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Gonna rain like a bastard
tonight.

You're crazy.

Need it. Wash all the shit away.

A sprinkle at most.

What?

You think the game's gonna get
rained out?

Won't go nine, that's for sure.

What are you all of a sudden,

an amateur meteorologist?

It's about time.

FILMSERI.COM

Cat's shaking and baking, man.

I think he might have made me.

He's headed for the Metro.

If I hustle,
I can get up on him.

Should I sit on his car
in case he circles back?

What if he doesn't?
We got to take him tonight.

Backup?

See how it plays out.

Right behind you.

What's wrong with you, man?

Mariachi Plaza.

Carnal.

No te mes escondes.

Salga.

Despacio. Despacio.

LAPD. Policia.

Let me see your hands.

Show me your hands, hombre.

Manos.

Muestrame tus manos.

Rodilla.

Arrodilla te, ahora.

Freeze!

Here you are, sir.

Deputy Chief Irving.

Bosch.

Chief.

In God's name, Bosch.
Another one?

What the fuck happened?

All rise.

The United States District Court

for the Central District
of California,

the honorable Judge
Alvin M. Keyes presiding,

is now in session.

All persons with business
before the court,

please draw near,
and you shall be heard.

Be seated.

Good morning.

Ms. Chandler, Mr. Belk.

In the matter of Rosa Flores
versus the City of Los Angeles

and Hieronymus Bosch,

are we ready to continue
voir dire?

Yes, your honor.

The plaintiffs
are ready to proceed.

Defense is ready, your honor.

Very well, then.

Let me remind everyone,
the holidays are fast upon us.

I anticipate a jury impaneled
by the end of the day...

before we recess
for the weekend.

And it is my fervent hope

to conclude this entire
proceeding before Christmas

and not drag it willy-nilly
into the new year.

The clerk will call the next
group of prospective jurors.

Ladies and gentlemen,

please take your seats
in the jurors' box.

If you would please
remember your number

and keep your place so that
the attorneys know who's who.

Jury selection continued today
in federal court

in downtown Los Angeles
in the wrongful death civil suit

against veteran homicide
detective Harry Bosch.

Fuck me.

Though cleared of wrongdoing,

the family contends that Flores

was unarmed the night
that Bosch shot and killed him.

Scared him off, Sonny.

- I know him.
- You know that guy?

Mm-hmm.

Tom Farraday.

Former client?
After he paid your bill?

It's a long story.
Ask your lawyer. Ask Bulk.

Bulk?

Everybody calls Rodney "Bulk,"

for obvious reasons.

Everybody calls you "Money,"

for obvious reasons.

I know how to win.

Belk doesn't?

Never had to learn.

The only thing Rodney
needs to know is how to settle.

Speaking of which,

why didn't the city
settle this case?

Couple of hundred grand.
They do it every week.

I told them I'd get my own
lawyer if they tried to settle.

Raise a shit storm in the media.
Embarrass the department.

Big mistake, Bosch.

Maybe. We'll see.

You're fucked, my friend.

Any punitive damages

could come out of your pocket,
not the city's.

You know that, right?

I predict a nice round number.

A cool million.

You got that kind of money

stashed in a coffee can,
Detective?

You're not just brutal;
you're crooked too?

Your client's husband
was a rapist and a murderer.

Not proved.

She knew. She had to.

I'd like to see you
prove that too.

I'd like to see you
prove anything,

other than the one
incontrovertible fact

of this case:
you killed Roberto Flores.

And I'd do it again.

I know you would, Bosch.

I know you would.

And that's why we're here:

to stop you from doing it again

to someone else.

I'm on.

Stick around.

You might learn something.

'Tis the season.

Put this on your radar...

Well, there's a minor problem.

We'll keep our fingers crossed.

Press has been calling all day.

I'll be in touch
as soon as I hear.

Fuck them.

Chandler subpoenaed me.

We knew she would.

She never deposed me.

Worries me.

I think she's laying for me,
Harry.

Some kind of trap.

Just tell the truth, J. Edgar.

Oh, man.

Crate and Barrel,
just the guys I'm looking for.

Bosch, what are you doing here?

I thought you were on trial.

Recessed for the weekend.

I'm playing Santa Claus, Barrel.
Crate.

Lakers-Celtics. You shittin' me?

Saturday night.

