is.”
“I want you to talk to my daughter.”
“Your daughter? Last you talked to me about her she lived with her mother in Vegas.”
“They moved. She’s been living in Hong Kong for the past six years. Now she’s with me. Her mother’s dead.”
There was a pause before Hinojos responded. Bosch got a -call-waiting beep in his ear but ignored the second call and waited her out.
“Harry, you know that we see police officers only here, not their families. I can give you a referral for a child practitioner.”
“I don’t want a child shrink. I’ve got the yellow pages here if I wanted that. That’s where the favor comes in. I want her to talk to you. You know me, I know you. Like that.”
“But Harry, it doesn’t work like that here.”
“She got abducted over there in Hong Kong. And her mother got killed trying to get her back. The kid’s got baggage, Doc.”
“Oh, my God! How long ago did this happen?”
“Last weekend.”
“Oh, Harry!”
“Yeah, not good. She needs to talk to somebody besides me. I want it to be you, Doctor.”
Another pause and again Bosch let it play out. There wasn’t much sense in pushing it with Hinojos. Bosch knew that from firsthand experience.
“I guess I could meet her off campus. Has she asked to talk to anyone?”
“She didn’t ask but I told her I wanted her to. She didn’t object. I think she’ll like you. When could you meet with her”
Bosch was pushing it, he knew. But it was for a good cause.
“Well, I have some time today,” Hinojos said. “I could meet her after lunch. What is her name?”
“Madeline. What time?”
“Could she meet me at one?”
“No problem. Should I bring her there, or will that be a problem?”
“I think it will be fine. I won’t record it as an official session.”
Bosch’s phone beeped again. This time he pulled it away from his ear to check the caller ID. It was Lieutenant Gandle.
“Okay, Doc,” Bosch replied. “Thank you for this.”
“It will be good to see you, too. Maybe you and I should have a conversation. I know your ex-wife still meant a lot to you.”
“Let’s take care of my daughter first. Then we can worry about me. I’ll drop her with you and then get out of the way, maybe walk over to Philippe’s or something.”
“See you then, Harry.”
He hung up and checked to see if Gandle had left a message. There was none. He headed back inside and saw that his daughter had already assembled the main structure of the desk.
“Wow, girl, you know what you’re doing.”
“It’s pretty easy.”
“Didn’t seem that way to me.”
He had just gotten back down on the floor when the landline started to ring from the kitchen. He got up and hustled to get it. It was an old wall-mounted phone with no caller ID screen.
“Bosch, what are you doing?”
It was Lieutenant Gandle.
“I told you I was taking a few days.”
“I need you to come in, and bring your daughter.”
Bosch was looking down into the empty sink.
“My daughter? Why, Lieutenant?”
“Because there are two guys from the Hong Kong Police Department sitting in Captain Dodds’s office and they want to talk to you. You didn’t tell me that your ex-wife is dead, Harry. You didn’t tell me about all the dead bodies they say you left in your wake over there.”
Bosch paused as he considered his options.
“Tell them I’ll see them at one-thirty,” he finally said.
Gandle’s response was sharp.
“One-thirty? What do you need three hours for? Get down here now.”
“I can’t, Lieutenant. I’ll see them at one-thirty.”
Bosch hung the phone up and then pulled his cell from his pocket. He had known that the Hong Kong cops would eventually come, and he had already made a plan for what to do.
The first call he made was to Sun Yee. He knew it was late in Hong Kong but he couldn’t wait. The phone rang eight times and then went to message.
“It’s Bosch. Call me when you get this.”
Bosch hung up and stared at his phone for a long moment. He was concerned. It was one-thirty in the morning in Hong Kong, not a time when he would have expected Sun Yee to be away from his phone. Unless it wasn’t by his choice.
He next scrolled through the contact list on his phone and found a number he had not used in at least a year.
He called the number now and this time got an immediate answer.
“Mickey Haller.”
“It’s Bosch.”
“Harry? I didn’t think I’d-”
“I think I need a lawyer.”
There