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.Elias was going to go into court and clear him.He didn't do it We now just have to prove somebody else did.And my money is still on that somebody being the one who also did Elias.I have to go now, Inspector.""Will you call me if you make significant progress?"Bosch thought about this for a few moments.Dealing with Carla Entrenkin somehow gave him the feel of consorting with the enemy."Yes," he finally said."I'll call if there is significant progress.""Thank you, Detective.""Don't mention it" 25THE Los Angeles car czar and his wife now lived off Mulholland Drive in an exclusive development called The Summit.It was a gated and guarded neighborhood of side-by-side millionaires with spectacular homes that looked down from the Santa Monica Mountains and north across the basin of the San Fernando Valley.The Kincaids had moved from Brentwood to-these gated hills after their daughter's murder.It was a move toward security that was too late for the little girl.Bosch and Edgar had called ahead and were welcomed at the gatehouse.There they were given directions along a curving development road to a huge French Provincial mansion built on a piece of property that must have been the summit of The Summit.A Latina maid answered the door and led them to a living room that was bigger than Bosch's entire house.It had two fireplaces and three distinct groupings of furniture.Bosch wasn't sure what the purpose of this could be.The long northern wall of the room was almost en ANGELS FLI6HT 301tirely glass.It revealed an expansive view across the Valley.Bosch had a hill house but the difference in views was a couple of thousand feet in altitude and maybe ten million dollars in attitude.The maid told them that the Kincaids would be with them shortly.Bosch and Edgar stepped to the window, which they were meant to do.The rich kept you waiting so you could feel free to admire all that they had."Jetliner views," Edgar said."What's that?""It's what they call it when you're this high up.Jetliner views."Bosch nodded.Edgar had sold real estate as a side job with his wife a few years back, until it threatened to turn his police work into a side job.Bosch could see across the Valley to the Santa Susana Mountains.He could pick out Oat Mountain above Chatsworth.He remembered going there years before on a field trip from the youth hall.The overall view, however, could not be called beautiful.A heavy layer of smog -- especially for April -- stretched across the Valley.They were high enough in the Kincaid house to be above it.Or so it seemed."I know what you're thinking.It's a million-dollar view of the smog."Bosch turned around.A smiling man and a blank faced woman had entered the living room.Behind them stood a second man in a dark suit.Bosch recognized the first man from TV.Sam Kincaid, the car czar.He was smaller than Bosch expected.More compact.His deep tan was real, not television makeup, and his jet-black hair seemed legitimate.On TV it always looked like a wig.He was wearing a 302 Michael Connellygolf shirt like the ones he always wore on his commercials.Like the ones his father had worn when he was the one on the commercials a decade earlier.The woman was younger than Kincaid by a few years, about forty and well preserved by weekly massages and trips to the salons down on Rodeo Drive.She looked past Bosch and Edgar to the view.She had a vague expression on her face and Bosch immediately realized that Katherine Kincaid had probably not come close to recovering from the loss of her daughter."But you know what?" Sam Kincaid continued, smiling."I don't mind seeing the smog.My family's been selling cars in this city for three generations.Since nineteen hundred and twenty-eight.That's a lot of years and a lot of cars.That smog out there reminds me of that."His statement sounded rehearsed, as if he used it as an opener with all of his guests.He stepped forward with his hand out."Sam Kincaid.And my wife, Kate."Bosch shook his hand and introduced himself and Edgar.The way Kiacaid studied Edgar before shaking his hand made Bosch think that his partner might have been the first black man to set foot in his living room -- not counting the ones who were there to serve canape's and take drink orders.Bosch looked past Kincaid to the man still standing beneath the arch of the entryway.Kincaid noticed and made the last introduction."This is D.C.Richter, my chief of security," Kincaid said."I asked him to come up and join us, if you don't mind."Bosch was puzzled by the addition of the security man ANGELS FLIGHT 303but didn't say anything.He nodded and Richter nodded back.He was about Bosch's age, tall and gaunt and his short graying hair was spiked with gel.Richter also had a small earring, a thin gold hoop on his left ear."What can we do for you gentlemen?" Kincaid asked
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