It was time. He knocked once on the door and entered. Rachel Walling looked up from the table. She had the photos spread out across it so she could view them all at once.He moved into the room and sat down across from her.“It looks like you like the photos,” he said.“There isn’t much else here,” she said.She waved her hand dismissively at the record of his work on the case. He nodded. She was right. He didn’t have jack.“You see anything? You said you could only give me an hour. I don’t want to—”“But you knew I would start to look at the photos and I’d get caught up in it. That’s why you called me, Harry.”“No, I called you because I’m desperate. I know this is the guy. I can put him in close proximity to both women. He was following them. He’s got the history and profile—the guy’s an apex predator. But after that, I’ve got nothing. So what have you got, Rachel? Can you help me or not?”She dropped her eyes from Bosch’s without answering. She returned her focus to the photos.
