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it would come in handy.
    The DMV clerk finally came back on the line and said there was no driver’s license presently issued to a Johnny Fox with the birth date Bosch had provided.
    “Anything close?”
    “No, honey.”
    “That’s Lieutenant, miss,” Bosch said sternly. “Lieutenant Pounds.”
    “That’s Ms., Lieutenant. Ms. Sharp.”
    “And I bet you are. Tell me, Ms. Sharp, how far back does that computer run go?”
    “Seven years. Anything else?”
    “How do I check the years before that?”
    “You don’t. If you want a hand records search you drop us a letter, Loo-ten-ANT. It will take ten to fourteen days. In your case, count on the fourteen. Anything else?”
    “No, but I don’t like your demeanor.”
    “That makes us even. Good-bye.”
    Bosch laughed out loud after flipping the phone closed. He was sure now that trace wouldn’t get lost in the process. Ms. Sharpe would see to that. The name Pounds would probably be on the top of the list when it came in to Parker Center. He dialed Edgar’s number on the homicide table next and caught him before he had left the bureau for the day.
    “Harry, what’s up?”
    “You busy?”
    “No. Nothing new.”
    “Can you run a name for me? I already did DMV but I need somebody to do the computer.”
    “Uh…”
    “Look, can you or can’t you? If you’re worried about Pounds, then—”
    “Hey, Harry, cool it. What’s wrong with you, man? I didn’t say I couldn’t do it. Just give me the name.”
    Bosch couldn’t understand why Edgar’s attitude enraged him. He took a breath and tried to calm down.
    “The name’s John Fox. Johnny Fox.”
    “Shit, there’s going to be a hundred John Foxes. You got a DOB?”
    “Yeah, I got a DOB.”
    Bosch checked his notebook again and gave it to him.
    “What’d he do to you? Say, how you doing?”
    “Funny. I’ll tell you later. You going to run it?”
    “Yes, I said I’ll do it.”
    “Okay, you got my portable number. If you can’t get through, leave me a message at home.”
    “When I can get to it, Harry.”
    “What, you said nothing’s happening.”
    “Nothing is, but I’m working, man. I can’t be running around doing shit for you all the time.”
    Bosch was stunned into a short moment of silence.
    “Hey, Jerry, fuck you, I’ll do it myself.”
    “Look, Harry, I’m not saying I’m—”
    “No, I mean it. Never mind. I don’t want to compromise you with your new partner or your fearless leader. I mean after all, that’s what it’s about, isn’t it? So don’t give me this shit about working. You’re not working. You’re about to go out the door for home and you know it. Or wait a minute, maybe it’s drinks with Burnsie again tonight.”
    “Harry—”
    “Take care, man.”
    Bosch flipped the phone closed and sat there letting the anger work out of him like heat from the grill of a radiator. The phone rang while it was still in his hand and he immediately felt better. He flipped it open.
    “Look, I’m sorry, okay?” he said. “Forget it.”
    There was a long silence.
    “Hello?”
    It was a woman’s voice. Bosch felt immediately embarrassed.
    “Yes?”
    “Detective Bosch?”
    “Yes, I’m sorry, I thought it was someone else.”
    “Like who?”
    “Who is this?”
    “It’s Dr. Hinojos.”
    “Oh.” Bosch closed his eyes and the anger came back. “What can I do for you?”
    “I was just calling to remind you that we have a session tomorrow. Three-thirty. You will be there?”
    “I don’t have a choice, remember? And you don’t have to call to remind me about our sessions. Believe it or not, I have an appointment calendar, a watch, an alarm clock, all of that stuff now.”
    He immediately thought he had gone over the top with the sarcasm.
    “Sounds like I caught you at a bad time. I’ll let—”
    “You did.”
    “—you go. See you tomorrow, Detective Bosch.”
    “Good-bye.”
    He snapped the phone closed again and dropped it on the seat. He started the car. He