"sad about a man she had never met. She poured syrup over her short stack and started to eat anyway. "So, did you stay in touch after the academy?" she asked. "Not really," Bosch said. "We were close then, and there were class reunions, but we were on different tracks. It wasn't like now with social media and all of that Facebook stuff. He was up in the Valley and came to Hollywood after I'd left." Ballard nodded and picked at her food. The pancakes were getting soggy and more unappetizing. She moved her fork to the eggs. "I've been meaning to ask you about King and Carswell," she said. "I assume you or Soto talked to them at the start of this." "Lucia did," Bosch said. "One of them, at least. King retired about five years ago and moved to East Bumfuck, Idaho--somewhere out in the woods with no phone and no internet. He went completely off the grid. She got the PO box where his pension checks go and sent him a letter asking for an interview on the case. She's still waiting for an answer. Carswell also retired and he took a gig as an investigator with the Orange County D.A. Lucia went down and talked to him but he wasn't a font of new information. He barely remembered the case and told her everything he did know was in the murder book. It didn't sound as though he wanted to talk about a case he didn't close. I'm sure you know the type." "Yeah--'If I can't close it, nobody else can.' What about Adam Sands, the boyfriend. Either of you do a fresh interview?" "We couldn't. He died in 2014 of an overdose." Ballard nodded. It wasn't a surprising end for Sands but it was a disappointment because he could have been helpful in setting the scene that Daisy Clayton lived and died in and in providing the names of other runaways and acquaintances. Ballard was beginning to see why Bosch wanted to locate the field interview cards. It might be their only hope. "Anything else?" she asked. "I take"