Vol Ii Part 131 (2/2)
”Not exactly. Eli didn't tell me to run it. But I got a guess who it belongs to.”
”The Kincaids.”
”Now you're with me.”
Bosch looked at Edgar. He could tell by his partner's face he hadn't made the leap.
”The fingerprints. To prove Harris was innocent beyond any kind of doubt, he had to explain his client's fingerprints on the victim's schoolbook. If there was no reason or possible legitimate explanation for Harris having been in the Kincaid house and touching the book, then there were two alternative reasons. One, the prints were planted by the cops. Two, Harris touched the book when it was somewhere else, outside of the girl's bedroom.”
Edgar nodded as he understood.
”The Kincaids had their car washed at Hollywood Wax and s.h.i.+ne, where Harris worked. The receipt proves it.”
”Right. All Elias had to do was put the book in the car.”
Bosch turned to the boxes on Pelfry's desk and ticked his finger on the cardboard marker.
”June twelve,” he said. ”That's right around the end of the school year. Kids clear out their lockers. They take all their books home. They're not doing homework anymore so maybe the books lie around in the back of the Volvo.”
”The Volvo goes to the car wash,” Edgar said. ”I'd bet the daily special includes a vacuum, maybe some Armorall on the inside.”
”The washer-the polish man-touches the book when he's working inside the car,” Bosch added. ”There are your prints.”
”The polish man was Harris,” Edgar said. He then looked at Pelfry and said, ”The manager at the car wash said you came back to look at the time cards.”
Pelfry nodded.
”I did. I got a copy of a time card that proves Harris was working at the time that white Volvo came in and got the special. Eli asked me to go over to the car wash and try to finesse that without a su'peenie. I figure the time card was the linchpin and he didn't want anybody to know about it.”
”Even the judge who signed the subpoenas on the case,” Bosch said. ”He must not have trusted anybody.”
”Looks like with good reason,” Pelfry said.
While Edgar asked Pelfry to show him the time card, Bosch withdrew and tried to think about this latest information. He remembered what Sheehan had said the night before about the fingerprints being so good because the person who had left them had probably been sweating. He understood now that that was not because of nervousness over the crime being committed, but because he was working at the car wash, vacuuming a car, when those prints were left on that book. Michael Harris. He was innocent. Truly innocent. Bosch had not been convinced until that moment. And it was astounding to him. He wasn't a dreamer. He knew cops made mistakes and innocent people went to prison. But the mistake here was colossal. An innocent man tortured as cops tried to bully him into confessing to something he had clearly not done. Satisfied they had their man, the police had dropped their investigation and let the real killer slip away-until a civil rights lawyer's investigation found him, a discovery that got the lawyer killed. The chain reaction went even further, pus.h.i.+ng the city once more to the brink of self-destruction.
”So then, Mr. Pelfry,” Bosch said, ”who killed Stacey Kincaid?”
”It's Jenks. And I don't know. I know it wasn't Michael Harris-ain't no doubt about that. But Eli didn't tell me the other part-if he knew before they got him.”
”They?” Bosch asked.
”Whatever.”
”Tell us about Mistress Regina,” Edgar said.
”What's to tell? Eli got a tip, he pa.s.sed it to me. I checked the broad out and couldn't see any connection. She's just a freak-a dead end. If you guys were there, you know what I mean. I think Eli dropped it after I told him about her.”
Bosch thought a moment and shook his head.
”I don't think so. There's something there.”
”Well, if there is, he didn't tell me about it.”
In the car Bosch called Rider to check in. She said she had completed a review of the files without anything that needed immediate follow-up catching her eye.
”We're going to see the Kincaids,” Bosch said.
”How come so soon?”
”Turns out one of them was Harris's alibi.”
”What?”
Bosch explained the license plate discovery Pelfry and Elias had made.
”One out of four,” she said.
”What do you mean?”
”We now know what one out of four of the mystery notes means.”
”Yeah, I guess so.”
”I was thinking about the first two. I think they're connected and I've got an idea about 'dot the i.' I'm going to go online and check it out. You know what a hypertext link is?”
”I don't speak that language, Kiz. I still type with two fingers.”
”I know. I'll explain it when you get back here. Maybe I'll know if I have something.”
”Okay. Good luck.”
He was about to hang up.
”Oh, Harry?”
”What?”
”You got a call from Carla Entrenkin. She said she needed to talk to you. I was going to give her your pager but then I thought you might not want that. She might start paging you every time she gets a wild hair.”
”That's fine. Did she leave a number?”
She gave it to him and they hung up.
”We're going to the Kincaids'?” Edgar asked.
”Yeah, I just decided. Get on the radio and run the plate on that white Volvo. See what name's on it. I've got to make a call.”
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