Page 120 of Resurrection Walk

“Don’t say anything here,” I said. “Let’s go out and grab a conference room.”

We exited the courtroom. The hall was empty. No sign of Maggie. We walked to an attorney meeting room that was one courtroom down, a small space with a table and chairs and four windowless walls. I felt claustrophobic as soon as we walked in.

“Sit down,” I said. “Harry, I don’t know what you’re thinking, but let it go. The cop who wrote that report was full of shit and so are Maggie and Morris. Fuck them.”

“How did she know about UCLA?” Bosch said. “That could not possibly be discovery stuff. She —”

“I’m sorry, man. That’s on me. Last time we had dinner together with Hayley, I mentioned that you were working for me and that I’d gotten you into that trial. It was before she even took the job with the AG. I can’t believe she used it. I’m sorry, Harry.”

Bosch shook his head.

“Well,” he said. “How bad does it hurt us?”

“I don’t know,” I said. “I think the judge could see that you don’t have any kind of problem. The whole thing is bullshit. And what it shows is that their so-called geofencing expert had to resort to character assassination because she could find nothing wrong with your direct testimony about geofencing. That’s not going to be lost on the judge.”

I took out my phone, turned it on, and waited for it to boot up.

“It’s always been the defense lawyers who pulled that kill-the-messenger sort of shit,” Bosch said. “Not the DA, not the AG.”

“It was low,” I said. “And I’m going to make sure she knows it.”

“Don’t bother. It’s over. Have we heard anything from Applied Forensics?”

“Shami’s over there. Last I heard they’re still working on it.”

I opened up a text to Maggie and started typing.

Now I know why you didn’t invite Hayley to watch us in court. That was low, Mags. How could you do that?

I reread what I had typed and then sent it. I checked my watch. We needed to get back into the courtroom in five minutes.

“Okay, are you good?” I asked.

“I’m fine,” Bosch said. “But I don’t think my saying I don’t get lost while driving is going to be enough to fix the damage.”

“It’s the best I could come up with on the spot. But it’s not just about that. You testified thoroughly and professionally last week. You were in complete command of the cell-tower data and the judge saw and heard that. She won’t make any decision based on what just happened. I think we’re fine. What I need now is for you to go find Frank Silver and bring him in. We’re going to need him to testify if and when we get the results from Shami.”

“What about Sanger?”

“She’s last — after we have the DNA.”

“And MacIsaac?”

“No MacIsaac. I’m not going that route.”

“What? I thought this whole thing was to get the judge to —”

“All of that’s changed. We’ll never get MacIsaac on the stand, so we go without him.”

“How do you know she won’t order him to testify?”

“Because he paid me a visit last night.”

“What?”

“After dinner, when I got home, he was sitting on my porch. He’s working undercover on a national-security thing and they’re not going to let him near the courthouse.”

“Bullshit. They use that national-security crap anytime they don’t want to —”

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