The Night Fire: A Ballard and Bosch thriller (Harry Bosch 22) Read Online Free PDF

members they were finished for the day. He told them to go home and avoid any media coverage of the trial and to be back in the morning at nine. Throwing a glare at Haller, the judge explained to the jurors that they would begin hearing testimony before the usual ten o’clock start in order to make up lost time.
    Everyone waited until the jurors had filed into the assembly room and then the judge turned more of his frustration on Haller.
    “Mr. Haller, I think you know I don’t like working half days when I have scheduled full days of court.”
    “Yes, Your Honor. Neither do I.”
    “You should have brought your witness in yesterday so that she would be available no matter how things progressed in the case.”
    “Yes, Your Honor. But that would have meant paying for another night in a hotel and, as the court knows, my client is indigent and I was appointed to the case by the court at significantly reduced fees. My request to the court administrator to bring my expert in a day earlier was denied for financial reasons.”
    “Mr. Haller, that’s all well and good, but there are highly qualified DNA experts right here in Los Angeles. Why is it necessary to fly your expert in from New York?”
    That was the first question that had come to Bosch’s mind as well.
    “Well, Judge, I don’t really think it would be fair for me to have to reveal defense strategy to the prosecution,” Haller said. “But I can say that my expert is at the top of the game in her specialty field of DNA analysis and that this will become apparent when she testifies tomorrow.”
    The judge studied Haller for a long moment, seemingly trying to decide whether to continue the argument. Finally he relented.
    “Very well,” he said. “Court is adjourned until nine o’clock tomorrow. Have your witness ready at that time, Mr. Haller, or there will be consequences.”
    “Yes, Your Honor.”
    The judge got up and left the bench.

6
    Where do you want to go?”
    They were in the back of Haller’s Lincoln.
    “Doesn’t matter,” Bosch said. “Somewhere private. Quiet.”
    “You hear that Traxx closed down?” Haller asked. “Really? I loved that place. Loved going to Union Station.”
    “I already miss it. It was my go-to place during trial. It was there twenty years—in this town that says something.”
    Haller leaned forward and spoke to his driver.
    “Stace, take us over to Chinatown,” he said. “The Little Jewel.”
    “You got it,” the driver said.
    Haller’s driver was a woman and Bosch had never seen that before. Haller had always used former clients to drive the Lincoln. Men paying off their legal fees. He wondered what Stace was paying off. She was mid-forties, black, and looked like a schoolteacher, not someone drawn from the streets, as Haller’s drivers usually were.
    “So what did you think?” Haller asked. “About the trial?” Bosch replied. “You scored your points about the confession. Is your DNA expert going to be that good? Her ‘specialty field of DNA analysis’—how much of that was bullshit?”
    “None of it. But we’ll see. She’s good but I don’t know if she’s good enough.”
    “And she’s really coming in from New York?”
    “I told you, none of it was bullshit.”
    “So what’s she going to do? Attack the lab? Say they blew it?”
    Bosch was tired of that defense. It may have worked for O. J. Simpson but that was a long time ago and there were so many other factors involved in that case. Big factors. The science of DNA was too good. A match was a match. If you wanted to knock it down you needed something other than to attack the science.
    “I don’t know what she’s going to say,” Haller said. “That’s our deal. She’ll never shill. She calls them like she sees them.”
    “Well, like I told you, I’ve been following the case,” Bosch said. “Knocking down the confession is one thing. But DNA’s another. You need to do something. You have the case file with you?”
    “Most of