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while he did this. He was back on the job with her less than a day and they had already dropped back into the easy rhythm of their prior partnership. He was happy.
    “Hey, what’s Jerry Edgar up to?” he asked.
    “I don’t know. I haven’t talked to him in a while. We never really got over that thing.”
    Bosch nodded. When Bosch had worked at Hollywood Division with Rider the homicide table had been divided into teams of three. Jerry Edgar had been the third partner. Then Bosch retired and soon after Rider was promoted downtown. It left Edgar still in Hollywood, feeling isolated and passed over. And now that Bosch and Rider were working again and assigned to RHD, there had been only silence from Edgar.
    “What were you going to say, Harry, when the food came?”
    “Just that you’re right. We’ll need more. One thing I was thinking was that I heard that since Nine-Eleven and the Patriot Act it’s easier for us to get a wiretap.”
    She ate a piece of shrimp before responding.
    “Yes, that’s true. It’s one of the things I was monitoring for the chief. Our request filings have gone up about three thousand percent. The approvals are way up, too. The word’s sort of gotten around that this is a tool we can use now. How is it going to work here?”
    “I was thinking we put a tap on Mackey and then we plant a story in the paper. You know, it says we’re working the case again, mention the gun, maybe mention the DNA-you know, something new. Not that we have a match but that we
could
get a match. Then we sit back and watch him and listen to him and see what happens. We could follow up by paying him a visit, see if that stirs things up any.”
    Rider thought about this while eating a pork chop with her fingers. She seemed uneasy about something and it couldn’t be the food.
    “What?” Bosch asked.
    “Who would he call?”
    “I don’t know. Whoever he did it with or did it for.”
    Rider nodded thoughtfully while chewing.
    “I don’t know, Harry. You’re back on the job less than a day after three years in the fun and sun and already you are reading things into a case I don’t see. I guess you are still the teacher.”
    “You’re just rusty from sitting up there behind a big desk on six.”
    “I’m serious.”
    “So am I. Sort of. I think I’ve waited so long for this that I’m sort of on full alert, I guess.”
    “Just tell me how you see this, Harry. You don’t have to make up excuses for your instincts.”
    “I actually don’t see it yet and that’s part of the problem. Roland Mackey’s name is nowhere in that book and that’s a problem starting out the door. We know he was in the vicinity but we have nothing connecting him to the victim.”
    “What are you talking about? We have the gun with his DNA in it.”
    “The blood connects him to the gun, not the girl. You read the book. We can’t prove his DNA was deposited at the time of the killing. That single report could blow this whole case out of the water. It’s a big hole, Kiz. So big a jury could drive through it. All Mackey has to do at trial is get up there on the stand and say, ‘Yeah, I stole the gun during a burglary on Winnetka. I then went up into the hills and shot it a few times, and I was making like Mel Gibson and the next thing I knew the damn thing bit me, took a chunk right out of my hand. I never saw that happen to Mel before. So I got so mad I threw that damn gun into the bushes and went home to get some Band-Aids.’ The SID report-our
own
damn report-backs him up and that is the end of it.”
    Rider didn’t smile during the story at all. He could tell she was seeing his point.
    “That’s all he has to say, Kiz, and he’s got reasonable doubt and we can’t prove otherwise. We’ve got no prints at the scene, we’ve got no hair, no fiber, we’ve got nothing. But added to this we do have his profile. And if you looked at his sheet before we were on this and knew about the DNA you would have never pegged this