We're up this weekend.

I'll take your rotation.

What's the catch?

No catch.
I've been in court all week.

Bored out of my mind.

Jury selection? Jesus.

The whole weekend?

Every shit call that comes in?
Even the decomps?

Every decomp.

Every holiday O.D., every
eggnog-induced cardiac arrest.

And Edgar's cool with that?

Let me worry about J. Edgar.

You want them or not?

Hell yeah.

Ho, ho, ho.

Harry, why'd you switch
with Crate and Barrel

and not check with me first?

I got plans, man.

I'm taking my kid
to Lion King tomorrow.

Relax. I got this.

Probably be a dry weekend.
Couple naturals, maybe a decomp.

I know how much
you hate a decomp.

It's the dry cleaning.
Stink gets in my suits.

You need to get a life, man.

Most guys would love
a stint on the DL.

Yeah, well,
I'm no good with downtime.

Yeah, well, what if you catch
a legit 187?

What then?

I'll handle it till you're done.

Harry Bosch. Edgar.

Lieutenant.

That bullet's gonna
kick your ass.

I thought you quit.

I thought I did too.

So what are you doing here,
Bosch?

Recessed for the weekend.

Just came by to check
my messages, you know.

No, I don't know.

You're off rotation
and on the inactive list

until there's a verdict,
so go home.

Now.

How'd jury selection go?

Four women, two men.

Two blacks, two whites,
One Asian, one Latino.

Not a West Side bleeding-heart
liberal cop-lover among them.

Who knows? It's a crapshoot.

So it goes.

Real fun starts on Monday.

Nobody else was there, Harry.

Nobody knows what you know.

Whole world likes
to second-guess a decision

You had to make
in 3/10 of a second.

- Good weekend.
- You too.

Arrodilla te, ahora.

Freeze!

Car's registered
to a Linda Foster.

Studio City. Assuming it's hers.

No purse, no ID.?

Didn't search it yet.

Waiting for you.

I mean, if it's a robbery...

Yeah, thanks for not
fucking up my scene, officer.

Coroners?

Be here within an hour.

Fuck it.
I'm gonna move the body.

- Wait, but...
- Don't worry.

I'll put it back.

Suicide.

Whoa.

Beautiful girl like that...

I mean, why?

A day like this,
who wouldn't want to live?

No matter what.

Bosch.

Hey, Harry,
How's it going up there?

About to clear.

Yeah, well, that time of year,
right?

Yeah. What's up?

Listen, I got a citizen
up in the hills,

His dog went for a romp
in the woods.

He came back with a bone.

Come on, Mank. Not a bone run.

Before you start
jumping all over my ass,

Could you just hear me out?

I'm not jumping
on anybody's ass.

Well, isn't that good to know?

The guy says it's human, Harry.

Yeah, well, it always is...

until it isn't.

You're right,
99 times out of 100.

Coyote, deer, cow, whatever.

But this guy,
he's a doctor, Harry.

Yeah, chiropractor?

He's an M.D., smart-ass,

And he says that it's a...
humerus,

upper arm bone.

So anyway, I was wondering,

You think you could humor us

And go check out this humerus?

Oh, come on, Harry.
That was fucking funny.

Hilarious, Mank.

Just give me the address.

Yeah, I see
What you're talking about.

Edge.

Bosch.

This is Dr. Guyot.
He found the bone.

To be accurate, my dog found it.

I called it in.

I was showing
the officer here...

The highlighted area

is the growth plate line.

If we compare it
to the recovered specimen,

This is a child's bone,
Detective.

No doubt about it.

Child's bone?

Yes.

How long have you
been retired, doctor?

Doesn't mean I don't know
a human bone when I see one.

I'm not questioning
your expertise.

You say it's a human bone,
I believe you, okay?

I'm just trying to get
the lay of the land here.

Did you happen to see
where she found it?

I didn't.

Way up the hill somewhere
in the woods.

Beautiful dog.
Golden retriever, right?

What's her name?

Calamity.

You guys can clear.
I can take it from here.

Keep it off the air.

Roger that.

So what can you tell me
about it?

- See the striation?
- Mm-hmm.

That's a break line, Detective.

A healed fracture.
Broken and mended.

A spiral fracture, usually from
severe twisting of the limb.

Rotation break.

Yes. Rotation break.

