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in because I forgot my coffee warmer.”
    Bosch knew Cassel lived at least an hour’s commute out in Palmdale. Coffee mugs with warmers you plugged into the cigarette lighter were a must for downtown workers with long drive times.
    “It’s Bosch. You put my guy in a drawer already?”
    “Nope, all the drawers are taken. He’s in icebox three. But I’m done with him and going home, Bosch.”
    “I understand. I just have one quick question. Did you check his mouth?”
    “What do you mean, check his mouth? Of course I checked his mouth. That’s my job.”
    “And there was nothing there? Nothing in the mouth or throat?”
    “No, there was something there all right.”
    Bosch felt the adrenaline start to kick in.
    “Why didn’t you tell me? What was it?”
    “His tongue.”
    The adrenaline dried up and Bosch felt deflated as Cassel chuckled. Harry thought he had been on to something.
    “Very funny. What about blood?”
    “Yes, there was a small amount of blood on the tongue and in the throat. It’s noted in my report, which you will get tomorrow.”
    “But three shots. His lungs must’ve looked like Swiss cheese. Wouldn’t there be a lot of blood”
    “Not if he was already dead. Not if the first shot blew up the heart and it stopped beating. Look, I gotta go, Bosch. You’re on the sked tomorrow at two with Laksmi. Ask her these questions.”
    “I will. But I’m talking to you now. I think we missed something.”
    “What are you talking about?”
    Bosch stared at the photos in front of him, his eyes moving from the hand to the face.
    “I think he put something in his mouth.”
    “Who did?”
    “The victim. Mr. Li.”
    There was a pause while Cassel considered this and probably also considered whether he had missed anything.
    “Well, if he did, I did not see it in the mouth or throat. If it was something he swallowed, then that is not my jurisdiction. It’s -Laksmi’s and she’ll find it-whatever it is-tomorrow.”
    “Would you make a note so she’ll see it?”
    “Bosch, I’m trying to get out of here. You can tell her when you come for the cut.”
    “I know, but just in case, make a note.”
    “Fine, whatever, I’ll make a note. You know nobody’s gettin’ overtime around here anymore, Bosch.”
    “Yeah, I know. Same over here. Thanks, Max.”
    Bosch closed the phone and decided to put the photos aside for the time being. The autopsy would determine if his conclusion was correct, and there was nothing he could do about it until then.
    There were two plastic evidence envelopes that contained the two discs that had been found next to the recorder. Each was in a flat plastic case. Each case was marked with a date scribbled with a Sharpie. One was marked 9/01, exactly a week earlier, and the other was dated 8/27. Bosch took the discs over to the AV equipment at the far end of the meeting room and put the 8/27 disc into the DVD player first.
    The images were contained on a split screen. One camera angle showed the front of the store, including the cash register counter, and the other was on the rear of the store. A time and date stamp ran across the top. The activities in the store ran in real time. Bosch realized that, since the store was open from 11 A.M. to 10 P.M., he had twenty-two hours of video to watch unless he used the fast-forward button.
    He checked his watch again. He knew he could work through the night and try to solve the mystery of why John Li had put these two discs aside or he could go home now and get some rest. You never knew where a case would take you and rest was always important. Added to that, there was nothing about these discs that suggested they had anything to do with the murder. The disc that had been in the machine had been taken. That was the important one and it was gone.
    What the hell, Bosch thought. He decided to watch the first disc and see if he could solve the mystery. He pulled a chair over from the table, set himself up in front of the television and