wall.

“You,” Irving snapped at him. “Out.”

“But, sir, the—”

“Get out!”

Toliver quickly left through the hallway door as Brockman was finally finding his voice.

“Buh…Bosch, you sonova bitch, you…you’re going to jail. You—”

“Nobody’s going to jail,” Irving said sternly. “Nobody’s going to jail.”

Irving stopped to gulp down some air. Bosch noticed that the assistant chief seemed just as winded as anybody in the room.

“There will be no charges on this,” Irving finally continued. “Lieutenant, you baited him and got what you got.”

Irving’s tone invited no debate. Brockman, his chest still heaving, put his elbows on the table and began running his fingers through his hair, trying to look as if he still had some composure but all he had was defeat. Irving turned to Bosch, anger bunching the muscles of his jaw into hard surfaces.

“And you. Bosch, I don’t know how to help you. You’re always the loose cannon. You knew what he was doing, you’ve done it yourself. But you couldn’t sit there and take it. What kind of man are you?”

Bosch didn’t say anything and he doubted Irving wanted a spoken answer. Brockman started coughing and Irving looked back at him.

“Are you all right?”

“I think.”

“Go across the street, have one of the paramedics check you out.”

“No, I’m all right.”

“Good, then go down to your office, take a break. I have someone else I want to have talk to Bosch.”

“I want to continue the inter—”

“The interview is over, Lieutenant. You blew it.” Then, looking at Bosch, he added, “You both did.”

Chapter Thirty-three

IRVING LEFT BOSCH alone in the conference room and in a few moments Carmen Hinojos walked in. She took the same seat that Brockman had sat in. She looked at Bosch with eyes that seemed filled with equal parts anger and disappointment. But Bosch didn’t flinch under her gaze.

“Harry, I can’t believe—”

He held a finger up to his mouth, silencing her.

“What is it?”

“Are our sessions still supposed to be private?”

“Of course.”

“Even in here?”

“Yes. What is it?”

Bosch got up and walked to the phone on the counter. He pushed the button that disconnected the conference call. He returned to his seat.

“I hope that was left on unintentionally. I’m going to speak to Chief Irving about that.”

“You’re probably speaking to him right now. The phone was too obvious. He’s probably got the room wired.”

“C’mon, Harry, this isn’t the CIA.”

“No, it’s not. Sometimes it’s even worse. All I’m saying is Irving, the IAD, they still might be listening somehow. Be careful what you say.”

Carmen Hinojos looked exasperated.

“I’m not paranoid, Doctor. I’ve been through this before.”

“All right, never mind. I really don’t care who’s listening or not. I can’t believe what you just did. It makes me very sad and disappointed. What have our meetings been about? Nothing? I’m sitting in there hearing you resort to the same type of violence that brought you to me in the first place. Harry, this isn’t some joke. This is real life. And I have to make a decision that could very well decide your future. This makes it all the more difficult to do.”

He waited until he was sure she was done.

“You were in there with Irving the whole time?”

“Yes, he called and explained the situation and asked me to come over and sit in. I have to say—”

“Wait a minute. Before we go any further. Did you talk to him? Did you tell him about our sessions?”

“No, of course not.”

“Okay, for the record, I just want to reiterate that I do not give up any of my protections under the patient-doctor relationship. We okay on that?”

For the first time she looked away from him. He could see her face turning dark with anger.

“Do you know what an insult that is for you to tell me that? What, do you think I’d tell him about our sessions just because he may have ordered me to?”

“Did he?”

“You don’t trust me at all, do you?”

“Did he?”

“No, he didn’t.”

“That’s good.”

“It’s not just me. You don’t trust anyone.”

Bosch realized that he had been out of line. He could see, though, that there was more hurt than anger in her face.

“I’m sorry, you’re right, I shouldn’t have said that. I’m just…I don’t know, I’ve got my back to the corner here, Doctor. When that happens, sometimes you forget who’s on your side and who isn’t.”

“Yes, and as a matter of course you respond with violence against those who you perceive are not on your side. This is not good to see. It’s very, very disappointing.”

He looked away from her and over to