on the key chain there is a key to a Porsche and a Volvo. My guess is Elias drove the Porsche and it’s probably in the parking garage at the apartment building. I want you to take a look at that, too.”
“The warrants don’t specify a car,” Dellacroce protested. “Nobody told me about a car when I was sent to work up the warrants.”
“Okay, then just find the car, check it out through the windows and we’ll get a search warrant if you see something and think it is necessary.”
Bosch was looking at Edgar as he said this last part. Edgar almost imperceptibly nodded, meaning that he understood that Bosch was telling him to find the car and to simply open it and search it. If anything of value to the investigation was found, then he would simply back out, get a warrant and they would act as if they had never been in the car in the first place. It was standard practice.
Bosch looked at his watch and wrapped it up.
“Okay, it’s five-thirty now. We should be done with the searches by eight-thirty max. Take anything that even looks of interest and we’ll sift through it all later. Chief Irving has set up the command post for this investigation in the conference room next to his office at Parker. But before we go back there, I want to meet everybody right back here at eight-thirty.”
He pointed up to the tall apartment building overlooking Angels Flight.
“We’ll canvass this building then. I don’t want to wait until later, have people get out for the day before we can get to them.”
“What about the meeting with Deputy Chief Irving?” Fuentes asked.
“That’s set for ten. We should make it. If we don’t, don’t worry about it. I’ll take the meeting and you people will proceed. The case comes first. He’ll go along with that.”
“Hey, Harry?” Edgar said. “If we get done before eight-thirty, all right if we get breakfast?”
“Yes, it’s all right, but I don’t want to miss anything. Do not hurry the search just so you can get pancakes.”
Rider smiled.
“Tell you what,” Bosch said. “I’ll make sure we have doughnuts here at eight-thirty. If you can, just wait until then. Okay, so let’s do it.”
Bosch took out the key ring they had taken from the body of Howard Elias. He removed the keys to the apartment and the Porsche key and gave them to Edgar. He noted that there were still several keys on the ring that were unaccounted for. At least two or three would be to the office and another two or three for his home in Baldwin Hills. That still left four keys and Bosch thought about the voice he had heard on the answering machine. Maybe Elias had keys to a lover’s home.
He put the keys back in his pocket and told Rider and Dellacroce to drive cars down the hill and over to the Bradbury. He said he and Chastain would take the train down and walk over, making a check of the sidewalks Elias would have covered between his office building and the lower Angels Flight terminus. As the detectives broke up and headed toward their assignments, Bosch went to the station window and looked in on Eldrige Peete. He was sitting on the chair by the cash register, earplugs in place and his eyes closed. Bosch rapped gently on the window but the train operator was startled anyway.
“Mr. Peete, I want you to send us down once more and then you can close up, lock up and go home to your wife.”
“Okay, whatever you say.”
Bosch nodded and turned to head to the train, then he stopped and looked back at Peete.
“There’s a lot of blood. Do you have someone who is going to clean up the inside of the train before it opens tomorrow?”
“Don’t worry, I’ll get that. I’ve got a mop and bucket back here in the closet. I called my supervisor. Before you got here. He said I gotta clean Olivet up so she’s ready to go in the morning. We start at eight Satadays.”
Bosch nodded.
“Okay, Mr. Peete. Sorry you have to do that.”
“I like to keep the cars clean.”
“Also, down at the bottom, they left fingerprint dust all over the turnstile. It’s nasty stuff if you get that on your clothes.”
“I’ll get that, too.”
Bosch nodded.
“Well, thanks for your help tonight. We appreciate it.”
“Tonight? Hell, it’s morning a’ready.”
Peete smiled.
“I guess you’re right. Good morning, Mr. Peete.”
“Yeah, not if you ask them two that