“It’s the same kind. Ammo’s the same. We’ll have the lab check it, but I sort of doubt he would have kept it around if he killed Elias with it. He’s not that stupid.”

“What about his car? He said he could get anything from his car.”

“He didn’t mean his car car. He meant his crew. His people. Together they’re a car, driving somewhere together. It’s a saying that comes from county lockup. Eight people to a cell. They call them cars. What about Pelfry? You know him?”

“Jenkins Pelfry. He’s a PI. An independent. I think he’s got an office over in the Union Law Center in downtown. A lot of the civil rights lawyers use him. Howard was using him on this.”

“We have to talk to him then. Thanks for telling us.”

There was annoyance in Bosch’s voice. He looked at his watch. He figured it was too late to try to run down Pelfry.

“Look, it’s in the files I gave you,” Entrenkin protested. “You didn’t ask me about it. How was I to know to tell you.”

“You’re right. You didn’t know.”

“If you want, I could put a call — ”