The Drop(82)
Bosch leaned back in his chair and appraised McQuillen and nodded.
“So you went and got yourself alibied.”
McQuillen kept a straight face.
“You came in here hoping we’d arrest you and then you’d eventually pop the alibi out there and embarrass the department for all the shit you got dragged through before. Maybe get a lawsuit for false arrest going. You were going to use Irving for some payback.”
McQuillen showed nothing. Bosch leaned forward and across the table.
“You might as well tell me because I’m not arresting you, McQuillen. I’m not giving you this play, no matter what I think of what was done to you twenty-five years ago.”
McQuillen finally nodded and flicked a hand as though to say, What the hell, it was worth a try.
“I had parked over at the Standard across Sunset. They know me there.”
The Standard was a boutique hotel a few blocks from the Chateau.
“Good customers of ours. Technically, that’s West Hollywood, so we can’t sit on the place but we’ve got the doormen wired. When a customer needs a cab, they call us. We always have a car sitting nearby.”
“So you went there after seeing Irving.”
“Yeah, they got a restaurant there called Twenty-four/Seven. It never closes and it’s got a camera over the counter. I went there and I never left that counter until the sun came up. You go get the disc and I’ll be on it. When Irving jumped, I was drinking hot coffee.”
Bosch shook his head like the story didn’t add up.
“How’d you know Irving wouldn’t jump before you got there—when you were still in the Chateau or walking over? What was that, fifteen minutes at least. That was risky.”
McQuillen shrugged.
“He was temporarily incapacitated.”
Bosch stared at him for a long moment until understanding came. McQuillen had choked Irving out again.
Bosch leaned across the table and stared hard at McQuillen.
“You put him to sleep again. You choked him out, made sure he was breathing and left him there snoring on the floor.”
Bosch remembered the alarm clock in the room.
“Then you went into the bedroom and brought the clock out. You plugged it in next to him on the floor and set the alarm for four A.M. to make sure he’d wake up. Just so he could jump while you were alibied at the Standard with your hot coffee.”
Another shrug from McQuillen. He was finished talking.
“You’re a hell of a guy, McQuillen, and you’re free to go.”
McQuillen nodded smugly.
“I appreciate that.”
“Yeah, well, appreciate this. For twenty-five years I thought you got a bad deal. Now I think maybe they got it right. You’re a bad guy and that means you were a bad cop.”
“You don’t know shit about me, Bosch.”
“I know this. You went up to that room to do something. You don’t climb the fire escape just to confront a guy. So I don’t care that you got a bad deal before. What I care about is that you knew what Irving was going to do and you didn’t try to stop it. Instead, you allowed it to happen. No, actually, you helped it happen. To me, that’s not small stuff. If it’s not a crime, then it should be. And when this is all over I’m going to hit up every prosecutor I know until I find one who will take it to the grand jury. You can walk out of here tonight, but the next time you won’t be so lucky.”
McQuillen kept nodding while Bosch spoke, as if he was impatiently allowing Bosch his final say. When Harry was finished, McQuillen was nonchalant in his response.
“Then I guess it’s good to know where I stand.”
“Sure. Glad to help with that.”
“How do I get back to B and W? You promised me a ride.”
Bosch got up from the table and headed to the door.
“Call a cab,” he said.
29
Chu was just hanging up the phone as Bosch got back to the cubicle.
“What did you get?” Harry asked.
Chu looked down at the scratch pad on his desk as he answered.
“Yes, the hotel stocks Jack Daniel’s in the suites. A flask bottle containing twelve ounces. And yes, the bottle is missing from suite seventy-nine.”
Bosch nodded. It was a further confirmation of McQuillen’s story.
“What about the blood-alcohol?”
Chu shook his head.
“Not done yet. The M.E.’s office said next week.”
Bosch shook his head, annoyed that he hadn’t used Kiz Rider and the chief’s office to push the M.E. on the blood testing. He went to his desk and started stacking reports on top of the murder book. He spoke to Chu with his back to him.
“How’d you kill the story?”
“I called her. I told her if she ran the story, I would go to her boss and say that she was trading sex for information. I figure even over there that’s gotta be an ethical violation. She might not lose her job but she’d be tainted. She knows they’d start looking at her differently.”