“Okay, give me a few minutes here,” Chu said.

Bosch moved back to his desk. He noticed the pile of photos stacked on the right side. They were 3 × 5 shots of Anneke Jespersen’s press pass photo that he had ordered from the photo unit so that he could distribute them where needed. He held one up now and studied her face again, his eyes drawn to hers and their distant stare.

He then slid the photo under the sheet of glass that topped his desk. It joined the others. All women. All victims. Cases and faces he wanted always to be reminded of.

“Bosch, what are you doing here?”

Bosch looked up and saw it was Lieutenant O’Toole.

“I work here, Lieutenant,” he said.

“You have qualifying today and you can’t delay it again.”

“Not till ten, and they’ll be backed up anyway. Don’t worry, I’ll get it done.”

“No more excuses.”

O’Toole walked off in the direction of his office. Bosch watched him go, shaking his head.

Chu turned from his desk, holding out the page Bosch had given him.

“That was easy,” he said.

Bosch took the paper and checked it. Chu had written phone numbers under all three names. Bosch immediately forgot about O’Toole.

“Thanks, partner.”

“So, who’s the guy?”

“Not sure, but ten years ago somebody named Alex White called from Modesto to ask about the Jespersen case. I want to find out why.”

“There’s no summary in the book?”

“No, just an entry in the chrono. Probably lucky somebody even took the time to put that in there.”

Bosch went to work on the phone, calling the three Alex Whites. He was both lucky and unlucky. He was able to connect with all three of the men but none of them acknowledged being the Alex White who had called about the Jespersen case. They all seemed thoroughly confused by the call from Los Angeles. With each call, he had asked not only about Jespersen but also about what the men did for a living, as well as whether they were familiar with the John Deere dealership where the call supposedly originated. The closest Bosch got to a connection was the last call.

The eldest Alex White, an accountant who owned several plots of undeveloped land, said he had purchased a tractor mower from the Modesto dealership about ten years earlier but could not provide the exact date without searching through his records at home. He happened to be golfing when Bosch called him but promised to get back to Harry with a date of purchase later in the day. Being an accountant, he was sure he still had the records.

Bosch hung up. He had no idea whether he was just spinning his wheels but the Alex White call was a detail that bothered him. It was now after nine and he called the dealership from where the 2002 call had come.

Blind calling was always a delicate skill. Bosch wanted to proceed cautiously here and not blunder into something or give a potential suspect a heads-up that he was on the case. He decided to run a play instead of being up-front about who he was and where he was calling from.