That was all he said. Drummond instructed Banks to drive around the circle and onto a service road that wrapped around behind the château and went past a freestanding garage and back into the hillside to the rear of the property. Soon they came to an old A-frame barn that was surrounded by cattle pens but looked unused and abandoned.

“What are we doing?” Banks asked.

“We?” Drummond said. “We are taking care of Detective Bosch because Detective Bosch couldn’t leave the ghosts of the past alone. Pull to the front of the barn.”

Banks stopped with the headlights bathing the large double doors. There was a “No Trespassing” sign nailed to the door on the left. A large slide bar secured the doors and a heavy chain was also wrapped through the two handles and held in place with a padlock.

“Kids were sneaking in here, leaving their beer cans and shit all over,” Cosgrove said, as if he had to explain why the barn was locked.

“Unlock it,” Drummond said.

Cosgrove got out and headed to the barn doors with a key already in his hand.

“You sure about this, Drummer?” Banks asked.

“Don’t call me that, Reggie. People stopped calling me that a long time ago.”

“Sorry. I won’t. But are you sure we have to do this?”

“There you go with that we stuff again. When was it ever we, Reg? Don’t you mean me? Me always cleaning up after what you guys did?”

Banks didn’t answer. Cosgrove had gotten the doors unlocked and was pulling the right side open.

“Let’s do this thing,” Drummond said.

He got out of the car, slamming the door behind him. Banks was slow to do likewise, and Bosch seized the moment, locking eyes with him in the rearview.

“Don’t be a part of this, Reggie. He gave you a gun, you can stop this.”

Bosch’s door opened then and Drummond reached in to pull him out.

“Reggie, what are you waiting for? Let’s go, man.”

“Oh, I didn’t know you wanted me, too.”

Banks got out as Bosch was pulled out.

“In the barn, Bosch,” Drummond said.

Bosch looked up at the black sky again as he was pushed toward the open door of the barn. Once they were inside, Cosgrove turned on an overhead light that was so high up in the crossbeams that it threw only a dim glow down to where they stood below.

Drummond went to a center column that helped support the hayloft and pushed against it to test its strength. It felt solid.

“Here,” he said. “Bring him over.”

Banks pushed Bosch forward and Drummond grabbed him by the arm again and turned him, so his back came to the column. He brought the gun up and pointed it at Bosch’s face.

“Hold still,” Drummond commanded. “Reggie, cuff him to the beam.”