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Chapters (45)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. Title Page
  4. Part One: The Gun Walk: 2012
  5. Chapter 1
  6. Chapter 2
  7. Chapter 3
  8. Chapter 4
  9. Chapter 5
  10. Chapter 6
  11. Chapter 7
  12. Chapter 8
  13. Chapter 9
  14. Chapter 10
  15. Chapter 11
  16. Chapter 12
  17. Chapter 13
  18. Chapter 14
  19. Chapter 15
  20. Part Two: Words and Pictures
  21. Chapter 16
  22. Chapter 17
  23. Chapter 18
  24. Chapter 19
  25. Chapter 20
  26. Chapter 21
  27. Chapter 22
  28. Chapter 23
  29. Chapter 24
  30. Chapter 25
  31. Part Three: The Prodigal Detective
  32. Chapter 26
  33. Chapter 27
  34. Chapter 28
  35. Chapter 29
  36. Chapter 30
  37. Chapter 31
  38. Chapter 32
  39. Chapter 33
  40. Chapter 34
  41. Chapter 35
  42. Acknowledgments
  43. About the Author
  44. Also by Michael Connelly
  45. Copyright

Bosch did not know what the Danish word meant but it sounded like an exclamation of both surprise and relief. There was then a long silence, and Bosch guessed that the man on the other end of the line half a world away had possibly started to cry. Bosch had seen the behavior before when he had delivered such news in person. In this case he had asked to go to Denmark to personally brief Henrik Jespersen, but the request was denied by Lieutenant O’Toole, who was still smarting from the denial of his 128 complaint against Bosch by Mendenhall and the PSB.

“I am sorry, Detective,” Henrik said. “I am very emotional, you see. Who is the killer of my sister?”

“A man named John James Drummond. She didn’t know him.”

There was no immediate response, so Bosch filled the space.

“Henrik, you may start hearing from some journalists about the arrest. I made a deal with a reporter at the BT there in Copenhagen. He helped me with the investigation. I need to call him next.”

Again there was no response.

“Henrik, are you—”

“This man Drummond, why did he kill her?”

“Because he believed it would bring him favor with a very powerful man and family. It helped them cover up another crime against your sister.”

“Is he in jail now?”

“Not yet. He’s in a hospital, but they will be moving him soon to the jail ward.”

“In hospital? Did you shoot him?”

Bosch nodded. He understood the emotion behind the question. The hopefulness in it.

“No, Henrik. He was trying to get away. In a helicopter. And he crashed. He’ll never walk again. His spine was crushed. They think he is paralyzed from the neck down.”

“I think this is good. Do you?”

Bosch didn’t hesitate.

“Yes, Henrik, I do.”

“You say killing Anneke brought him power. How?”

Bosch spent the next fifteen minutes summarizing the history from the standpoint of the men in the conspiracy. Who they were and what they did. The war crime Anneke had made reference to. He ended the story with the latest turn of the investigation, the deaths of Banks, Dowler, and Cosgrove, and the execution of search warrants on two properties and a storage facility owned or leased by Drummond in Stanislaus County.