“Bang!” he exclaimed, loud enough that Tafero turned and looked toward the glass.

“Please!” the videographer whispered. “We’re taping.”

Bosch went to the door of the little room and stepped out. McCaleb followed. Bosch turned and looked at him. He nodded.

“Storey goes down,” he said. “The monster goes back into the darkness from which it came.”

They looked at each other silently for a moment and then Bosch broke it away.

“I gotta go,” he said.

“Where?”

“Get ready for court.”

He turned and started walking through the deserted bullpen of the Sheriff’s Department homicide squad. McCaleb saw him bang a fist on a desk and then punch it into the air above him.

McCaleb went back into the viewing room and watched the interview continue. Tafero was telling the assemblage in the interview room that David Storey had demanded that the killing of Edward Gunn take place on the first morning of the new year.

McCaleb listened for a while and then thought of something. He stepped out of the observation room and into the bullpen. Detectives were now filtering in to start the day of work. He went to an empty desk and tore a page off a note pad on its top. He wrote, “Ask about the Lincoln” on it. He folded it and took it to the door to the interview room.

He knocked and after a moment Alice Short opened the door. He handed her the folded note.

“Give this to Jaye before the interview is over,” he whispered.

She nodded and closed the door. McCaleb went back into the observation room to watch.

Freshly showered and shaved, Bosch stepped off the elevator and headed toward the doors to the Division N courtroom. He walked with purpose. He felt like a true prince of the city. He had taken only a few strides when he was accosted by McEvoy, who stepped out of an alcove like a coyote that had been waiting in a cave for his unsuspecting prey. But nothing could dent Bosch’s demeanor. He smiled as the reporter fell into stride with him.

“Detective Bosch, have you thought any more about what we talked about? I’ve got to start writing my story today.”

Bosch didn’t slow his pace. He knew that once he got into the courtroom he wouldn’t have a lot of time.

“Rudy Tafero,” he said.

“Excuse me?”

“He was your source. Rudy Tafero. I figured it out this morning.”

“Detective, I told you that I can’t reveal -”

“Yeah, I know. But, see, I’m the one who’s revealing it. Anyway, it doesn’t matter.”

“Why not?”

Bosch suddenly stopped. McEvoy walked a few steps past and then came back.

“Why not?” he asked again.

“Today’s your lucky day, Jack. I’ve got two good tips for you.”

“Okay. What?”

McEvoy started pulling a notebook from his back pocket. Bosch put his hand on his arm to stop him.

“Don’t take that out. The other reporters see that, they’ll think I’m telling you something.”

He gestured up the hall to the open door of the media room where a handful of reporters were loitering and waiting for the day’s court session to begin.

“Then they’ll come over and I’ll have to tell them.”

McEvoy left the notebook in place.

“Okay. What are the tips?”

“First of all, you’re full of shit on that story. In fact, your source was arrested this morning for the murder of Edward Gunn as well as the attempted murder of Terry McCaleb.”

“What? He got -”

“Wait. Let me talk. I don’t have a lot of time.”

He waited and McEvoy nodded.

“Yeah, Rudy got popped. He killed Gunn. The plan was to put it on me and spring it on the world during the defense case.”

“Are you saying that Storey was a part of -”

“Exactly. Which brings me to tip number two. And that is, if I were you, I would be in that courtroom today long before the judge comes in and starts things. You see those guys standing down there? They’re going to miss it, Jack. You don’t want to be like them.”

Bosch left him there. He nodded to the deputy on the courtroom door and was allowed in.

Two deputies were walking David Storey to his place at the defense table as Bosch came into the courtroom. Fowkkes was already there and Langwiser and Kretzler were seated at the prosecution table. Bosch looked at his watch as he came through the gate. He had about fifteen minutes before the judge would take the bench and call for the jury.

He went to the prosecution table but remained standing. He leaned down and put both palms on the table and looked at the two prosecutors.

“Harry, you ready?” Langwiser began. “Today’s the day.”

“Today’s the day but not because of what you think. You two would take a plea on this wouldn’t you? If he copped to Jody Krementz and Alicia Lopez, you wouldn’t go for the needle, right?”

They both looked at him with blank stares of confusion.

“Come on, we don’t have a lot of time before the judge comes out. What if I could go over there and in five minutes get you two murder ones? Alicia Lopez’s family would love you for it. You told them you didn’t have a case.”

“Harry, what are you talking about?” Langwiser said. “We floated a plea. Twice. Fowkkes shot it down both times.”

“And we don’t have the evidence on Lopez,” Kretzler added. “You know that – the grand jury passed. Nobody, no -”

“Listen, you want the plea or not? I think I can go over there and get it. I arrested Rudy Tafero for murder this morning. It was a setup orchestrated by Storey to get to me. It backfired and Tafero is taking a deal. He’s talking.”

“Jesus Christ!” Kretzler said.

He said it too loudly. Bosch turned and looked over at the defense table. Both Fowkkes and Storey were looking at them. Just past the defense table he saw McEvoy take a seat in the media gallery that was closest to the defense table. No other reporters had come in and sat down yet.

“Harry, what are you talking about?” Langwiser said. “What murder?”

Bosch ignored the questions.

“Let me go over there,” Bosch said. “I want to look in Storey’s eyes when I tell him.”

Kretzler and Langwiser looked at each other. Langwiser shook her shoulders and waved her hands in exasperation.

“Worth a try. We were only holding death as an ace in the hole.”

“Okay then,” Bosch said. “See if you can get the clerk to buy me some time with the judge.”

Bosch stepped around the defense table and stood in front of it so he could look equally at Fowkkes and Storey. Fowkkes was writing something on a legal pad. Bosch cleared his throat and after a few moments the defense attorney slowly looked up.

“Yes, Detective? Shouldn’t you be at your table preparing for -”

“Where’s Rudy Tafero?”

Bosch looked at Storey as he asked it.

Fowkkes looked behind him to the seat against the rail where Tafero normally sat during court sessions.

“I’m sure he’s on his way,” he said. “We have a few minutes.”

Bosch smiled.

“On his way? Yeah, he’s on his way. Up to super max at Corcoran, maybe Pelican Cove if he’s lucky. I really wouldn’t want to be a former cop doing my time in Corcoran.”

Fowkkes seemed unimpressed.

“Detective, I don’t know what you are talking about. I am trying to prepare a defense strategy here because I think the prosecution is going to fold its tent today. So, if you don’t mind.”

Bosch looked at Storey when he responded.

“There is no strategy. There is no defense. Rudy Tafero was arrested this morning. He’s been charged with murder and attempted murder. I’m sure your client can tell you all about it, Counselor. That is, if you didn’t know already.”

Fowkkes stood up abruptly as though he were making an objection.

“Sir, it is highly irregular for you to come to the defense table and -”