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Bosch cleared all the old mail and carpentry books off the dining room table and placed the binder and his own notebook on top of it.  He went to the stereo and loaded a compact disc, “Clifford Brown with Strings.”  He went to the kitchen and got an ashtray, then he sat down in front of the blue murder book and looked at it for a long time without moving.  The last time he’d had the file, he had barely looked at it as he skimmed through its many pages.  He hadn’t been ready then and had returned it to the archives.

This time, he wanted to be sure he was ready before he opened it, so he sat there for a long time just studying the cracked plastic cover as if it held some clue to his preparedness.  A memory crowded into his mind.  A boy of eleven in a swimming pool clinging to the steel ladder at the side, out of breath and crying, the tears disguised by the water that dripped out of his wet hair.  The boy felt scared.  Alone.  He felt as if the pool were an ocean that he must cross.
Brownie was working through  “Willow Weep for Me,” his trumpet as gentle as a portrait painter’s brush.  Bosch reached for the rubber band he had put around the binder five years earlier and it broke at his touch.  He hesitated only another moment before opening the binder and blowing off the dust.

The binder contained the case file on the October 28, 1961, homicide of Marjorie Phillips Lowe.  His mother.
The pages of the binder were brownish yellow and stiff with age.  As he looked at them and read them, Bosch was initially surprised at how little things had changed in nearly thirty-five years.  Many of the investigative forms in the binder were still currently in use.  The Preliminary Report and the Investigating Officer’s Chronological Record were the same as those presently used, save for word changes made to accommodate court rulings and political correctness.  Description boxes marked NEGRO had sometime along the line been changed to BLACK and then AFRICAN-AMERICAN.  The list of motivations on the Preliminary Case Screening chart did not include DOMESTIC VIOLENCE or HATRED/PREJUDICE classifications as they did now.  Interview summary sheets did not include boxes to be checked after Miranda warnings had been given.

But aside from those kinds of changes, the reports were the same and Bosch decided that homicide investigation was largely the same now as back then.  Of course, there had been incredible technological advances in the past thirty-five years but he believed there were some things that were always the same and always would remain the same.  The legwork, the art of interviewing and listening, knowing when to trust an instinct or a hunch.  Those were things that didn’t change, that couldn’t.

The case had been assigned to two investigators on the Hollywood homicide table.  Claude Eno and Jake McKittrick.  The reports they filed were in chronological order in the binder.  On their preliminary reports the victim was referred to by name, indicating she had immediately been identified.  A narrative on these pages said the victim was found in an alley behind the north side of Hollywood Boulevard between Vista and Gower.  Her skirt and undergarments had been ripped open by her attacker.  It was presumed that she had been sexually assaulted and strangled.  Her body had been dropped into an open trash bin located next to the rear door of a Hollywood souvenir store called Startime Gifts & Gags.  The body was discovered at 7:35 A.M. by a foot patrol officer who walked a beat on the Boulevard and usually checked the back alleys at the beginning of each shift.  The victim’s purse was not found with her but she was quickly identified because she was known to the beat officer.  On the continuation sheet it was made clear why she was known to him.

Victim had a previous history of loitering arrests in the Hollywood. (See AR 55-002, 55-913, 56-111, 59-056, 60-815, and 60-1121) Vice Detective Gilchrist and Stano described victim as a prostitute who periodically worked in the Hollywood area and had been repeatedly warned off.  Victim lived at El Rio Efficiency Apts., located two blocks northerly of crime scene.  It was believed that the victim had been currently involved in call girl prostitution activities.  R/O 1906 was able to make identification of the victim because of familiarity of having seen victim in the area in previous years.

Bosch looked at the reporting officer’s serial number.  He knew that 1906 belonged to a patrolman then who was now one of the most powerful men in the department.  Assistant Chief Irvin S. Irving.  Once Irving had confided to Bosch that he had known Marjorie Lowe and had been the one who found her.

Bosch lit a cigarette and read on.  The reports were sloppily written, perfunctory, and filled with careless misspellings.  In reading them, it was clear to Bosch that Eno and McKittrick did not invest much time in the case.  A prostitute was dead.  It was a risk that came with her job.  They had other fish to fry.

He noticed on the Death Investigation Report a box for listing the next of kin.  It said:

Hieronymus Bosch (Harry), son, age 11, McClaren Youth Hall.  Notification made 10/28-1500 hrs.  Custody of Department of Public Social Services since 7/60 — UM.  (See victim’s arrest reports 60-815 and 60-1121) Father unknown.  Son remains in custody pending foster placement.

Looking at the report, Bosch could easily decipher all of the abbreviations and translate what was written.  UM stood for unfit mother.  The irony was not lost on him even after so many years.  The boy had been taken from a presumably unfit mother and placed in an equally unfit system of child protection.  What he remembered most was the noise of the place.  Always loud.  Like a prison.

Bosch remembered McKittrick had been the one who came to tell him.  It was during the swimming period.  The indoor pool was frothing with waves as a hundred boys swam and splashed and yelled.  After being pulled from the water, Harry wore a white towel that had been washed and bleached so many times that it felt like cardboard over his shoulders.  McKittrick told him the news and he returned to the pool, his screams silenced beneath the waves.