Angels Flight
Chapter One
The word sounded alien in his mouth, as if spoken by someone else.
There was an urgency in his own voice that Bosch didn't recognize.
The simple hello he had whispered into the telephone was full of
hope, almost desperation. But the voice that came back to him was
not the one he needed to hear.
"Detective Bosch?"
For a moment Bosch felt foolish. He wondered if the caller had
recognized the faltering of his voice.
"This is Lieutenant Michael Tulin. Is this Bosch?"
The name meant nothing to Bosch and his momentary concern about how
he sounded was ripped away as an awful dread stole quickly into his
mind.
"This is Bosch. What is it? What's wrong?"
"Hold please for Deputy Chief Irving."
"What is-"
The caller clicked off and there was only silence. Bosch remembered
who Tulin was now-Irving's adjutant. Bosch stood still and waited.
He looked around the kitchen, only the dim oven light on. With one
hand he held the phone hard against his ear, the other he
instinctively brought up to his stomach, where fear and dread were
twisting together. He looked at the glowing numbers on the stove
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