Trunk Music - Michael Connelly [146]
She moved her hand toward the photos and the cash in a dismissive gesture. Bosch nodded his agreement and leaned back in his chair.
“I think you’re right,” he said. “He’s not that stupid.”
He thought about the similarity to the gun being planted on Goshen. That, too, turned out to be too easy.
“I think it’s a setup,” Bosch said. “Veronica did this. He took the photos for her. He probably told her to destroy them, but she didn’t. She hung on to them just in case. She probably snuck them back in under his bed and put the cash up in the attic. Was it easy to get to?”
“Easy enough,” Rider said. “Fold-down ladder.”
“Wait a minute, why would she set him up?” Edgar asked.
“Not from the start,” Bosch said. “It was like a fall-back position. If things started to go wrong, if we got too close, she had Powers out there ready to take the fall. Maybe when she sent Powers after the suitcase she went to his place with the photos and the cash. Who knows when it started? But I bet when I tell Powers we found this stuff in his house, his eyes are going to pop. Whaddaya got in the bag, Kiz, the camera?”
She nodded and put the bag on the table without opening it.
“Nikon with a telephoto on it, credit card receipt for his purchase of it.”
Bosch nodded and his thoughts strayed a bit. He was trying to think about how he was going to work the photos and money with Powers. It was their shot at breaking him. It had to be played right.
“Hold on, hold on,” Edgar said, a look of confusion on his face. “I still don’t get this. What makes you say it was a setup? Maybe he was holding the cash and the photos and they were going to split it all after the heat died down. Why does it have to be that she set him up?”
Bosch looked at Rider and then back at Edgar.
“’Cause Kiz is right. It’s too easy.”
“Not if he thought we didn’t have a clue, if he thought he was clear right up to the moment we jumped out of the bushes up there in the woods.”
Bosch shook his head.
“I don’t know. I don’t think he would have played it the way he did when I was just talking to him. Not if he knew he had this stuff back at his place. I go with it being a setup. She’s putting it all on him. We pull her in and she’ll feed us some story about the guy being obsessed with her. Maybe, if she’s any kind of actress, she tells us, yes, she had an affair with him but then she broke it off. But he wouldn’t go away. He killed her old man so he could have her all to himself.”
Bosch leaned back and looked at them, waiting for their response.
“I think it’s good,” Rider said. “It could work.”
“Except we don’t believe it,” Bosch said.
“So what’s she get out of this?” Edgar asked, refusing to drop his disagreement. “She’s givin’ up the money puttin’ it in his pad. What’s that leave her?”
“The house, the cars, insurance,” Bosch said. “Whatever’s left of the company — and the chance to get away.”
But it was a weak answer and he knew it. A half million dollars was a lot of cash to use to set somebody up. It was the one flaw in the theory he had just spun.
“She got rid of her husband,” Rider said. “Maybe that was all that was important to her.”
“He’d been screwing around on her for years,” Edgar said. “Why now? What was different this time?”
“I don’t know,” Rider said. “But there was something different or something else we don’t know about. That’s what we have to find out.”
“Yeah, well, good luck,” Edgar said.
“I’ve got an idea,” Bosch said. “If anyone knows what that something else is, it’s Powers. I want to try to scam him and I think I know how. Kiz, you still got that tape, the one with Veronica in it?
“Casualty of Desire? Yeah. It’s in my drawer.”
“Go get it and set it up in the lieutenant’s office. I’m going to grab some more coffee and I’ll meet you