Vol Ii Part 24 (1/2)
”Yeah, Arno. Only I had it wrong. The request for a meeting was only for Claude. Not me. Eno went alone.”
”Why only Eno?”
”I never knew and he acted like he didn't know, either. I just a.s.sumed it was because he and Arno had a prior relations.h.i.+p of some kind.”
”But you don't know what.”
”No. Claude Eno was about ten years older than me. He'd been around.”
”So what happened?”
”Well, I can't tell you what happened. I can only tell you what my partner said happened. Understand?”
He was telling Bosch that he didn't trust his own partner. Bosch had known that feeling himself at times and nodded that he understood.
”Go ahead.”
”He came back from the meeting saying Conklin asked him to lay off Fox because Fox was clear on this case and Fox was working as an informant on one of the commando investigations. He said Fox was important to him and he didn't want him compromised or roughed up, especially over a crime he didn't commit.”
”How was Conklin so sure?”
”I don't know. But Eno told me that he told Conklin that a.s.sistant DA's, no matter who they are, didn't decide whether someone was clear or not for the police, and that we weren't backing off until we talked to Fox for ourselves. Faced with that, Conklin said he could deliver Fox to be interviewed and fingerprinted. But only if we did it on Conklin's turf.”
”Which was ... ?”
”His office in the old courthouse. That's gone now. They built that big square thing right before I left. Horrible-looking thing.”
”What happened in the office? Were you there for that?”
”Yeah, I was there but nothing happened. We interviewed him. Fox was there with Conklin, so was the n.a.z.i.”
”The n.a.z.i?”
”Conklin's enforcer, Gordon Mittel.”
”He was there?”
”Yup. I guess he was sort of watching out for Conklin while Conklin was watching out for Fox.”
Bosch showed no surprise.
”Okay, so what did Fox tell you?”
”Like I said, not much. At least, that's how I remember it. He gave us an alibi and the names of the people who could verify it. I took his prints.”
”What'd he say about the victim?”
”He said pretty much what we'd already heard from her girlfriend.”
”Meredith Roman?”
”Yeah, I think that's it. He said she went to a party, was hired as kind of a decoration to be on some guy's arm. He said it was in Hanc.o.c.k Park. He didn't have the address. He said he had nothing to do with setting it up. That didn't make sense to us. You know, a pimp not knowing where ... not knowing where one of his girls was. It was the one thing we had and when we started leaning on him about it, Conklin stepped in like a referee.”
”He didn't want you leaning on him.”
”Craziest thing I ever saw. Here was the next DA- everybody knew he was going to run. Here he was taking this b.a.s.t.a.r.d's side against us ... Sorry about that b.a.s.t.a.r.d comment.”
”Forget it.”
”Conklin was trying to make it seem like we were out of line, while all the time this big-piece-of-s.h.i.+t Fox was sitting there smiling with a toothpick in the side of his mouth. It's what, thirty-somethin' years ago and I can still remember that toothpick. Galled the Jesus out of me. So to make a long story short, we never did get to brace him on having set up the date she went on.”
The boat rocked on a high wake and Bosch looked around and didn't see any other boat. It was weird. He looked out across the water and for the first time realized how different it was from the Pacific. The Pacific was a cold and forbidding blue, the Gulf a warm green that invited you.
”We left,” McKittrick continued. ”I figured we'd have another shot at him. So we left and started to work on his alibi. It turned out to be good. And I don't mean it was good because his own witnesses said it was. We did the work. We found some independent people. People that didn't know him. As I remember it, it was rock solid.”
”You remember where he was?”
”Spent part of the night in a bar over there on Ivar, place a lot of the pimps hung around. Can't remember the name of it. Then later he drove out to Ventura, spent most of the rest of the night in a card room until he got a phone call, then he split. The other thing about this was that it didn't smack of an alibi set up for this particular night. This was his routine. He was well known in all of these places.”
”What was the phone call?”
”We never knew. We didn't know about it until we started checking his alibi and somebody mentioned it. We never got to ask Fox about it. But to be honest, we didn't care too much at that point. Like I said, his alibi was solid and he didn't get the call until later in the morning. Four, five o'clock. The vic- your mother had been dead a good long while by then. TOD was midnight. The call didn't matter.”
Bosch nodded but it was the kind of detail he would not have left open if it had been his investigation. It was too curious a detail. Who calls a poker room that early in the morning? What kind of call would make Fox up and leave the game?
”What about the prints?”
”I had 'em checked anyway and they didn't match those on the belt. He was clean. The dirtbag was clear.”
Bosch thought of something.
”You did check the prints on the belt against the victim's, right?”
”Hey, Bosch, I know you highfalutin guys think you're the cat's a.s.s now but we were known for having a brain or two back in those days.”
”Sorry.”
”There were a few prints on the buckle that were the victim's. That's it. The rest were definitely the killer's because of their location. We got good direct lifts and partials on two other spots where it was clear the belt had been grasped by the full hand. You don't hold a belt that way when you're putting it on. You hold it that way when you're putting it around someone's neck.”
They were both silent after that. Bosch couldn't figure out what McKittrick was telling him. He felt deflated. He had thought that if he got McKittrick to open up, the old cop would point the finger at Fox or Conklin or somebody. But he was doing none of that. He really wasn't giving Bosch anything.
”How come you remember so many details, Jake? It's been a long time.”
”I've had a long time to think about it. When you finish up, Bosch, you'll see, there'll always be one. One case that stays with you. This is the one that stayed with me.”
”So what was your final take on it?”