Bosch assumed was Kenny, was sitting on another chair and his face was angled up for viewing the television. He was laughing at something he was watching.
Mackey was not laughing or watching. His face was cast down. He was looking at something in memory.
The wait until midnight was the longest ninety minutes of surveillance Bosch had ever spent. As they waited for the station to close and Mackey to head to his rendezvous with Burkhart, nothing happened. The phones were silent, Mackey did not move from his spot at the desk and Bosch came up with no plan to either avert the rendezvous or infiltrate it in some way. It was as though they were all frozen until the clock struck twelve.
Finally, the exterior lights of the station went off and the two men closed the business for the night. When Mackey walked out, he was carrying the newspaper he could not read. Bosch knew he was going to show it to Burkhart and most likely discuss the murder.
“And we won’t be there,” Bosch mumbled as he tracked Mackey through the binoculars.
Mackey got into his Camaro and revved the engine loudly after firing it up. He then pulled out onto Tampa and headed south toward his home, the intended meeting place. Rider waited an appropriate amount of time and then pulled out of the plaza lot, cut across the northbound lanes of Tampa and headed south as well. Bosch called Nord in the sound room and told her Mackey had left the station and they should switch their monitoring to the house line.
The lights of Mackey’s car were three blocks ahead. Traffic was sparse and Rider kept a safe distance back. As they passed the lot where Bosch had left his car he checked on the Mercedes just to make sure it was still there.
“Uh oh,” Rider said.
Bosch turned back to the street ahead in time to see Mackey’s car complete a fast U-turn. He was now heading back toward Bosch and Rider.
“Harry, what do I do?” Rider asked.
“Nothing. Don’t do anything obvious.”
“He’s coming right back at us. He must have seen the tail!”
“Sit tight. Maybe he saw my car parked back there.”
The deep-throated engine of the Camaro could be heard long before the car got to them. It sounded menacing and evil, like a monster roaring and coming for them.
31
THE OLD CAMARO went screaming by Bosch and Rider without hesitation. It blew the light at Saticoy and kept going. Bosch watched its lights disappearing to the north.
“What was that?” Rider said. “You think he knows there’s a tail?”
“I don’t -”
Bosch’s cell phone sounded and he quickly answered it. It was Robinson.
“He just got called back by the Triple A answering service. He seemed pretty upset but they have to take it, I guess.”
“What do you mean, he’s got a tow?”
“Yeah. It was Triple A dispatch. I guess if he didn’t take it they would go to another company and that could mean trouble. Like losing the Triple A business.”
“Where’s the tow?”
“It’s a breakdown on the Reagan. On the westbound side near the Tampa Avenue overpass. So it’s close. He said he was on the way.”
“Okay. We got him.”
Bosch closed the phone and told Rider to turn around, that their cover was still intact, that Mackey was simply hurrying back to get the tow truck.
By the time they were back to the intersection of Tampa and Roscoe, the tow truck was pulling out of the darkened station. Mackey wasn’t wasting any time.
Since they knew Mackey’s destination Rider could afford to hang back and not risk being noticed in the tow truck’s rearview mirror. They headed north on Tampa toward the freeway. The Reagan was the 118 Freeway, which ran east-west across the northern stretch of the Valley. It was one of the few freeways that was not crowded with traffic twenty-four hours a day. Named after the late governor and president, it led to Simi Valley, where Reagan’s presidential library was located. Still, it had been jarring to Bosch to hear Robinson call it the Reagan. To Bosch it was always simply the 118.
The westbound entrance to the 118 ramped down from Tampa Avenue to the ten lanes of freeway. Rider slowed and hung back and they watched the tow truck turn left and head down the ramp out of sight. She then pulled up and made the same turn. As they came on the ramp and started down they immediately realized their problem. The disabled car was not on