“I don’t want to read a goddamn thing. I know my rights and you can’t just show me a piece of paper and expect me to open my door.”

“Ma’am, you—”

“Harry, can I talk to the lady?”

It was Gant, coming up to the stoop at just the right moment and just according to the script they had worked out.

“Sure, knock yourself out,” Bosch said gruffly, as if he was more annoyed with Gant’s intrusion than with Briscoe. He stepped back and Gant stepped up.

“She’s got five minutes to open up, or we cuff her, put her in a car, and then go in. I’m calling backup now.”

Bosch pulled his cell phone out and walked into the scrub grass out in front so Briscoe could see him making the call.

Gant started speaking in a low voice to the woman in the doorway, doing the Louis Gossett Jr. act, trying to sweet-talk his way to the prize.

“Momma, you remember me? I came by here a few months back. They brought me along here to try to keep the peace, but there’s no stopping them. They’re coming in and they’re going to be looking through all your stuff. Opening things, gettin’ into your private things, gettin’ into whatever anybody else’s got in here. You want that?”

“This is some bullshit. Tru been dead goin’ on three years and now they come around here? They haven’t even solved his damn murder and they sticking a warrant in my face?”

“I know, Momma, I know, but you gotta think about yourself here. You don’t want these guys tearin’ up your house. Where’s the gun at? We know Tru had it. Just give it up and these guys will leave you be.”

Bosch clicked off his phony call and started back toward the house.

“That’s it, Jordy. Backup’s coming and time’s up.”

Gant held a hand back with the palm up.

“Hold on a sec, Detective, we’re talking here.”

He then looked at Briscoe and tried one last time.

“We’re talking, right? You want to avoid this whole thing, right? You don’t want your neighbors seeing this, you sittin’ cuffed in a car, now, do you?”

He paused and Bosch paused and everybody waited.

“Only you,” Briscoe finally said.

She pointed through the gate at Gant.

“That’s cool,” he said. “You going to lead me to it?”

She unlocked the security gate and pushed it toward him.

“Only you come in.”

Gant looked back at Bosch and winked. He was in. He went through the doorway and Briscoe pulled the gate closed and locked it again.