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.He walked through the parking lot next to the restaurant and into the rear alley.He saw a public access door at the back.Had she seen him and used the restaurant to slip away? It had been a long while since he had been on a one-man tail, but he didn�t think she had made him.He headed down the alley and went in the back door.Eleanor Wish was sitting alone in the row of wooden booths along the restaurant�s right wall.Like any careful cop she sat facing the front door, so she didn�t see Bosch until he slid onto the bench across from her and picked up the menu she had already scanned and dropped on the table.He said, �Never been here, anything good?� �What is this?� she said, surprise clearly showing on her face.�I don�t know, I thought you might want some company.� �Did you follow me? You followed me.� �At least I�m being up front about it.You know, you made a mistake back at the office.You played it too cool.I walk in with the only lead you�ve had in nine months and you want to talk about liaisons and bullshit.Something wasn�t right but I couldn�t figure out what.Now I know.� �What are you talking about? Never mind, I don�t want to know.� She made a move to slide out of the booth, but Bosch reached across the table and firmly put his hand on her wrist.Her skin was warm and moist from the walk over.She stopped and turned and smoked him with brown eyes so angry and hot they could have burned his name on a tombstone.�Let go,� she said, her voice tightly controlled but carrying enough of an edge to suggest she could lose it.He let go.�Don�t leave.Please.� She lingered a moment and he worked quickly.He said, �It�s all right.I understand the reasons for the whole thing, the cold reception back there, everything.I have to say it actually was good work, what you did.I can�t hold it against you.� ^Bosch, listen to me, I don�t know what you are talking about.I think � �I know you already knew about Meadows, the tunnels, the whole thing.You pulled his military files, you pulled mine, you probably pulled files on every rat that made it out of that place alive.There had to have been something in the WestLand job that connected to the tunnels back there.� She looked at him for a long moment and was about to speak, when a Stress approached with a pad and pencil.�For now, just one coffee, black, and an Evian.Thank you,� Bosch said before Wish or the waitress could speak.The waitress walked away, writing on the pad.�I thought you were a cream-and-sugar cop Wish said.�Only when people try to guess what I am.� Her eyes seemed to soften then, but only a bit.�Detective Bosch, look, I don�t know how you know what you think you know, but I am not going to discuss the WestLand case.It is exactly as I said at the bureau.I can�t do it.I am sorry.I really am.� Bosch said, �I guess maybe I should resent it, but I don�t.It was a logical step in the investigation.I would�ve done the same.You take anybody who fit the profile - tunnel rat - and sift them through the evidence.� �You�re not a suspect, Bosch, okay? So drop it.� �I know I�m not a suspect.� He gave a short, forced burst of laughter.�I was serving a suspension down in Mexico and can prove it.But you already know that.So for me, fine, I�ll drop it.But I need what you have on Meadows.You pulled his files back in September.You must have done workup on him.Surveillance, known associates, background.Maybe.I bet you even pulled him in and talked to him.I need it all now - today, not in three, four weeks when some liaison puts a stamp on it.� The waitress came back with the coffee and water.Wish pulled her glass close but didn�t drink.�Detective Bosch, you are off the case.I�m sorry.I shouldn�t be the one�l tell you.But you�re off.You go back to your office and you�ll find out.�W made a call after you left.� He was holding his coffee with two hands, elbows on the table, carefully put the cup down on the saucer, in case his hands began to shals �What did you do?� Bosch asked.�I�m sorry,� Eleanor Wish said.�After you left, Rourke - the guy shoved the picture in front of? - he called the number on your card talked to a Lieutenant Pounds.He told him about your visit today suggested there was a conflict, you investigating a friend�s death.He � some other things and � �What other things?� �Look, Bosch, I know about you.I�ll admit we pulled your files;113 checked you out.Hell, but to do that, all we had to do was read newspapers back then.You and that Dollmaker thing.So I know what� have been through with the internal people, and this isn�t going to H� but it was Rourke�s decision.He � �What other things did he tell?� ^ �He told the truth.He said both your name and Meadows�s had comC�l in our investigation.He said you both knew each other.He asked that� be taken off the case.So all of this doesn�t matter.� Bosch looked off, out of the booth.�I want to hear you answer,� he said.�Am I a suspect?� �No.At least you weren�t until you walked in this morning.Now, I d
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