Bosch nodded.

“Maybe so. But when one of them pays off . . .”

Now Chu nodded. He had seen enough of Bosch’s long shots pay off.

“I’ll see you, Harry. Be careful up there.”

Bosch had confided in Chu and told him the plan for his “vacation.”

“I’ll keep in touch.”

On Sunday, Bosch got up early, made coffee, and took it and his phone out to the back deck so he could take in the morning. It was cold and damp outside, but Bosch loved Sunday mornings because they were the most peaceful time of the week in the Cahuenga Pass. Low freeway noise, no echo of hammers from various construction projects in the mountain cleft, no coyotes barking.

He checked his watch. He had a call to make but planned to wait until eight. He put the phone on the side table and leaned back on the chaise longue, feeling the morning dew work into the back of his shirt. That was okay with him. It felt good.

Usually he woke up hungry. But not today. The night before at Craig’s, he had eaten half a basket of garlic bread before putting down a Green Goddess salad and the New York strip that followed. This was then topped off with half of his daughter’s bread pudding for desert. The food and conversation had been the best Bosch had had in a long time and he considered the evening a great success. Maddie and Hannah did as well, though they didn’t care what the food tasted like once they spied the actor Ryan Phillippe eating in a back booth with a group of friends.

Now Bosch slowly sipped his coffee and knew it would be his only breakfast. At eight, he slid the door closed and made a call to his friend Bill Holodnak to make sure their plan for the morning—which they had previously set up—was still in play. He spoke in a low voice so he would not be overheard or wake his daughter prematurely. He had learned from experience that hell hath no fury like a teenage girl awakened too early on a day off from school.

“We’re good to go, Harry,” Holodnak said. “I zeroed the lasers yesterday, and no one’s been in there since. I have one question, though. Do you want to go with the blowback option? If so, we’ll put her in armor but she still might want to wear old clothes.”

Holodnak was the LAPD training officer who ran the Force Options Simulator at the academy in Elysian Park.

“I think we’ll skip the blowback this time, Bill.”

“Less cleanup for me. When will you be there?”

“As soon as I can get her up.”

“Been there, done that, with my own. But you gotta give me a time so I’m there.”

“How about ten?”

“That’ll work.”

“Good. See—”