a view that took in almost all of Hollywood and had the mountain breeze to go with it. He looked up and saw a red-tailed hawk floating above the tower, as if watching them.
“Here we go,” Edgar said.
Bosch turned to see his partner pointing to a short set of stairs that led to one of the apartment doors. There was a sign that said manager below a doorbell. The door was opened before they got to it by a thin man with a white beard. He introduced himself as Milano Kay, the manager of the apartment complex. After they badged him Bosch and Edgar asked if they could see the vacant apartment to which the garage with the Honda in it was assigned. Kay led the way.
They walked back past the tower to another runway that led to an apartment door. Kay started working a key into the door lock.
“I know this place,” Edgar said. “This complex and the elevator, it's been in the movies, right?”
“That's right,” Kay said. “Over the years.”
It stood to reason, Bosch thought. A place as unique as this could not escape the eye of the local industry.
Kay opened the door and signaled Bosch and Edgar in first. The apartment was small and empty. There was a living room, kitchen with a small eat-in space and a bedroom with an attached bathroom. No more than four hundred square feet and Bosch knew that with furniture it would look even smaller. But the view was what the place was about. A curving wall of windows looked out on the same view of Hollywood seen from the walkway to the tower. A glass door led to a porch that followed the curve of glass. Bosch stepped out and saw the view was expanded out here. He could see the towers of downtown through the smog. He knew the view would be best at night.
“How long has this apartment been vacant?” he asked.
“Five weeks,” Kay answered.
“I didn't see a for rent sign down there.”
Bosch looked down at the cul-de-sac and saw the two patrol officers waiting for Forensics and the flatbed from the police garage. They were on opposite sides of their cruiser, leaning on the hood with their backs to each other. It didn't look like a thriving partnership.
“I never need to put up signs,” Kay said. “The word that we have a vacancy usually gets out. A lot of people want to live in this place. It's a Hollywood original. Besides, I've been in the process of getting it ready, repainting and small repairs. I haven't been in any hurry.”
“What's the rent?” Edgar asked.
“A thousand a month.”
Edgar whistled. It seemed high to Bosch, too. But the view told him there would be somebody who would pay it.
“Who would have known that that garage down there was empty?” he asked, getting back on track.
“Quite a few people. The residents here, of course, and in the last five weeks I've shown the place to several interested parties. I usually point out the garage to them. When I go on vacation there's a tenant here who sort of watches things for me. He showed the apartment, too.”
“The garage is left unlocked?”
“It's left unlocked. There's nothing in it to steal. When the new tenant comes in they can choose to put a padlock on it if they want to. I leave it up to them but I always recommend it.”
“Did you keep any kind of records on who you showed the apartment to?”
“Not really. I might have a few call-back numbers but there is no use in keeping anybody's name unless they rent it. And as you can see, I haven't.”
Bosch nodded. It was going to be a tough angle to follow. Many people knew the garage was empty, unlocked and available.
“What about the former tenant?” he asked. “What happened to him?”
“It was a woman, actually,” Kay said. “She lived here five years, trying to make it as an actress. She finally gave up and went back home.”
“It's a tough town. Where was home?”
“I sent her deposit back to Austin, Texas.”
Bosch nodded.
“She live here alone?”
“She had a boyfriend who visited and stayed a lot but I think that ended before she moved out.”
“We'll need that address in Texas from you.”
Kay nodded.
“The officers, they said the car belonged to a missing girl,” he said.
“A young woman,” Bosch said.
He reached into an inside pocket of his jacket and pulled out a photograph of Marie Gesto. He showed it to Kay and asked if