Bosch sat up on the couch.

“I… I was watching video in the boardroom and it got so late it wasn’t worth going home. What time is it now?”

“Almost seven but that still doesn’t explain why you’re in my office. When I left yesterday, I locked my door.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really.”

Bosch nodded and acted like he was still clearing his head. He was happy he’d put his picks back in his wallet after he’d opened the door. Gandle had the only couch in RHD.

“Maybe the office cleaners came by and forgot to lock it,” he offered.

“No, they don’t have a key. Look, Harry, I don’t mind people using the couch to sleep. But if the door is locked, it’s for a reason. I can’t have people opening my door after I’ve locked it.”

“You’re right, Lieutenant. You think maybe we can get a couch out in the squad?”

“I’ll work on it but that’s not the point.”

Bosch stood up.

“I get the point. I’m going back to work now.”

“Not so fast. Tell me about this video that kept you here all night.”

Bosch briefly explained what he had seen when he spent five hours viewing the two discs through the middle of the night and how John Li had unintentionally left behind what looked like a solid lead.

“You want me to set it up for you in the conference room”

“Why don’t you wait till your partner’s here. We can all look at it together. Go get some coffee first.”

Bosch left Gandle and walked through the squad room. It was an impersonal maze of cubicles and sound barriers. It whispered like an insurance office and the truth was, it was so quiet that at times Bosch had trouble concentrating. It was still deserted but would now start to fill up quickly. Gandle was always the first man in. He liked to set the precedent for the squad.

Harry went down to the cafeteria, which had opened at seven but was empty because the bulk of the police department’s personnel were still working out of Parker Center.