He saw that Hardy had not moved from his chair but he was now smoking a cigarette. Chu was sitting on the arm of the couch, keeping watch.“I made him turn off the tank,” he said. “So he wouldn’t blow us all up.”“There’s nothing in the tank,” Bosch said.“What?”Bosch didn’t answer. He moved across the room until he was standing directly in front of Hardy.“Stand up.”Hardy looked up, confusion on his face.“I said stand up.”“What’s going on?”Bosch reached down with both hands, grabbed him by the shirt and yanked him up out of the chair. He spun him around and pushed him face-first against the wall.“Harry, what are you doing?” Chu asked. “He’s an old—”“It’s him,” Bosch said.“What?”“It’s the son, not the father.”Bosch pulled his handcuffs off his belt and bound Hardy’s arms behind his back.“Chilton Hardy, you’re under arrest for the murder of Lily Price.”Hardy said nothing as Bosch recited his Constitutional rights. He turned his cheek to the wall and even had a small smile on his face.“Harry, is the father upstairs?”
