on her door. She wasn’t much help.”
“Why is this”
“I guess because she didn’t know anything. She didn’t know where Peng was.”
Wu leaned forward, his body language easy to read. He thought he was zeroing in on Bosch.
“Did you go to Peng’s apartment?”
“We knocked on the door but nobody answered. After a while we left.”
Wu leaned back, disappointed.
“You acknowledge that you were with Sun Yee?” he asked.
“Sure. I was with him.”
“How do you know this man?”
“Through my ex-wife. They met me at the airport Sunday morning and informed me that they were looking for my daughter because the police department there did not believe she had been abducted.”
Bosch studied the two men for a moment before continuing.
“You see, your police department dropped the ball. I hope you will include that in your reports. Because if I’m dragged into this, I certainly will. I’ll call every newspaper in Hong Kong-doesn’t matter what language-and tell them my story.”
The plan was to use the threat of international embarrassment to the HKPD to make the detectives move cautiously.
“Are you aware,” Wu said, “that your ex-wife, Eleanor Wish, died of gunshot wound to the head on fifteenth floor of Chungking Mansions, Kowloon?”
“Yes, I am aware of that.”
“Were you present when this happened”
Bosch looked at Haller and the attorney nodded.
“I was there. I saw it happen.”
“Can you tell us how?”
“We were looking for our daughter. We didn’t find her. We were in the hallway about to leave and two men started to fire at us. Eleanor was hit and she…got killed. And the two men were hit, too. It was self-defense.”
Wu leaned forward.
“Who shot these men?”
“I think you know that.”
“You tell us, please.”
Bosch thought of the gun he had put into Eleanor’s dead hand. He was about to tell the lie when Haller leaned forward.
“I don’t think I’m going to allow Detective Bosch to get into who-shot-whom theories,” he said. “I am sure your fine police department has tremendous forensic capabilities and has already been able to determine through firearm and ballistic analysis the answer to that question.”
Wu moved on.
“Was Sun Yee on the fifteenth floor?”
“Not at that time.”
“Can you give us more detail?”
“About the shooting? No. But I can tell you something about the room where my daughter was held. We found tissue with blood on it. Her blood had been drawn.”
Bosch studied them to see if they reacted to this information. They showed nothing.
There was a file on the table in front of the men from Hong Kong. Wu opened it and took out a document with a paper clip on it. He slid it across the table to Bosch.
“This is statement from Sun Yee. It has been translated into English. Please read and acknowledge for accuracy.”
Haller leaned in next to Bosch and they read the two-page document together. Bosch immediately recognized it as a prop. It was their investigative theory disguised as a statement from Sun. About half of it was correct. The rest was assumption based on interviews and evidence. It attributed the murders of the Peng family to Bosch and Sun Yee.
Harry knew they were either trying to bluff him into telling what really happened or had arrested Sun and forced him to sign his name to the story they preferred, namely that Bosch had been responsible for a bloody rampage across Hong Kong. It would be the best way to explain nine violent deaths on one Sunday. The American did it.
But Bosch remembered what Sun had said to him at the airport. I will handle these things and make no mention of you. This is my promise. No matter what happens, I will leave you and your daughter out of it.
“Gentlemen,” Haller said, completing his read of the document first. “This document is-”
“Total bullshit,” Bosch finished.
He slid the document back across the table. It hit Wu in the chest.
“No, no,” Wu said quickly. “This is very real. This is signed by Sun Yee.”
“Maybe if you held a gun to his head. Is that how you do it over there in Hong Kong?”
“Detective Bosch!” Wu exclaimed. “You will come to Hong Kong and answer these charges.”
“I’m not going anywhere near Hong Kong ever again.”
“You have killed many people. You have used firearms. You placed your daughter above all Chinese citizens and-”
“They were blood-typing her!” Bosch said angrily. “They took her blood. You know when they do that? When they’re trying to match organs.”
He paused and watched the growing discomfort on Wu’s face. Bosch didn’t care about Lo. Wu was the power and