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“Imagine that, one of my boots coming back to see me.”

“Actually, we want to talk to you about a case from ’seventy-two,” Rider said.

As planned, she took the lead. They took seats and Bosch once again tried to determine if Eckersly was armed. There was no telltale bulge beneath the blazer.

Rider explained the case to Eckersly and reminded him that he and Bosch had been the patrol officers who discovered the body. She asked if he remembered the case at all.

Eckersly leaned back in his desk chair, his jacket falling to his sides and revealing no holster or weapon on his belt. He looked for an answer on the ceiling. Finding nothing, he leaned forward and shook his head.

“I’m drawing a blank, Detectives,” he said. “And I’m not sure why you would come all the way out here to ask an old patrol dog about a DB. My guess is we were in and out, and we cleared the way for the dicks. Isn’t that right, partner?”

He looked at Bosch, his last word a reminder that they had once protected each other’s back.

“Yes, we were in and out.”

“But we have information—newly discovered information—that you apparently had a relationship with the victim,” Rider said matter-of-factly. “And that this relationship was not brought to light during the initial investigation.”

Eckersly looked closely at her, wondering how to read the situation. Bosch knew this wase wnew thi the pivotal moment. If Eckersly were to make a mistake, it would be now.

“What information?” Eckersly asked.

“We’re not at liberty to discuss it, Chief,” Rider responded. “But if you have something to tell us, tell us now. It would be best for you to clear this up before we go down the road with it.”

Eckersly’s face cracked into a smile and he looked at Bosch.

“This is a joke, right? Bosch, you’re putting her up to this, right?”

Bosch shook his head.

“No joke,” Bosch said. “You’re in a spot here, Chief.”

Eckersly shook his head as if not comprehending the situation.

“You said Open-Unsolved, right? That’s cold case stuff. DNA. This a DNA case?”

Bosch felt things tumbling into place. Eckersly had made the mistake. He had taken the bait and was fishing for information. It wasn’t what an innocent man would do. Rider felt it, too. She leaned toward his desk.

“Chief, do you mind if I give you a rights warning before we go further with this?”

“Oh, come on,” Eckersly protested. “You can’t be serious. What relationship?”

Rider read Eckersly the standard Miranda rights warning from a card she pulled out of a pocket in her blazer.

“Chief Eckersly, do you understand your rights as I have read them?”

“Of course, I understand them. I’ve only been a cop for forty years. What the hell is going on here?”

“What’s going on is that we are giving you the opportunity to explain the relationship you had with this woman. If you choose not to cooperate, then it’s not going to work out well for you.”

“I told you. There was no relationship and you can’t prove there was. That body had been in that tub for a week. From what I heard, it practically came apart when they were taking it out of there. You got no DNA. Nobody even knew about DNA back then.”

Rider made a quick glance toward Bosch and this was her signal that he could step in if he wanted. He did.

“You worked Wilshire for four years before that morning,” Bosch said. “Did you meet her on patrol? When she was out walking the dog? Where did you meet her, Chief? You told me you were working solo for four months before I was put in the car with you. Is that when you met her? When you were out working alone?”

Eckersly angrily grabbed the phone out of its cradle on his dellyle on hsk.

“I still know some people at Parker Center. I’m going to see if they are aware of what you two people are doing. Coming to my office to accuse me of this crap!”

“If you call anyone, you better call your lawyer,” Bosch said.

Eckersly slammed the phone back down into its cradle.

“What do you want from me? I did not know that woman. Just like you, I saw her for the first time floating with her dog in the bathtub. First and last time.