The Last Coyote

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'Thoughts on what?' 'Well, on anything. On the incident.' 'On the incident? Yes, I have some thoughts.' She waited but he didn't continue. He had decided before he even got to Chinatown that this would be the way he would be. He'd make her have to pull every single word out of him.

'Could you share them with me, Detective Bosch?' she finally asked. 'That is the purpose of-'

'My thoughts are that this is bullshit. Total bullshit. That's the purpose. That's all.'

'No, wait. How do you mean, bullshit?'

'I mean, okay, I pushed the guy. I guess I hit him. I'm not sure exactly what happened but I'm not denying anything. So, fine, suspend me, transfer me, take it to a Board of Rights, whatever. But going this way is bullshit. ISL is bullshit. I mean, why do I have to come here three times a week to talk to you like I'm some kind of— you don't even know me, you don't know anything about me. Why do I have to talk to you? Why do you have to sign off on this?'

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