the public or law enforcement. Proper ID had to be shown to pull a birth certificate, especially one guarded by adoption rules.
“That’ll only work if Hilton was born in the county. But worth a try, I guess.”
“Well, one way or another we’ll figure it out. It’s a mystery for now.”
“What’s at the courthouse?”
“I want to see if I can get a subpoena. I want to get there before the judges all split.”
“Okay, I’ll let you go. So, you’ll go see Margaret Thompson later and I’ll run down these names. The ones that are still alive.”
Bosch stood up, holding the docs and his laptop under his arm. He didn’t have a briefcase. He hooked his cane back on the chair so he could reach into his pocket with his free hand.
“So, did you sleep yet today or just go right into this?”
“Yes, Dad, I slept.”
“Don’t call me that. Only one person can call me that and she never does.”
He pulled out some cash and left a twenty on the table, tipping as though there had been four people after all.
“How is Maddie?” Ballard asked.
“A little freaked out at the moment,” Bosch said.
“Why, what happened?”
“She’s got one semester to go down at Chapman and then she graduates. Three weeks ago some creep broke into the house she shares near the school with three other girls. It was a hot prowl. Two of the girls were there asleep.”
“Maddie?”
“No, she was up here with me because of my knee. Helping out, you know? But that doesn’t matter. They’re all freaked out. This guy, he wasn’t there to steal shit, you know, no money or anything taken. He left his semen on one of the girls’ laptops that was on the kitchen table. He was probably looking at photos of her on it when he did his thing. He’s obviously bent.”
“Oh, shit. Did they get a profile off it?”
“Yeah, a case-to-case hit. Same thing four months before. Hot prowl, girls from Chapman, and he left his DNA on a photo that was on the refrigerator. But no match to anybody in the database.”
“So did Maddie and the girls move out?”
“No, they’re all two months from graduation and don’t want to deal with moving. We put on extra locks, cameras inside and out. Alarm system. The local cops put the street on twice-by a shift. But they won’t move out.”
“So that freaks you the fuck out.”
“Exactly. Both hot prowls were on Saturday nights, so I’m thinking that’s this guy’s night out and maybe he’s going to come back. So I’ve been going down and sitting on the place the last two Saturday nights. Me and this knee. I sit in the back seat with my leg up across the seat. I don’t know what I’d do if I saw something but I’m there.”
“Hey, if you want company, I’m there too.”
“Thanks, that means a lot, but that’s my point. Don’t miss your sleep. I remember last year…”
“What about last year? You mean the case we worked?”
“Yeah. We both had sleep deprivation and it … affected things. Decisions.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Look, I don’t want to get into it. You can blame it on me. My decisions were affected, okay? Let’s just make sure we get sleep this time.”
“You worry about you and I’ll worry about me.”
“Got it. Sorry I even brought it up.”
He picked up his cane off the chair and headed toward the door. He was moving slow. Ballard realized she would look like an ass if she walked quickly ahead of him and then out.
“Hey, I’m going to hit the restroom,” she said. “Talk later?”
“Sure,” Bosch said.
“And I really mean that about your daughter. You need me, I’m there.”
“I know you mean it. Thanks.”
10
Ballard walked to the Police Administration Building so she could use a computer to run down some of the names on her list. This would be a routine stop for most detectives from the outer geographic stations. There were even desks and computers reserved for “visiting” detectives. But Ballard had to tread lightly. She had previously worked in the Robbery-Homicide Division located in the PAB and had left for the midnight shift at Hollywood Station under a cloud of suspicion and scandal. A complaint to Internal Affairs about her supervisor sexually harassing her led to an investigation that turned the Homicide Special unit upside down until the complaint was deemed unfounded and Ballard was sent off to Hollywood. There were those still in the PAB who did not believe her story, and