“Tell you what,” Bosch said. “I’ll make sure we have doughnuts here at eight-thirty. If you can, just wait until then. Okay, so let’s do it.”

Bosch took out the key ring they had taken from the body of Howard Elias. He removed the keys to the apartment and the Porsche key and gave them to Edgar. He noted that there were still several keys on the ring that were unaccounted for. At least two or three would be to the office and another two or three for his home in Baldwin Hills. That still left four keys and Bosch thought about the voice he had heard on the answering machine. Maybe Elias had keys to a lover’s home.

He put the keys back in his pocket and told Rider and Dellacroce to drive cars down the hill and over to the Bradbury. He said he and Chastain would take the train down and walk over, making a check of the sidewalks Elias would have covered between his office building and the lower Angels Flight terminus. As the detectives broke up and headed toward their assignments, Bosch went to the station window and looked in on Eldrige Peete. He was sitting on the chair by the cash register, earplugs in place and his eyes closed. Bosch rapped gently on the window but the train operator was startled anyway.

“Mr. Peete, I want you to send us down once more and then you can close up, lock up and go home to your wife.”

“Okay, whatever you say.”

Bosch nodded and turned to head to the train, then he stopped and looked back at Peete.

“There’s a lot of blood. Do you have someone who is going to clean up the inside of the train before it opens tomorrow?”

“Don’t worry, I’ll get that. I’ve got a mop and bucket back here in the closet. I called my supervisor. Before you got here. He said I gotta clean Olivet up so she’s ready to go in the morning. We start at eight Satadays.”

Bosch nodded.

“Okay, Mr. Peete. Sorry you have to do that.”

“I like to keep the cars clean.”

“Also, down at the bottom, they left fingerprint dust all over the turnstile. It’s nasty stuff if you get that on your clothes.”

“I’ll get that, too.”

Bosch nodded.

“Well, thanks for your help tonight. We appreciate it.”

“Tonight? Hell, it’s morning a’ready.”

Peete smiled.

“I guess you’re right. Good morning, Mr. Peete.”

“Yeah, not if you ask them two that were on the train.”

Bosch started away and then once more came back to the man.

“One last thing. This is going to be a big story in the papers. And on TV. I’m not telling you what to do but you might want to think about taking your phone off the hook, Mr. Peete. And maybe not answering your door.”

“I gotcha.”

“Good.”