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“The cameras are live only, no tape. They are so the operator can check to make sure everyone is aboard and seated before starting the train.”
    “Did he — ”
    “He didn’t look,” Garwood said, knowing Bosch’s questions. “He just checked through the window, thought the car was empty and brought it up so he could lock it up.”
    “Where is he?”
    “At Parker. Our offices. I guess you’ll have to come over and talk to him for yourself. I’ll keep somebody with him until you make it by.”
    “Any other witnesses?”
    “Not a one. Eleven o’clock at night down here, the place is pretty dead. The Grand Central Market closes up at seven. There’s nothing else down there except some office buildings. A couple of my guys were getting ready to go into those apartments next door here to knock on doors. But then they got the ID and sort of backed away.”
    Bosch paced around in a small area of the room and thought. Very little had been done so far and the discovery of the murders was already four hours old. This bothered him even though he understood the reason behind the delay.
    “Why was Elias on Angels Flight?” he asked Garwood. “They figure that out before backing away?”
    “Well, he must’ve wanted to go up the hill, don’t you think?”
    “Come on, Captain, if you know, why not save us the time?”
    “We don’t know, Harry. We ran a DMV check, he lives out in Baldwin Hills. That’s a long way from Bunker Hill. I don’t know why he was coming up here.”
    “What about where he was coming from?”
    “That’s a little easier. Elias’s office is just over on Third. In the Bradbury Building. He was probably coming from there. But where he was going . . .”
    “Okay, then what about the woman?”
    “She’s a blank. My guys hadn’t even started with her when we were told to pull back.”
    Garwood dropped his cigarette to the floor and crushed it with his heel. Bosch took it as a signal that the briefing was about over. He decided to see if he could get a rise out of him.
    “You pissed off, Captain?”
    “About what?”
    “About being pulled off. About your people being on the suspect list.”
    A small smile played on Garwood’s thin lips.
    “No, I’m not angry. I see the chief’s point.”
    “Are your people going to cooperate with us on this?”
    After some hesitation Garwood nodded.
    “Of course. The quicker they cooperate, the quicker you will clear them.”
    “And you’ll tell them that?”
    “That’s exactly what I’ll tell them.”
    “We appreciate that, Captain. Tell me, which one of your people do you think could have done this?”
    The lips curled into a full smile now. Bosch studied Garwood’s cigarette-yellowed teeth and for a moment was glad he was trying to quit.
    “You’re a clever guy, Harry. I remember that.”
    He said nothing else.
    “Thanks, Captain. But do you have an answer to the question?”
    Garwood moved to the door and opened it. Before leaving he turned and looked back at them, his eyes traveling from Edgar to Rider to Bosch.
    “It wasn’t one of mine, Detectives. I guarantee it. You’ll be wasting your time if you look there too long.”
    “Thanks for the advice,” Bosch said.
    Garwood stepped out, closing the door behind him.
    “Jeez,” Rider said. “It’s like Captain Boris Karloff or something. Does that guy only come out at night?”
    Bosch smiled and nodded.
    “Mr. Personality,” he said. “So, what do you think so far?”
    “I think we’re at ground zero,” Rider said. “Those guys didn’t do jack before getting the hook.”
    “Yeah, well, Robbery-Homicide, what do you want?” Edgar said. “They aren’t known for tap dancing. They back the tortoise over the hare any day of the week. But if you ask me, we’re fucked. You and me, Kiz, we can’t win on this one. Blue race, my ass.”
    Bosch stepped toward the door.
    “Let’s go out and take a look,” he said, cutting off discussion of Edgar’s concerns. He knew they