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.“I ended up on the ground with Olivas on top of me.I was worried about where Waits was, not O’Shea.I don’t know where O’Shea was.All I can tell you is that he wasn’t in my picture.He was behind me somewhere.”“Maybe that’s what Corvin had on the tape.O’Shea running away like a coward.”Randolph’s use of the word coward sparked something in Bosch.He now remembered.From on top of the embankment Waits had called someone, presumably O’Shea, a coward.Bosch remembered hearing the sound of running behind him.O’Shea had run.Bosch thought about this.First of all, O’Shea had no weapon with which to protect himself from the man he was going to put in prison for life.By all rights, running from the gun would not be unexpected or unreasonable.It would have been an act of self-preservation, not cowardice.But since O’Shea was a candidate for top prosecutor in the county, running away under any circumstances would probably not look so good—especially if it was on video on the six o’clock news.“I remember now,” Bosch said.“Waits called somebody a coward for running.It must’ve been O’Shea.”“Mystery solved,” Randolph said.Bosch turned back to the monitor.“Can we back it up and look at that last part again?” he asked.“Just before it cuts off, I mean.”Osani worked the video and they watched it silently from the moment Waits was uncuffed for the second time.“Can you stop it right before the cut?” Bosch asked.Osani froze the image on the screen.It showed Waits past the halfway point on the ladder and Olivas reaching down to grab him.The angle of Olivas’s body had caused his windbreaker to fall open.Bosch could see his pistol in a pancake holster on his left hip, grips out so that he could take the gun with an across-the-body pull.Bosch stood up and walked to the monitor.He took out a pen and tapped it on the screen.“You notice that?” he said.“It looks like he’s got the snap on his holster open.”Randolph and Osani studied the screen.The safety snap was something they obviously hadn’t noticed before.“Could’ve been that he wanted to be ready if the prisoner made a move,” Osani said.“It’s within regs.”Neither Bosch nor Randolph responded.Whether it fell within department regulations or not, it was a curiosity that could not be explained, since Olivas was dead.“You can turn it off, Reg,” Randolph finally said.“No, can you show it one more time?” Bosch asked.“Just this part at the ladder.”Randolph nodded to Osani and the tape was backed up and replayed.Bosch tried to use the images on the monitor to build momentum and carry him into his own memory of what happened when Waits got to the top.He remembered looking up and watching Olivas being swung around so that his back was to those below and there was no clear shot at Waits.He now remembered wondering where Kiz was and why she wasn’t reacting.Then there were shots and Olivas was falling backwards down the ladder toward him.Bosch raised his hands to try to lessen the impact.On the ground with Olivas on top of him he heard more shots and then the yelling.The yelling.Forgotten in all the adrenaline rush and panic.Waits had come to the precipice and fired down at them.And he had yelled.He called O’Shea a coward for running.But he had said more than just that.“Run, you coward! How’s your bullshit deal looking now?”Bosch had forgotten the taunt in the commotion and confusion of the shooting, escape and effort to save Kiz Rider.In the charge of fear that came with those moments.What did that mean? What was Waits saying by calling the agreement a “bullshit deal”?“What is it?” Randolph asked.Bosch looked at him, coming out of his thoughts.“Nothing.I was just trying to concentrate on what happened during the moments where there’s no tape.”“It looked like you remembered something.”“I just remembered how close I came to getting killed like Olivas and Doolan.Olivas landed on me.He ended up shielding me.”Randolph nodded.Bosch wanted to get out of there.He wanted to take his discovery—“How’s your bullshit deal looking now?”—and work it.He wanted to grind it down to a powder and analyze it under the microscope.“Lieutenant, you have anything else for me right now?”“Not right now.”“Then I’m going to go.Call me if you need me.”“You call me when you remember what you can’t remember.”He gave Bosch a knowing look.Bosch looked away.“Right.”Bosch left the OIS office and went out to the elevator lobby
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