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He went farther back in the warehouse and came around a tall stack of pallets and found a van facing a rear garage door. The van was unlocked and the rear cargo section was stacked with three-foot-long cardboard boxes marked as carrying composite brake pads. Bosch carefully opened one of these and saw that it contained two Hydra rockets nesting side by side in straw.
Bosch pulled the satellite phone from his jacket pocket. He realized that he didn’t want to make the call inside the warehouse. He walked back out to the parking area and scrolled through the phone’s recent-calls list until he saw a number starting with 213 and guessed it might belong to assistant US attorney Cutler. He clicked on it. The call was answered right away, and Bosch heard Cutler’s voice.
“I’m still waiting on approvals from Washington.”
“It’s Bosch.”
“Bosch? What phone is this? How did you get it?”
“I took it from Novak.”
“You’re with Novak?”
“Not at the moment.”
“Wait, what is going on, Bosch?”
“You got a pen? I’m going to give you some addresses.”
“What addresses?”
“I’ll explain. Just write them down.”
He gave the San Fernando Road address first.
“It’s a factory called B, as in boy, and D, as in David, Brakes,” Bosch said. “They make brake pads. The missiles you’re looking for are in the back of the factory.”
“The missiles?” Cutler exclaimed. “How do you know this?”
“Because I was just looking at them. They’re on a forklift in the parachute crates, and the Hydra rockets are in brake-pad boxes in the back of a van.”
“You’re telling me that you’re there at this location right now?”
“That’s what I just said. Here’s another address to write down.” He gave him the address of the house on Lakeridge Drive.
“Is that where Novak is?”
“No, but it’s where he’s been the past week. It’s his ex-wife’s place. You’ll find Marek’s body there, along with the bodies of the ex-wife and her husband. The guy you were making a deal with killed them all.”
“Jesus Christ. But where is Novak?”
“You’ll find him at MacLaren Hall. I left him in the hollow space under the stairs in the main hallway.”
“Is he alive, Bosch?”
“He was when I left him there a couple hours ago.”
“You left him there alone?”
“I did. But don’t worry, he’s not going anywhere.”
“How did you find him?”
“Chimes.”
“What chimes?”
“It’s a long story. You should get people heading to these locations. I’ll be here at B and D waiting for them.”
