BOSCH and Edgar walked out to the elevator alcove and stood silently after Edgar pushed the down button.
Bosch looked at his blurred image reflected in the stainless steel doors of the elevator. He looked over at Edgar’s reflection and then directly at his partner.
“So,” he said. “How pissed off are you?”
“Somewhere between very and not too.”
Bosch nodded.
“You really left me with my dick in my hand in there, Harry.”
“I know. I’m sorry. You want to just take the stairs?”
“Have patience, Harry. What happened to your cell phone last night? You break it or something?”
Bosch shook his head.
“No, I just wanted to-I wasn’t sure of what I was thinking and so I wanted to check things out on my own first. Besides, I knew you had the kid on Thursday nights. Then running into Sheila at the trailer, that was out of left field.”
“What about when you started searching the place? You coulda called. My kid was back home asleep by then.”
“Yeah, I know. I should have, Jed.”
Edgar nodded and that was the end of it.
“You know this theory of yours puts us at ground zero now,” he said.
“Yeah, ground zero. We’re gonna have to start over, look at everything again.”
“You going to work it this weekend?”
“Yeah, probably.”
“Then call me.”
“I will.”
Finally, Bosch’s impatience got the better of him.
“Fuck it. I’m taking the stairs. I’ll see you down there.”
He left the alcove and went to the emergency stairwell.