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.When was it delivered?' George tucked his chin down on his chest like a boy who'd been chastised by a teacher.He brought a thumb and forefinger up and pressed them against his eyes.His voice came out as if it were being strangled with piano wire.'I don't know.They just came and dropped it off for me.That's all I know.' "Who dropped it off?' George looked up, his eyes bright, and pointed upward with one of his dirty fingers.Bosch looked up and saw a patch of blue sky through the upper limbs of the trees.He blew out his breath in exasperation.This wasn't going anywhere.'So little green men dropped it down from their space-ship, is that right, George? Is that your story?' 'I didn't say that.I don't know if they were green.I didn't see them.' 'But you saw the spaceship?' 'Nope.I didn't say that, neither.I didn't see their craft.Only the landing lights.' Bosch looked at him a moment.'Perfect size,' George said.'They got an invisible beam that measures you from up there, you don't even know it, then they send down the clothes.' 'That's great.' Bosch's knees were beginning to ache.He stood up and they painfully cracked.'I'm getting too old for this shit, George.' 'That's a policeman's line.I watched "Kojak" when I had the house.' 'I know.Tell you what, I'm going to take this suit bag with me, if you don't mind.And the box of videotapes.' 'Help yourself.I'm not going anywhere.And I don't have no video machine, either.' Bosch walked toward the box and bag, wondering why they had been discarded and not just left in the Rolls.After a moment he decided they must have been in die trunk.And in order to make room for Aliso in there, the killers had yanked them out and thrown them down the hill out of sight.They were in a hurry.It was the kind of decision made in haste.A mistake.He picked up the suit bag by a corner, careful not to touch the handle, though he doubted there would be any prints on it other than George's.The box was light but bulky.He would have to make a second trip for it.He turned and looked at the homeless man.He decided not to ruin his day yet.'George, you can keep the clothes for now.' 'Okay, thanks.' 'You're welcome.' As he climbed back up the hill to the road, Bosch was thinking about how he should declare the area a crime scene and call out SID to process everything.But he couldn't do that.Not without announcing he had been continuing an investigation he had been ordered away from.It didn't bother him, however, because by the time he got up to the road, he knew he had a new direction.A plan was coming together.Quickly.Bosch was jazzed.When he stepped onto level ground he punched his fist in the air and walked quickly to his car.Bosch worked out the details in his head while he was driving to Hidden Highlands.The Plan.He had been like a cork floating in a great wide ocean that was the case.Bouncing with the currents, not in control of anything.But now he had an idea, a plan that would hopefully draw Veronica Aliso into the box.Nash was in the gatehouse when Bosch pulled up.He stepped out and leaned down on Bosch's door.'Morning, Detective Bosch.' 'Howzit going, Captain Nash?' 'It's going.I gotta say your people are creating a bit of a stir already this morning.' 'Yeah, well, that can happen.Whaddaya gonna do?' 'Go with the flow, I guess.You going in to catch up with them or you heading to Mrs Aliso's?' 'I'm going to see the lady.' 'Good.Maybe that'll get her off my back.I gotta call, you know.' 'Why's she on your back?' 'She's just been calling up wondering why you people have been talkin' to the neighbors all morning.' 'What did you tell her?' 'I told her they got a job to do and a murder investigation requires them to talk to a lot of people.' 'That's good.I'll see you.' Nash waved him off and opened the gate.Bosch drove to the Aliso house, but before he got there he saw Edgar walking from the front door of the home next door to his car.Bosch stopped and waved him over.'Harry.' 'Jerry.Get anything yet?' 'Nah, not really.Thing about these rich neighborhoods, it's like working a shooting in South Central.Nobody ever wants to talk, nobody saw nothing.I get tired of these people.' 'Where's Kiz?' 'She's working the other side of the street.We met at the station and took one car.She's on foot down there somewhere.Hey, Harry, what do you think about her?' 'Kiz? I think she's good.' 'No, I don't mean as a cop.You know.what do you think?' Bosch looked at him.'You mean like you and her? What do I think?' 'Yeah.Me and her.' Bosch knew Edgar was six months divorced and starting to pull his head out of the sand again.But he also knew something about Kiz that he didn't have the right to tell him.'I don't know, Jerry.Partners shouldn't get involved.' 'I suppose.So you going to see the widow now?' 'Yeah.' 'Maybe I better go with you.You never know, if she figures out we think she's it, then she's liable to wig out, maybe try to take you out.' 'I doubt it.She's too cool for that.But let's go find Kiz.I think both of you should come.I've got a plan now
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