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Authors: Michael Connelly

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There was a long silence. Bosch heard muffled voices.

“Rick, you there?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m here. I was just telling Tim. I think we know where it is.”

Bosch’s eyes darted to Rachel and he held back his first response, which was to ask why the hell the GPS device hadn’t come up before if they had known about it.

“Tell me,” he said instead.

“When we interviewed the guys Denninger plays poker with, a couple of them said they hadn’t seen him since he lost a big pot a couple weeks ago and stormed off.”

“Okay.”

“Well, you know, we asked how much he lost and they told us he lost like six hundred dollars and all his numbers. I said what do you mean, numbers? And they said his fishing spots. They didn’t say anything about a GPS device and it didn’t occur to me that—”

“Who won the pot?”

“I don’t know but we can find out. I’ll start calling those guys back.”

“Do it. We need those numbers. Call me as soon as you have a name.”

Bosch closed the phone and looked at Walling.

“Time to go fishing.”

Bosch felt queasy. The police dive boat was rocking on three-foot rollers. They had been out almost two hours on Santa Monica Bay and were on the seventh location. Denninger’s GPS had twenty-two waypoints stored on it. And it was shaping up to be a long day on rough seas.

Harry studied the blue-black water and waited. The captain had said they were in thirty-two feet of water. After a while he looked back toward the coast and saw the bloom of smog that hovered above the city. He thought about having spent his whole life underneath it, and it only made him feel more ill.

He quickly crossed to the other side of the boat and leaned over the side. The captain had given him specific instructions. If he were to get sick, he had to lean over the port side. That way the current would take his vomit away from the dive zone. He heaved twice, two deep exorcisms from the gut. He watched the current take away what was left of his breakfast.

He felt his phone buzz in his pocket. He wiped his mouth with one hand and pulled the phone with the other.

“Bosch.”

“Harry, are you all right?”

It was Walling.

“Yeah. Just a little seasick.”

“Yes. I wanted to check in. You’re still out there?”

“Unfortunately. We’re on the seventh location. Nothing so far.”

“You sound terrible. Maybe you should go in.”

“No, I’m here till we find them. Or till we don’t.”

“They can look without you. You’re not diving.”

“If they find the girls, I need to be here.” He said it in a tone that ended the debate.

“Okay, Harry. Let me know, all right?”

“I’ll call you.”

By the time they got to the eleventh location, the sun was high, the wind had died away, and both the seas and Bosch’s stomach had calmed. The water had changed color too. It was a lighter blue in the sunlight. More inviting, less severe. Bosch sat on the stern and watched the air bubbles boil to the surface. There were four divers thirty-nine feet down in low-visibility water. The boat captain, the forensics guy, and two deck hands were inside the cabin. Ever since Bosch had gotten sick, they had left him by himself.

Bosch heard splashing and turned to look behind him, off the stern. Two of the divers had surfaced. Between them they were holding up a body wrapped in a plastic tarp and weighted with chains.

Bosch quickly turned back toward the cabin and waved to get the attention of the others. “Hey!”

He then moved to the gunwale door. Before he could open it, one of the deck hands did. Bosch stepped back and watched as the two divers made their grim delivery. The man from forensics followed their progress with a video camera.

The deck hands grabbed the package by the chains and pulled it aboard, sliding it across the deck. It was grim duty, and water slopped over their shoes.

Olivia or Allison?
Bosch thought.

Just as the question ran through his mind, the other two divers surfaced off the stern. They too carried a package of plastic and chains and moved with it toward the gunwale door.

The first two divers backed away from the boat rather than attempt to climb aboard. That was when Bosch knew that Deninger had put more than two bodies into the water here. He went to the corner of the stern and called out to them.

“How many?”

One diver removed his respirator and called back, holding up an open hand.

“Five more coming up.”

Bosch just nodded and pulled out his phone to start making calls.

Jackson answered right away.

“Where’s Denninger?”

“In the house. You find the girls?”

“Looks like it. We’ve got seven bodies. We’re going to be here awhile.”

“Holy Christ!”

“We’ll probably have to check all the other spots too.”

“Should we take him down?”

Bosch thought for a moment. The location had come from the GPS device that Denninger had lost in a poker game. There were gaps in the evidence line, but it still strongly pointed the finger of guilt at Denninger. Even if the recovered bodies did not include those of Olivia Martz and Allison Beaumont, they would make a case against Denninger.

Another detective or a prosecutor might move more cautiously. Keep the surveillance on the suspect, recover all the bodies, and work the evidence until it tightly wrapped around their man. But Bosch couldn’t see giving Denninger another minute of freedom.

“Yeah,” he said. “Take the bastard down.”

“You got it.”

“Call me when you’re five by five.”

Bosch closed the phone and then reopened it. He needed to alert the medical examiner’s office that he had a multiple-homicide case and that investigators would need to meet the police boat at the dock. But first he called Rachel Walling back. He needed to tell her that her read on the file and photos had led to the break that blew the case wide open. He needed to thank her again.

As he waited for her to answer, the sun went behind a cloud and the water turned dark again. It was a cold blue on black, and it would always remind Bosch of death.

About the Author

Michael Connelly is the author of twenty-eight previous novels, including
#1 New York Times
bestsellers
The Crossing
and
The Burning Room.
His books, which include the Harry Bosch series and Lincoln Lawyer series, have sold more than sixty million copies worldwide. Connelly is a former newspaper reporter who has won numerous awards for his journalism and his novels and is the executive producer of
Bosch,
starring Titus Welliver. He spends his time in California and Florida.

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Contents

 
  1. Cover
  2. Title Page
  3. Welcome
  4. Blue on Black
  5. About the Author
  6. Mulholland and Strand Magazine ebook shorts
  7. Newsletters
  8. Copyright

Copyright

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Originally published in
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