“Yes, Harry Bosch. He’s with Robbery-Homicide. I can’t remember his partner’s name.”
“You have to understand, Mr. Haller, that even if you just give this man Bosch the names, you are still breaching client confidentiality. You could be disbarred for this.”
“Well, I was thinking about that and I believe there’s a way out. One of the mechanisms of relief from the client confidentiality bond is in the case of threat to safety. If Jerry Vincent knew a client was coming to kill him last night, he could have called the police and given that client’s name to them. There would’ve been no breach in that.”
“Yes, but what you are considering here is completely different.”
“It’s different, Judge, but not completely. I’ve been directly told by the lead detective on the case that it is highly likely that the identity of Jerry Vincent’s killer is contained in Jerry’s own files. Those files are now mine. So that information constitutes a threat to me. When I go out and start meeting these clients, I could shake hands with the killer and not even know it. You add that up any way and I feel I am in some jeopardy here, Judge, and that qualifies for relief.”
She nodded her head again and put her glasses back on. She reached over and picked up a glass of water that had been hidden from my view by her desktop computer.
After drinking deeply from the glass she spoke.
“All right, Mr. Haller. I believe that if you vet the files as you have suggested, then you will be acting in an appropriate and acceptable manner. I would like you to file a motion with this court that explains your actions and the feeling of threat you are under. I will sign it and seal it and with any good luck it will be something that never sees the light of day.”
“Thank you, Your Honor.”
“Anything else?”
“I think that is it.”
“Then, have a good day.”
“Yes, Your Honor. Thank you.”
I got up and headed toward the door but then remembered something and turned back to stand in front of the judge’s desk.
“Judge? I forgot something. I saw your calendar from last week out there and noticed that Jerry Vincent came in on the Elliot matter. I haven’t thoroughly reviewed the case file yet, but do you mind my asking what the hearing was about?”
The judge had to think for a moment to recall the hearing.
“It was an emergency motion. Mr. Vincent came in because Judge Stanton had revoked bail and ordered Mr. Elliot remanded to custody. I stayed the revocation.”
“Why was it revoked?”
“Mr. Elliot had traveled to a film festival in New York without getting permission. It was one of the qualifiers of bail. When Mr. Golantz, the prosecutor, saw a picture of Elliot at the festival in
“I understand, Judge. Thank you.”
I nodded and left the chambers, thanking Mrs. Gill as I walked out through the courtroom.
Harry Bosch’s card was still in my pocket. I dug it out while I was going down in the elevator. I had parked in a pay lot by the Kyoto Grand Hotel and had a three-block walk that would take me right by Parker Center. I called Bosch’s cell phone as I headed to the courthouse exit.
“This is Bosch.”
“It’s Mickey Haller.”
There was a hesitation. I thought that maybe he didn’t recognize my name.
“What can I do for you?” he finally asked.
“How’s the investigation going?”
“It’s going, but nothing I can talk to you about.”
“Then I’ll just get to the point. Are you in Parker Center right now?”
“That’s right. Why?”
“I’m heading over from the courthouse. Meet me out front by the memorial.”
“Look, Haller, I’m busy. Can you just tell me what this is about?”
“Not on the phone, but I think it will be worth your while. If you’re not there when I go by, then I’ll know you’ve passed on the opportunity and I won’t bother you with it again.”
I closed the phone before he could respond. It took me five minutes to get over to Parker Center by foot. The place was in its last years of life, its replacement being built a block over on Spring Street. I saw Bosch standing next to the fountain that was part of the memorial for officers killed in the line of duty. I saw thin white wires leading from his ears to his jacket pocket. I walked up and didn’t bother with a handshake or any other greeting. He pulled the earbuds out and shoved them into his pocket.
“Shutting the world out, Detective?”
“Helps me concentrate. Is there a purpose to this meeting?”
“After you left the office today I looked at the files you had stacked on the table. In the file room.”
“And?”
“And I understand what you are trying to do. I want to help you but I want you to understand my position.”
