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Kent.
    “Mrs. Kent,” he began, “we are very sorry for your loss and the trauma you have been through. But it is very urgent that we move quickly with the investigation. In a perfect world we would wait until you were ready to talk to us. But it’s not a perfect world. You know that better than we do now. We need to ask you questions about what happened here tonight.”
    She folded her arms across her chest and nodded that she understood.
    “Then let’s get started,” Bosch said. “Can you tell us what happened?”
    “Two men,” she responded tearfully. “I never saw them. I mean their faces. I never saw their faces. There was a knock at the door and I answered. There was no one there. Then when I started to close the door they were there. They jumped out. They had on masks and hoods—like a sweatshirt with a hood. They pushed their way in and they grabbed me. They had a knife and one of them grabbed me and held it against my throat. He told me he would cut my throat if I didn’t do exactly what he told me to do.”
    She lightly touched the bandage on her neck.
    “Do you remember what time this was?” Bosch asked.
    “It was almost six o’clock,” she said. “It had been dark for a while and I was about to start dinner. Stanley comes home most nights at seven. Unless he’s working down in the South County or up in the desert.”
    The reminder of her husband’s habits brought a new rush of tears into Alicia Kent’s eyes and voice. Bosch tried to keep her on point by moving to the next question. He thought he already detected a slowing down of her speech. The pill the paramedics gave her was taking effect.
    “What did the men do, Mrs. Kent?” he asked.
    “They took me to the bedroom. They made me sit down on the bed and take off all my clothes. Then they—one of them—started to ask me questions. I was scared. I guess I got hysterical and he slapped me and he yelled at me. He told me to calm down and answer his questions.”
    “What did he ask you?”
    “I can’t remember everything. I was so scared.”
    “Try, Mrs. Kent. It’s important. It will help us find your husband’s killers.”
    “He asked me if we had a gun and he asked me where the—”
    “Wait a minute, Mrs. Kent,” Bosch said. “Let’s go one at a time. He asked you if you had a gun. What did you tell him?”
    “I was scared. I said, yes, we had a gun. He asked where it was and I told him it was in the drawer by the bed on my husband’s side. It was the gun we got after you warned us about the dangers Stan faced with his job.”
    She said this last part while looking directly at Walling.
    “Weren’t you afraid that they would kill you with it?” Bosch asked. “Why did you tell them where the gun was?”
    Alicia Kent looked down at her hands.
    “I was sitting there naked. I was already sure they were going to rape me and kill me. I guess I thought it didn’t matter anymore.”
    Bosch nodded as if he understood.
    “What else did they ask you, Mrs. Kent?”
    “They wanted to know where the keys to the car were. I told them. I told them everything they wanted to know.”
    “Is that your car they were talking about?”
    “Yes, my car. In the garage. I keep the keys on the kitchen counter.”
    “I checked the garage. It’s empty.”
    “I heard the garage door—after they were here. They must’ve taken the car.”
    Brenner abruptly stood up.
    “We need to get this out,” he interjected. “Can you tell us what kind of car it is and the license plate number?”
    “It’s a Chrysler Three Hundred. I can’t remember the number. I could look it up in our insurance file.”
    Brenner held his hands up to stop her from getting up.
    “Not necessary. I’ll be able to get it. I’m going to call it in right away.”
    He got up to go to the kitchen to make the call without disturbing the interview. Bosch went back to his questions.
    “What else did they ask you, Mrs. Kent?”
    “They wanted our camera. The camera that