"I don't know." "That answer is not acceptable in here. The one in Italy." "Well, then what do you think she meant by it? She's the one who said it and she's the one who left." "Don't fight me, Detective Bosch. There is nothing I want more than for you to get back to your job. Maybe that's who I am." "I doubt the reason is as simplistic as that." "Sometimes I don't." She looked at her watch and leaned forward, dissatisfaction with the session showing on her face.
But you make it difficult by being difficult." "Maybe that's what she found out. He came in voluntarily to answer questions." "Did this case affect you more than, say, other cases have in the past? The recommendations I make are usually less than half a page and contain no details from the dialogues." "You wield a lot of power with that half page." (Continues...) Excerpted from The Last Coyote by Michael Connelly. Excerpted by permission of Grand Central Publishing. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher. solely for the personal use of visitors to this web site.
The city inspectors say it's totaled and I can't even go inside.
She was just doing her job here and his anger was not really directed at her. By the way, you can smoke if you'd like." "Is that in the file, too? When you are in here, try to believe that you're just coming to see a friend. You can say anything here." But he knew she could not be seen as a friend.
He knew she was probably smart enough to know that, too. "I should not have started with that kind of open question.
Today, I asked my neighbor to kindly move his truck because it blocks my driveway and the side entrance to my yard.
He responded by throwing a decapitated bird onto my front lawn and filing an injunction against me for stalking.
You know, three months ago we were holding each other in bed while the house was shaking apart on the pad. The kids were moved to other schools and the district didn't need as many teachers. She left town." "Was she scared of another earthquake or was she scared of you?
" "I think so." Saying it out loud seemed to be the first time Bosch acknowledged that Sylvia Moore was gone from his life for good. "I guess you could say it was mutual agreement, but I didn't know about it until she was packed. She's a teacher up in the Valley and her school got wrecked. In 1961, when Harry was twelve, his mother, a prostitute, was brutally murdered, and no one has ever been accused of the crime. So, fine, suspend me, transfer me, take it to a Board of Rights, whatever. You've been placed on involuntary stress leave, which means—" "I know what it means and that's what's bullshit. So why don't we just cut through it and get to the point. "Can't you see that all of this is for your own welfare? Not to harass me and my profession or the leadership of the department. This is about you in here, no one else." Harry Bosch just looked at her silently. With the spare time a suspension brings, Harry opens up the thirty-year-old file on the case and is irresistibly drawn into a past he has always avoided. Somebody arbitrarily decides I'm under stress and that gives the department the power to keep me off the job indefinitely, or at least until I jump through enough hoops for you." "Nothing about this was arbitrary. I have to assume the top managers of this department clearly see you as a valued asset or you wouldn't be here. What I am trying to do, what I have to do before I can sign off on your return to duty in any capacity, is get you to take a look at yourself. He wanted a cigarette but would never ask her if he could smoke. Harry attacked his commanding officer and is suspended indefinitely, pending a psychiatric evaluation. " "Well, the technical answer is right there in your own statement. At first he resists the LAPD shrink, but finally recognizes that something is troubling him and has for a long time. I'm not sure exactly what happened but I'm not denying anything. I mean, why do I have to come here three times a week to talk to you like I'm some kind of—you don't even know me, you don't know anything about me. Rather than discipline you the department wants to treat you. His total disavowal of her science and skill cut to her pride. Dealing with cops all the time, she had to be used to it. I want these sessions to be an open dialogue where I ask a few questions and you speak your mind, but with a purpose. I might be able to do some good, you know." "If the department lets you." "If you do. Do you notice that you speak of your job as if it's a mission of some sort? He noticed a couple of Caucasian women walking along.