Bosch didn’t say anything. He didn’t want to accuse her of lying. Maybe Jardine, the security guy, had simply missed her during his survey of the video screens. He stared at the ceiling, wondering what to say next.
“I know that you called there looking for me,” Eleanor said. “I knew Tom Jardine in Las Vegas. He used to work at the Flamingo. He lied when you called. He came to me first.
Bosch closed his eyes and remained silent.Босх закрыл глаза, но промолчал.“I’m sorry, Harry, I just didn’t want to have to deal with you then.”— Извини, Гарри. Просто не хотелось разбираться еще и с тобой.“Deal with me?”— Разбираться со мной?“You know what I mean.”— Ты понимаешь, что я имею в виду.“Not really, Eleanor. How come you didn’t answer my message when you got home?”— Не совсем. Почему ты не ответила на мое сообщение, когда вернулась домой?“What message?”