while he could not do it himself he guessed that Kiz Rider probably could.
“I think we could do that. My partner’s the computer person and she’s not here at the moment, though.”
“I’ll give you my e-mail address and she can send me the picture when she comes back.”
Bosch wrote the address she recited in his small notebook. He told her she’d get the e-mail the following morning.
“Is there anything else, Detective?”
Bosch knew he could end the call and have Rider take a shot at bonding with Grace Tanaka after the photo was sent to her. But he decided not to miss the opportunity to start stirring emotions and memories. Maybe something would break loose.
“I have just a few more questions. Uh, that summer, how would you characterize your relationship with Becky?”
“What do you mean? We were friends. I’d known her since first grade.”
“Right, well, were you the closest to her, do you think?”
“No, I think that would have been Tara.”
Another confirmation that Tara Wood had been tightest with Becky at the end.
“So she didn’t confide in you when she found out she was pregnant.”
“No, I already told you, I didn’t know about it until after she was dead.”
“What about you? Did you confide in her?”
“Of course I did.”
“Everything?”
“Detective, what are you getting at?”
“Did she know you were gay?”
“What did that have to do with anything?”
“I’m just trying to get a picture of the group. The Kitty Kat Club, I think the four of you called -”
“No,” she said abruptly. “She didn’t know. None of them knew. I don’t think I even knew back then. Okay, Detective? Is that enough?”
“I’m sorry, Ms. Tanaka. I’m just trying to get as full a picture as I can. I appreciate your candor. One last question. If Becky was at a clinic after going through the procedure and she needed a ride home because she didn’t think she could drive, who would she have called?”
There was a long silence before Grace Tanaka answered.
“I don’t know, Detective. I would have hoped that it would have been me. That I was that kind of friend. But obviously it was somebody else.”
“Tara Wood?”
“You’ll have to ask her. Good night, Detective Bosch.”
She hung up and Bosch pulled open the yearbook so he could look at her photo. She was a petite Asian and the photo-so many years old-didn’t match the gruff demeanor of the voice he had just heard on the phone.
Bosch wrote a note for Rider that contained the e-mail address and instructions to scan and send the photo of Mackey. He also wrote a short warning about his encountering resistance from Tanaka when he brought up her sexuality. He slid the note over to her desk so she would see it first thing in the morning.
That left one last call, this one to Daniel Kotchof, who lived, according to AutoTrack, in Maui, where it was two hours earlier.
He called the number he had gotten from the AutoTrack search and a woman answered the line. She said she was Daniel Kotchof’s wife and told Bosch that her husband was at work at the Four Seasons Hotel, where he was employed as the hospitality manager. Bosch called the work number she gave him and was put through to Daniel Kotchof. He said he could only talk for a few minutes and put Bosch on hold for five of them while he went to a more private spot in the hotel to talk. When he finally came back on the line the call started out unproductively. Like Grace Tanaka, he did not recognize the name Roland Mackey. He also seemed to treat the call as a nuisance or an intrusion. He explained that he was married and had three children and that he rarely thought about Becky Verloren anymore. He reminded Bosch that he and his family had moved from the mainland a year before her death.
“But I was led to believe that after you moved to Hawaii, you two continued to call each other quite often,” Bosch said.
“I don’t know who told you that,” Kotchof said. “I mean, we talked. Especially at first. I would have to call her ’cause she said her parents told her it was too much money for her to call me. I thought that was kind of bogus. They just wanted me out of the picture is all. So I had to call, but it was like, what’s the use? I was in Hawaii and she was in L.A. It was over, man. And