“Yes. I have a passkey to all the apartments. I used it.”

Bosch glanced over at the front door and saw the security chain hanging on the jamb.

“The chain wasn’t on?”

“No, no chain.”

“Did she pay her rent or did somebody pay it for her?”

It was always good to throw in a changeup, something unexpected at the interview subject.

“Uh, she paid. She always paid with a check.”

“What about boyfriends?”

“I don’t know. I don’t spy on my tenants. The Orchidia offers privacy. I don’t intrude.”

“What about girlfriends?”

“Same answer, Detective. I don’t-”

“Mr. Wojciechowski, when did you come into the apartment and find her?”

The landlord seemed a little confused by the way the questions jumped around.

“It would have been about ten fifteen. I had watched the beginning of the news on channel five-Hal Fishman. Her coach called again and I finally said I would check on her just so they would stop calling.”

“When you came in, were the lights on?”

Wojciechowski didn’t answer as he contemplated the question.

“Think about when you entered. What did you see? Could you see anything or did you have to put on the lights?”

“I could see the light at the end of the hall. Her bedroom. The light was on.”

Bosch nodded.

“Okay, Mr. Wojciechowski, that will be enough for now. We may have to talk later.”

He watched the little man walk out of the apartment. Edgar came up close to him then so that they could speak quietly.

“I don’t like that look in your eyes, Harry. I’ve seen it before.”

“And?”

“It tells me you’re in love. You want this to be something it’s not.”

“The chain wasn’t on the door.”

“So what? She was being considerate. She knew she was going to check out and she didn’t want anybody to have to break down the door. We’ve seen that a hundred times before, easy.”