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.Swann, we are going to record each session with you and then turn the tapes over to your attorney, who will hold them until we have a completed agreement.Is that understood and approved by you?”“Yes, it is,” Waits said.“Good,” Rider said.“Then let’s begin with an easy one.Can you state your name, birth date and place of birth for the record?”Waits leaned forward and made a face like he was stating the obvious to schoolchildren.“Raynard Waits,” he said impatiently.“Born November third, nineteen seventy-one, in the city of angles—oh, I mean angels.The city of angels.”“If you mean Los Angeles, could you please say it?”“Yes, Los Angeles.”“Thank you.Your first name is unusual.Could you spell it for the tape?”Waits complied.Again, it was a good move by Rider.It would make it even more difficult for the man in front of them to argue later that he had not knowingly lied during the interview.“Do you know where the name came from?”“My father pulled it out of his ass, I guess.I don’t know.I thought we were here to talk about dead people, not the piddly basic shit.”“We are, Mr.Waits.We are.”Bosch felt an enormous sense of relief inside.He knew that they were about to sit through a retelling of horrors but he felt they already had Waits caught in a lie that might spring a fatal trap on him.There was now a chance that he was not going to walk away from this to a private cell and a life of public maintenance and celebrity.“We want to take these in order,” Rider said.“Your attorney’s proffer suggests that the first homicide you were ever involved in was the death of Daniel Fitzpatrick in Hollywood on April thirtieth, nineteen ninety-two.Is that correct?”Waits answered with the sort of matter-of-fact demeanor one would expect from someone giving directions to the nearest gas station.His voice was cold and calm.“Yes, I burned him alive behind his security cage.It turned out that he wasn’t so secure back there.Not even with all of his guns.”“Why did you do that?”“Because I wanted to see if I could.I had been thinking about it for a long time and I just wanted to prove myself.”Bosch thought about what Rachel Walling had said to him the night before.She had called it a “spree killing.” It looked like she had been right.“What do you mean by ‘prove yourself,’ Mr.Waits?” Rider asked.“I mean there is a line out there that everybody thinks about but not many have the guts to cross.I wanted to see if I could cross it.”“When you say you had been thinking about it for a long time, had you been thinking about Mr.Fitzpatrick in particular?”Annoyance flared in Waits’s eyes.It was as if he were putting up with her.“No, you stupid cunt,” he replied calmly.“I had been thinking about killing someone.You understand? All my life I had wanted to do it.”Rider shook off the insult without a flinch and kept moving.“Why did you choose Daniel Fitzpatrick? Why did you choose that night?”“Well, because I was watching TV and I saw the whole city coming apart.It was chaos out there and I knew the police couldn’t do anything about it.It was a time when people were doing just what they wanted.I saw a guy on the tube talking about Hollywood Boulevard and how places were burning and I decided to go out to see it.I didn’t want the TV showing it to me.I wanted to see it for myself.”“Did you drive there?”“No, I could walk.Back then I lived on Fountain near LaBrea.I just walked up.”Rider had the Fitzpatrick file open in front of her.She glanced down at it for a moment while collecting her thoughts and formulating the next set of questions.That gave O’Shea the opportunity to jump in.“Where did the lighter fluid come from?” he asked.“Did you take it with you from your apartment?”Waits shifted his focus to O’Shea.“I thought the dyke was asking the questions,” he said.“We’re all asking the questions,” O’Shea said.“And could you please keep the personal attacks out of your responses?”“Not you, Mr.District Attorney.I don’t want to talk to you.Only her.And them.”He pointed to Bosch and Olivas.“Let me just back up a little bit before we get to the lighter fluid,” Rider said, smoothly pushing O’Shea to the side.“You said you walked up to Hollywood Boulevard from Fountain.Where did you go and what did you see?”Waits smiled and nodded at Rider.“I got that right, didn’t I?” he said.“I can always tell.I can always smell it on a woman, when she likes pussy.”“Mr.Swann,” Rider said, “can you please tell your client that this is about him answering our questions, not the other way around?”Swann put his hand on Waits’s left forearm, which was bound to the arm of his chair.“Ray,” he said.“Don’t play games.Just answer the questions.Remember, we want this.We brought it to them.It’s our show.”Bosch saw a slow burn move across Waits’s face as he turned and looked at his lawyer.But then it quickly disappeared and he looked back at Rider.“I saw the city burning, that’s what I saw.”He smiled after giving the answer.“It was like a Hieronymus Bosch painting.”He turned to Bosch as he said this.It froze Bosch for a moment.How did he know?Waits nodded toward Bosch’s chest.“It’s on your ID card.”Bosch had forgotten that they’d had to clip their IDs on once they entered the DA’s office.Rider moved in quickly with the next question.“Okay, which way did you walk once you got to Hollywood Boulevard?”“I took a right and headed east.The bigger fires were down that way.”“What was in your pockets?”The question seemed to give him pause.“I don’t know.I don’t remember.My keys, I guess.Cigarettes and a lighter, that was all.”“Did you have your wallet?”“No, I didn’t want to have ID with me.In case the police stopped me.”“Did you already have the lighter fluid with you?”“That’s right, I did.I thought I might join in the fun, help burn the city to the ground.Then I walked by that pawnshop and got a better idea.”“You saw Mr.Fitzpatrick?”“Yeah, I saw him.He was standing inside his security fence holding a shotgun.He also was wearing a holster like he was Wyatt Earp or something.”“Describe the pawnshop.”Waits shrugged.“A small place.It was called Irish Pawn.It had this neon sign out front that flashed a green three-leaf clover and then the three balls, you know, that are like the symbol for a pawnshop, I guess.Fitzpatrick was standing there, watching me when I passed by.”“And you kept walking?”“At first I did.I passed by and then I thought about the challenge, you know? How could I get to him without getting shot by that big fucking bazooka he was holding.”“What did you do?”“I took the can of EasyLight out of my jacket pocket and filled my mouth with it.Squirted it right in, like those flame breathers do on the Venice boardwalk.I then put the can away and got out a cigarette and my lighter.I don’t smoke anymore.It’s a terrible habit.”He looked at Bosch as he said this.“Then what?” Rider asked.“I went back to the asshole’s shop and walked into the alcove in front of the security fence.I acted like I was just looking for a blind to try to light my smoke.It was windy that night, you understand?”“Yes
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