you before I go home.”
“You should’ve gone home about three hours ago.”
“Yeah, well, I told you I would look at this thing.”
“Thank you, Barbara. It means a lot. What did you find?”
“A couple things. First of all, I have a printout here that is a little sharper if you want it.”
Bosch was disappointed. It sounded like there wasn’t much more than what he already had and she just wanted to let him know there was a clearer picture of the view out the window of the room where his daughter was held. Sometimes, he had noticed, when somebody did a favor for you, they really wanted you to know it. But he decided he would just make do with what he had. A jog in off the freeway to pick up the picture would take too much time. He had a plane to catch.
“Anything else?” he asked. “I have to get to the airport.”
“Yes, I have a couple other visual and audio identifiers that might help you,” Starkey said.
Bosch paid full attention now.
“What are they?”
“Well, one I think might be a train or a subway. Another is a snippet of conversation that is not Chinese. And the last one I think is a silent helicopter.”
“What do you mean silent?”
“I mean literally silent. I have a flash reflection in the window of a helicopter going by, but I don’t have any real audio track to go with it.”
Bosch didn’t respond at first. He knew what she was talking about. The Whisper Jet helicopters that the rich and powerful used to move over and around Hong Kong. He had seen them. Commuting by helicopter wasn’t uncommon but he also knew only a few buildings in each district were allowed to operate landing pads on their roofs. One reason his ex-wife chose the building where she lived in Happy Valley was that it had a helicopter pad on the roof. She could get to the casino in Macau in twenty minutes door-to-door instead of the two hours it would take to leave the building, get to the ferry docks, take a boat across the harbor and then cab or walk from the dock to the casino.
“Barbara, I’ll be there in five minutes,” he said.
He exited on Los Angeles Street and headed over to Parker Center. Because of the late hour, Bosch had his pick of spaces in the garage behind the old police headquarters. He parked and then quickly crossed the street and entered through the back door. The elevator up seemed to take forever, and when he walked into the mostly abandoned SID lab, it had actually been seven minutes since he had closed the phone.
“You’re late,” Starkey said.
“Sorry, thanks for waiting.”
“I’m just giving you a hard time. I know you’re on the run, so let’s just look at this thing.”
She pointed to one of her screens where there was a frozen image of the window from the phone video. It was what Bosch had printed out. Starkey put her hands on the dials.
“Okay,” she said. “Keep your eyes up here at the top of the glass reflection. We didn’t see-or hear-this before.”
She turned one dial slowly, reversing the tape. In the murky glass reflection Bosch saw what he had not seen before. Just as the aim of the camera started its swing back toward his daughter, a helicopter moved across the top of the reflection like a ghost. It was a small black craft with some sort of unreadable insignia on its side.
“Now here it is in real time.”
She backed the video up until the camera was focused on Bosch’s daughter and she was kicking at it. Starkey hit a button and it went by in real time. The camera swung toward the window for a split second and then back. Bosch’s eyes registered the window but never the reflection of the city, let alone a passing helicopter.
It was a good find and Bosch was excited.
“The thing is, Harry, to be in that window that chopper has to be flying pretty low.”
“So it either just took off or it was landing.”
“I think it was ascending. It appears to rise slightly as it crosses the reflection. Nothing you can really see with the eye but I measured it. Considering the reflection shows right to left what is occurring left to right, it would have taken off from a location on the opposite side of the street from the building this video was taken in.”
Bosch nodded.
“Now when I look for an audio track…”
She