It was a Friday morning and the smart people had already taken off for the weekend. This made traffic into downtown a breeze and Harry Bosch got to the courthouse early. Rather than wait for Mickey Haller on the front steps, where they had agreed to meet, he decided to look for his lawyer inside the monolithic structure that covered half a block of space nineteen floors into the air. But the search for Haller would not be as difficult as the size of the building suggested. After clearing the lobby metal detector — a new experience for him — Bosch took an elevator up to fifteen and started checking courtrooms and using the stairs to work his way down. Most of the courtrooms assigned to criminal cases were on floors nine through fifteen. Bosch knew this because of the time he’d spent in those courtrooms over the last thirty years.
He found Haller in Department 120 on the thirteenth floor. Court was in session but there was no jury. Haller had told Bosch he had a motion hearing that would finish by their lunchtime appointment. Harry slipped onto a bench in the back of the public gallery and watched as Haller questioned a uniformed Los Angeles police officer on the witness stand. Bosch had missed the preliminaries but not the meat of Haller’s examination of the officer.
“Officer Sanchez, what I would like you to do now is go through the steps that led to your arresting Mr. Hennegan on December eleventh of last year,” Haller said. “Why don’t we start with what your assignment was that day.”
Sanchez took a moment to compose an answer to what seemed to be a routine question. Bosch noticed that he had three hash marks on his sleeve, one for every five years with the department. Fifteen years was a lot of experience and that told Bosch that Sanchez would be very wary of Haller as well as skilled at giving answers more helpful to the prosecution than the defense.
“My partner and I were on routine patrol in Seventy-seventh Street Division,” Sanchez said. “We happened to be traveling westbound on Florence Avenue at the time of this incident.”
“And Mr. Hennegan was also traveling on Florence Avenue?”
“Yes, that’s correct.”
“Which direction was he going?”
“He was also going west. His car was directly in front of us.”
“Okay, and then what happened?”
“We came to a red light at Normandie and Mr. Hennegan came to a stop and then we stopped behind him. Mr. Hennegan engaged his right turn signal and then turned right to go northbound on Normandie.”
“Did he commit a traffic code infraction by turning right when the light was red?”
“No, he did not. He came to a complete stop and then made the turn when it was clear.”
Haller nodded and checked something off on a legal pad. He was sitting next to his client, who was in county blues — a sure sign that this was a felony case. Bosch guessed it was a drug case and that Haller was trying to suppress whatever was found in his client’s car by claiming it was a bad stop.
Haller was questioning the witness from his seat at the defense table. Without a jury, the judge was not requiring the formality of standing when addressing a witness.
“You made the turn as well, following Mr. Hennegan’s car, correct?” he asked.
“That is correct,” Sanchez said.
“At what point did you decide to conduct a traffic stop on Mr. Hennegan’s vehicle?”
“It was right away. We lit him up and he pulled over.”
“Then what happened?”
“The minute he stopped the car, the passenger door opened and the passenger bolted.”
“He ran?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Where did he go?”
“There is a shopping plaza there with an alley behind it. He went into the alley in an easterly direction.”
“Did either you or your partner give chase?”
“No, sir, it would be against policy and dangerous to separate. My partner got on the radio and requested backup and an airship. He broadcast a description of the man who ran.”
“An airship?”
“A police helicopter.”
“Got it. What did you do, Officer Sanchez, while your partner was on the radio?”
“I exited the patrol car and moved to the driver’s side of the vehicle and told the driver to put his hands out the window, where I could see them.”
“Did you draw your weapon?”
“Yes, I did.”
“Then what happened?”
“I ordered the driver — Mr. Hennegan — to step out of the vehicle and lie down on the ground. He complied and then I handcuffed him.”
“Did you tell him why he was under arrest?”
“At that time he was not under arrest.”
“He was handcuffed facedown on the street but you are saying he was not under arrest?”
“We didn’t know what we had and my concern was for the safety of myself and my partner. We’d had a passenger bolt from the car, so we were suspicious about what was going on here.”
“So the man bolting from the car was what set all of this in motion.”
“Yes, sir.”
Haller flipped some pages on his yellow pad to look at notes and then checked something on the screen of his laptop, which was open on the defense table. His client had his head tilted down, and from behind, it looked as though he might be asleep.
