“Again, maybe it’s in process. And even if it is, it’s too late. The O’Connors backed everything onto a Zip drive. They can crash the site but we still have it. We’ll be able to trace every IP address and take down every one of those people — if you consider them people.”

Again the fervor and anger in her voice made Bosch wonder if something about what she had seen on the web site had touched something personal, something deep inside.

“So where do we go from here?” he asked. “Search warrants?”

“Yep,” Rider said. “And we bring in the Kincaids. Fuck their big mansion on the hill. We have enough already to bring them in for questioning on the child abuse. We separate them and sweat them in the rooms. We go for the wife and get a confession. Get her to waive spousal privilege and give us her husband, that rat bastard.”

“You’re talking about a very powerful and politically connected family.”

“Don’t tell me you’re afraid of the car czar.”

Bosch checked her look to make sure she was kidding.

“I’m afraid of moving too fast and blowing it. We’ve got nothing that directly links anybody to Stacey Kincaid or Howard Elias. If we bring mom down here and don’t turn her, then we watch the car czar drive away. That’s what I’m afraid of, okay?”

Rider nodded.

“She’s dying to be turned,” Edgar said. “Why else send those notes to Elias?”

Bosch put his elbows on the desk and washed his face with his hands as he thought about things. He had to make a decision.

“What about Charlotte’s Web Site?” he asked, his face still covered by his hands. “What do we do with that?”

“We give that to Inglert and the O’Connors,” Rider said. “They’ll jump all over it. Like I said, they’ll be able to trace the good guy list to the users. They’ll identify them and take them down. We’re talking multiple arrests of an Internet pedophile ring. That’s just for starters. The DA might want to try to link them all to the homicides.”

“They’re probably all over the country,” Edgar said. “Not just L.A.”

“They might be all over the world but it won’t matter. Our people will work with the bureau on it.”

More silence passed by and Bosch finally dropped his hands to the desk. He’d made his decision.

“Okay,” he said. “You two stay here and work on the search warrants. I want them ready to go tonight, in case we decide to move. We want all weapons, computer equipment — you know what to do. I want warrants for the old house, which they still own, as well as the new house, all cars and Kincaid’s office. Also, Jerry, see what you can find out about the security guy.”