more cooperative, more malleable. He had refused to give the court-ordered dental mold and samples of blood, saliva and hair.
After the drug began to take effect, the doctor pulled open the reporter's mouth, put two clamps in to hold it open and pushed a little square block of clay over the front upper teeth. He then followed the same procedure with the lower front teeth. When he was done, he relaxed the clamps and Bremmer appeared to be asleep.
“If we asked him something now, he'd tell the truth, right?” Edgar asked. “That's truth serum they're givin' him, right?”
“Supposedly,” Bosch said. “But it'd prob'ly get the case thrown out of court.”
The little gray blocks with teeth indentations were slid into plastic cases. The doctor closed them and handed them to Edgar. He then drew blood, wiped a cotton swab in Bremmer's mouth and cut snippets of hair from the suspect's head, chest and pubic area. He put these in envelopes which went into a small cardboard box like the kind chicken nuggets come in at fast-food restaurants.
Bosch took the box and they left then, Bosch going to the coroner's office to see Amado, the analyst, and Edgar going to Cal State Northridge to see the forensic archaeologist who had helped with the concrete blonde reconstruction.
By quarter to five, everyone was back in the conference room but Edgar. They were all milling about, waiting to watch Irving's press conference. There had been no other progress since noon.
“Where do you think he stashed everything, Harry?” Nixon asked as he was pouring coffee.”
“I don't know. Probably has a storage locker somewhere. If he has tapes, I doubt he'd part with them. He probably has a drop somewhere. We'll find them.”
“What about the other women?”
“They're out there somewhere, under the city. Only way they'll come up is by luck.”
“Or if Bremmer talks,” Irving said. He had just come in.
There was a good feeling in the room. Despite the day's slow progress, everyone to a man had no doubt they finally had the right man. And that certainty validated what they were about. So they wanted to drink coffee and hang out. Even Irving.
At five minutes before five, when Irving was going over some of the reports typed during the day for the last time before facing the media, Edgar came up on the rover. Rollenberger quickly picked up a radio and answered back.
“What do you have, Team Five?”
“Is Harry there?”
“Yes, Team Five, Team Six is present. What have you got?”
“I've got the package. Definite match between the suspect's teeth and the impressions on the victim.”
“Roger that, Team Five.”
There was a whoop in the conference room and a lot of backslapping and high fives. “He is going down,” Nixon exclaimed.
Irving picked up his papers and headed for the hallway door. He wanted to be on time. At the doorway he passed close to Bosch.
“We're gold, Bosch. Thanks.”
Bosch just nodded.
A few hours later Bosch was back at the county jail. It was after lock-down so the deputies wouldn't bring Bremmer out to see him. Instead, he had to go into the high-power module, the deputies watching him on remote cameras. He walked along the row of cells to 6–36 and looked through the wired one-foot-square window in the single piece steel door.
Bremmer was on “keep away” status, so he was in there alone. He didn't notice Bosch watching. He lay on the bottom bunk on his back, his hands laced behind his head. His eyes were open and staring straight up. Bosch recognized the withdrawal state he had seen for a moment the night before. It was as if he wasn't there. Bosch leaned his mouth to the screen.
“Bremmer, you play bridge?”
Bremmer looked over at him, only moving his eyes.
“What?”
“I said, do you play bridge? You know, the card game?”
“What the fuck do you want, Bosch?”
“I just dropped by to tell you a little while ago they added three more to the one this morning. Linkage. You just got the concrete blonde and the two from before, the ones we first gave to the Dollmaker. You also got an attempted murder on the survivor.”
“Oh, well, what's the difference? You got one, you got 'em all. All I need to do is beat the Chandler case and the others fall like dominoes.”
“Except that isn't going to happen. We got your teeth, Bremmer, just as good as fingerprints. And we got the rest. I just came from the coroner's. They matched your pubic hair to samples found on victims