clock was positioned just to the left of the television. Lawton Cross spent his time looking at the TV but the angle was so close it almost looked like he was staring up at the camera, looking right at us.
“This is pathetic,” Andre finally said. “And there’s nothing here. She treats him fine. Better than I would.”
“You want to see it through, Harry?” Burnett asked.
I nodded.
“I think you’re right. She’s clean. But there’s something coming up. He had visitors last night. I want to see that. You can fast-forward if you want. It was near midnight.”
Andre worked the toggle and sure enough at 12:10 A.M. on the surveillance clock two men entered the room. I recognized Parenting Today and his partner. The first thing Parenting Today did was walk behind Lawton to turn off the baby monitor on the bureau. He then signaled his partner to close the door. Lawton’s eyes were open and alert. He’d been awake before they had come into the room and the camera had activated. His eyes moved about in their sunken sockets as he tried to track the agent moving behind him.
“Mr. Cross, we need to have a little talk,” Parenting Today said.
He moved forward past Cross’s chair and reached up and turned off the television.
“Thank God for that,” Andre said.
“Who are you people?” Cross rasped from the screen.
Parenting Today turned and looked at him.
“We’re the FBI, Mr. Cross. Who the fuck are you?”
“What do you mean? I don’t -”
“I mean who the fuck do you think you are, compromising our investigation?”
“I don’t-what is this?”
“What did you tell Bosch that put the fire under his ass?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. He came to me, I didn’t go to him.”
“Doesn’t look like you can go anywhere now, does it?”
There was a short silence and I could see Lawton’s eyes working. The man couldn’t move a single limb but his eyes showed all the body language necessary.
“You’re not FBI,” he said gallantly. “Let me see badges and IDs.”
Parenting Today moved two steps toward Cross, his back blocking our view of the man in the chair.
“Badges?” he said in his best Mexican accent. “We don’t need no steenking badges.”
“Get out of here,” Cross said, his voice the clearest and strongest I had heard since I first visited him. “When I tell Harry Bosch about this, you better watch your ass.”
Parenting Today turned in profile to smile at his partner.
“Harry Bosch? Don’t worry about Harry Bosch. We’re taking care of him. Worry about yourself, Mr. Cross.”
He leaned down now, putting his face close to Cross’s. We now could see Lawton’s eyes as they looked into the agent’s.
“Because you are in harm’s way. You are trespassing on a federal case. That is federal with a capital F. You understand?”
“Fuck you. And that is fuck you with a capital F. You understand?”
I had to smile. Lawton was doing his best to stand up to him. The bullet had taken away his body but not his spine and not his balls.
On the screen Parenting Today moved away from the chair and to the left. The camera caught his face and I could see the anger in his eyes. He leaned against the bureau, just out of the reach of Cross’s view.
“Your hero, Harry Bosch, is gone and he might not be coming back,” he said. “The question is, do you want to go where he’s gone? A guy like you, in your condition, I don’t know. You know what they do to guys like you in lockup? They wheel them into the corner and make them give blow jobs all day. Nothing they can do about it but sit there and take it. You into that, Cross? That what you want?”
Cross closed his eyes for a moment but then came back strong.
“You think you can pull that off, then take your best shot, Big Man.”
“Yeah?”
Parenting Today came off the bureau and up behind Cross. He leaned over his right shoulder as if to whisper in his ear. But he didn’t.
“What if I take my shot here? Huh? How would that be?”
The agent brought his hands up on both sides of Cross’s face. He took hold of the plastic breathing tubes that were attached to Cross’s nostrils. With his fingers he crimped the tubes closed, cutting off the air supply.
“Hey, Milton…,” the other agent said.
“Shut up, Carney. This guy thinks he’s smart. Thinks he doesn’t have to cooperate with the federal government.”