The judge, who had been slumped so low in his seat that Bosch had only been able to see the top of his gray head, cleared his throat and leaned forward, revealing himself to the courtroom. The placard at the front of the bench identified him as the Honorable Steve Yerrid. Bosch didn’t recognize him or his name, which didn’t mean a whole lot, since the building housed more than fifty courtrooms and judges.
“Nothing further, Mr. Haller?” he asked.
“I’m sorry, Your Honor,” Haller said. “Just checking some notes.”
“Let’s keep this moving.”
“Yes, Your Honor.”
Haller apparently found what he was looking for and was ready to proceed.
“How long did you leave Mr. Hennegan handcuffed on the street, Officer Sanchez?”
“I checked the car and once I was sure there was no one else in it, I went back to Mr. Hennegan, patted him down to check for weapons, then helped him up and placed him in the backseat of the cruiser for his own safety and ours.”
“Why was his safety in question?”
“Like I said, we didn’t know what we had here. One guy runs, the other guy is acting nervous. It was best to secure the individual while we determined what was going on.”
“When did you first notice that Mr. Hennegan was acting nervous, as you say?”
“Right away. When I told him to put his hands out the window.”
“You were pointing a gun at him when you gave that order, weren’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Okay, so you have Hennegan in the backseat of your car. Did you ask him if you could search his car?”
“I did and he said no.”
“So what did you do after he said no?”
“I went on the radio and called for a dope dog to come to the scene.”
“And what does a dope dog do?”
“It is trained to alert if it smells drugs.”
“Okay, so how long did that take, to get the dog out to Florence and Normandie?”
“About an hour. It had to come from the academy, where they had a training demonstration.”
“So for an hour my client was locked in the back of your car while you waited.”
“That is correct.”
“For your safety and his.”
“Correct.”
“How many times did you go back to your car, open the door, and ask him again if you could search his car?”
“Two or three times.”
“And what was his response?”
“He kept saying no.”
“Did you or other police officers ever find the passenger who ran from the car?”
“Not as far as I know. But the whole thing was turned over to the South Bureau Narcotics Unit after that day.”
“So when this dog finally arrived, what happened?”
“The K-9 officer walked him around the subject’s vehicle and the dog alerted at the trunk.”
“What was the dog’s name?”
“I think it was Cosmo.”
“What kind of vehicle had Mr. Hennegan been driving?”
“It was an old Toyota Camry.”
“And so Cosmo told you there were drugs in the trunk.”
“Yes, sir.”
“So you opened the trunk.”
“We cited the dog’s alert as probable cause to search the trunk.”
“Did you find drugs, Officer Sanchez?”
“We found a bag of what appeared to be crystal meth and a bag of money.”
“How much crystal meth?”
“Two point four pounds, it turned out to be.”
“And how much money?”
“Eighty-six thousand dollars.”
“Cash?”
“All cash.”
“You then arrested Mr. Hennegan for possession with intent to sell, correct?”
“Yes, that was when we arrested him, read him his rights, and took him to South Bureau for booking.”
Haller nodded. And was looking at his notepad again. Bosch knew he had to have something else. It came out when the judge prompted him once again to proceed.
“Officer, let’s go back to the stop. You testified earlier that Mr. Hennegan turned right on a red light after coming to a complete stop and waiting for the moment that it was clear and safe for him to make that turn. Do I have that right?”
“Yes, correct.”
“And that was correct under the law, yes?”
“Yes.”
“So if he did everything right, why did you light him up and force him to pull over?”
Sanchez made a quick glance toward the prosecutor, who sat at the table opposite Haller. He had so far said nothing but Bosch had watched him taking notes during the police officer’s testimony.
The glance told Bosch that this was where Haller had found the weakness of the case.
“Your Honor, can you ask the witness to answer the question and not look at the prosecutor for the answer?” Haller prompted.
Judge Yerrid leaned forward again and told Sanchez to answer. Sanchez asked for a repeat of the question and Haller complied.
“It was Christmastime,” Sanchez said. “We always give out turkey tickets at that time of year and I was pulling them over to give them turkey tickets.”
“Turkey tickets?” Haller asked. “What is a turkey ticket?”