[ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
.With two picks, a tension wrench and a hook, he began working.It was a good lock with twelve teeth, not a Medeco but a cheaper knockoff.It took Bosch ten minutes to turn it.By then sweat had come down out of his hair and was stinging his eyes.He pulled his shirt out of his pants and wiped his face.He also wiped the picks, which had become slippery with sweat, and took a quick look at the house across the street.Nothing seemed changed, nothing seemed amiss.The TV was still on upstairs.He turned back and put the beam on the knob.Then he heard a car coming.He cut the light and crawled behind the porch riser until it had passed.Back at the door he palmed the knob and was working the hook in when he realized there was no pressure on the knob.He turned it and the door opened.The knob hadn't been locked.It made sense, Bosch knew.The dead bolt was the deterrent.If a burglar got by that, the knob lock was a gimme.Why bother locking it? He stood in the darkness of the entrance without moving, letting his eyes adjust.When he was in Vietnam he could drop into one of Charlie's tunnels and he would have night eyes in fifteen seconds.Now it took him longer.Out of practice, he guessed.Or getting old.He stood in the entry for nearly a minute.When the shapes and shadows rilled in, he called out, 'Hey, Ray? You here? You left your door unlocked.Hello?' There was no answer.He knew Mora wouldn't have a dog, not living alone and working a cop's hours.Bosch took a few steps farther into the house and looked at the dark shapes of the furniture in the living room.He had creeped places before, even a cop's house, but the feeling always seemed new, that feeling of706exhilaration, jagged fear and panic, all in one.It felt as though his center of gravity had dropped into his balls.He felt a strange power that he knew he could never describe to anyone.For a brief moment the panic rose and threatened the delicate balance of his thoughts and feelings.The headline flashed in his mind - COP ON TRIAL CAUGHT IN BREAK-IN - but he quickly dismissed it.To think about failure was to invite failure.He saw the stairs and immediately moved toward them.His thought was that Mora would keep his trophies either in his bedroom or near a TV, which also could mean both.Rather than work his way toward the bedroom, he would start there.The second floor was divided into two bedrooms with a bathroom in between them.The bedroom to the right had been converted to a carpeted gym.There was an assortment of chrome-plated equipment, a rowing machine, a stationary bike and a contraption Bosch didn't recognize.There was a rack of free weights and a bench press with a chest bar across it.On one wall of the room was a floor-to-ceiling mirror.It was spidered by a shatter point about face high in the center.For a moment Bosch looked at himself and studied his shattered reflection.He thought of Mora studying his own face there.Bosch looked at his watch.It had already been thirty minutes since Mora had gone into the theater.He took out the radio.'One, how's he doin'?' 'He's still inside.How're you doing?' 'Just hanging around.Call if you need me.' 'Anything interesting on TV?' 'Not yet.' Then Rollenberger's voice came up.'Teams One and Six, let's drop the banter and use the radio for pertinent transmissions only.Team Leader, out.' Neither Bosch nor Sheehan acknowledged him.Bosch moved across the hallway into the other bedroom.This was where Mora slept.The bed was unmade and clothing was draped over a chair by the window.Bosch peeled some of the tape off his light to give him a wider swath of vision.On the wall over the bed he saw a portrait of Jesus, his eyes cast downward, his sacred heart visible in his chest.Bosch moved to the bed table and held the light briefly on a framed photo that stood next to the alarm clock.It was a young blonde woman and Mora.His ex-wife, he assumed.Her hair was bleached and Bosch recognized that she fit into the physical archetype of the victims.Was Mora killing his ex-wife over and over? he wondered again
[ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]