“Hollywood,” he said. “Is Rourke always such a stiff?” She turned east and smiled one of those smiles that made Bosch wonder whether she and Rourke had something going on. “When he wants,” she said. “He’s a good administrator, though. He runs the squad well. Always has been the leader type, I guess. I think he said he was in charge of a whole outfit or something when he was with the army. Over there in Saigon.” No way there was anything between them, he thought then. You don’t defend your lover by calling him a good administrator. There was nothing there.
