“You don’t happen to have a photo of him with your things or in storage or something?”
Pell laughed and looked at Bosch like he thought he was an imbecile.
“You think I’d keep his picture around? I don’t even have a picture of my mother, man.”
“Sorry, had to ask. Did you ever see this guy with any women other than your mother?”
“You mean like to have sex with?”
“Yes.”
“No.”
“Clayton, what else do you remember about him?”
“I just remember I tried to stay away from him.”
“Do you think you could identify him?”
“What, now? After all these years?”
Bosch nodded.
“I don’t know. But I won’t ever forget the way he looked back then.”
“Do you remember anything else about the place where you lived with him? Anything that might help me find him?”
Pell thought about it and then shook his head.
“No, man, just what I said.”
“Did he have pets?”
“No, but he beat me like a dog. I guess I was his pet.”
Bosch glanced over at Stone to see if she had anything.
“What about hobbies?” she asked.
“I think his hobby was filling up that shoebox,” Pell said.
“But you never saw any of the other women from the pictures, right?” Bosch asked.
“But that didn’t mean anything. You could tell most of the pictures were taken in the van. He had an old mattress back there. He wasn’t bringing any of them home, you know?”
It was good information. Bosch wrote it all down.
“You said you saw one photo of a boy. Was that taken in the van, too?”
Pell didn’t respond at first. He had committed his own evil acts in a van and the connection was obvious.
“I don’t remember,” he finally said.
Bosch moved on.
“Tell me something, Clayton. If I catch this guy and he goes on trial, would you be willing to testify to the things you’ve told me today?”
Pell considered the question.
“What would I get?” he asked.
“I told you,” Bosch said. “You’d get satisfaction. You’d help put this guy away for the rest of his life.”
“That’s nothing.”
“Well, I can’t prom—”
“Look what he did to me! Everything is because of him!”
He pointed to his chest as he yelled it. The raw emotion in his outburst was full of an animal ferocity that belied his diminutive frame. And it got through to Bosch. He realized how powerful it might be if it was put on exhibit in a trial. If he yelled out the same way and the same thing in front of a jury, it would be devastating for the defense.
“Clayton, I’m going to find this guy,” he said. “And you’ll get the chance to tell him that to his face. It may help you with the rest of your life.”
“The rest of my life? Well, that’s great. Thanks for that.”
The sarcasm was unmistakable. Bosch was about to offer a comeback when there was a sharp knock on the interview room door. Stone got up to open it, and another therapist stood there. She whispered to Stone and then Stone turned to Bosch.
“There are two police officers at the front gate, asking for you.”
Bosch thanked Pell for his time and said he would be in touch about the investigation. He headed out to the gate, pulling his phone as he went. He saw that he had ignored four calls, one from his partner, two from a 213 number he didn’t recognize and the last from Kiz Rider.
The two uniformed cops were from Van Nuys Division. They said they had been sent by the OCP.
“You’re not answering your phone or the radio in your car,” the older one said. “You’re supposed to contact a Lieutenant Rider in the chief’s office. She says it’s urgent.”
Bosch thanked them and explained that he was in an important interview with his phone turned off. As soon as they walked away he called Rider and she answered right away.
“Harry, why aren’t you answering your phone?”
“Because I was in the middle of an interview. I usually don’t stop to take calls. How’d you find me?”
“Through your partner, who is answering his phone. What does that halfway house have to do with the Irving case?”
There was no getting around the answer.
“Nothing. It’s another case.”
There was silence while she worked to contain her frustration and fury with him.
“Harry, the chief of police told you to work the Irving matter as a priority. Why would you—”
“Look, I’m waiting on the autopsy. There’s nothing I can do about Irving until I get the autopsy and get going from there.”