Rarely accidental.

I know.

You going up to take a look?

Give it a try.

Maybe an hour or so
of daylight left.

Julia Brasher.
I'm new in the division.

Harry Bosch.

Yeah, I know. I've heard of you.

I deny everything.

Look, sorry about butting in
with the doctor in there.

I know you were trying
to establish rapport,

and my timing's a bit off today.

Don't worry about it.

Listen, I don't know how long
I'm gonna be up there, and...

Forgot my light.

Oh, yeah. No problem. Use mine.

- Thanks.
- I can go up with you.

Got a hot shot, partner.
Double "D."

All right.

I hate domestic disputes,
Don't you?

Yes, I do. Especially my own.

Anyway, sorry about that.

Maybe next time.

It's okay.
I got another one in the car.

You can just get it
back to me whenever.

- Good luck.
- You too. Be careful.

Attractive woman.

For a cop.

For anyone.

Okay, doc.

Look, I can't climb that hill
and hold the dog.

So just unleash her,
and I'll do my best to keep up.

Fat chance.

Go get the bone, girl. Go.

Fuck.

Fuck, fuck.

Fuck.

Son of a bitch.

Sorry.

Wish I could write you something
For the pain,

But since I retired...

Oh, don't worry about it, doc.

I can deal with it.

You said there's a crime scene
Up there.

I found more bones.

Thought I was looking at twigs
at first.

Then I realized
I was looking at a hand.

A child's hand.

A child's hand.

Bosch. As I live and breathe.

Hard day?

Teresa.

You should have called.

Would you have answered?

I'm on my way out.

The mayor's holiday party.

You see, some of us
have to make nice

from time to time
with other human beings.

Five minutes. It's important.

Is that the same city shit box

that always left oil spots
on my beautiful driveway?

No.

I traded in that shit box
for a new one.

It's the humerus, The upper arm.

A juvenile.

That's what the doctor said.

Good for him.
He knows his stuff.

You okay?

I'm fine.

I'll leave Golliher a message.

I'll have him meet
the S.O.R.T. team

out at the site
as soon as it's light.

Great.

And I'll be there myself.

Is there a problem?

We don't even know
if it's a crime scene yet.

Don't you have anything better
to do on a Sunday?

Tomorrow?

No.

Okay, look, I'd like to keep
this thing low-profile.

I don't want it
on the 6 o'clock news.

Meaning?

Meaning I haven't seen you

at a scene without a video crew

since I don't remember when.

Low profile, I get it.

Now, you need to call
the reporting desk

and get that
to the coroner's office tonight.

How long you think
it's been in the ground?

Dr. Golliher will have
to make that determination.

Could you just call him?

I could run it by his house
right now.

You have your confirmation.

The bone is human.

Further examination and analysis

will take place
under the proper conditions

at the office.

I will see you tomorrow
at the scene.

Good-bye, Bosch.

I really wish
you'd forget where I live.

FILMSERI.COM

Why aren't you
answering your cell?

Died an hour ago.

Mine hasn't.

I come out of the movies,

I got messages from everybody

from the watch commander
to the coroner's office

telling me about some bone case
you're working up in the hills.

I was gonna call you.

Just wanted to check
missing persons first.

Unauthorized possession
of departmental property.

I could bust you on this alone,
Bosch.

Yeah, I guess you could.

What I really want to know is,

Who gave you permission to take
Johnson and Moore's rotation?

They had Lakers tickets.
I just offered to...

You gave them
the Lakers tickets.

Yeah, I guess I did.

You're in court
on Monday morning.

Harry, do you have any idea
how fucked-up this is?

I do. But I can handle it.

You need to focus
on your court case, detective.

Your future is on the line.

Anybody can sue anybody
in this world.

The department cleared me.

Do you think
that if a jury decides

that you killed an unarmed man

that it ends there
just because it's "civil"?

He wasn't unarmed.

Well, if Chandler
convinces them that he was,

do you think for one second

that Irving won't take you off
of the homicide table?

First of all, lieutenant,

we don't even know
what we have up there.

Could be decades old.

Exactly, which is why on Monday,

this goes to cold case.

No.

It stays with me.

I caught it. I keep it.

It's a hobby case, lieutenant.

We excavate the site tomorrow,

and then we evaluate.

I could be finished
with this court bullshit

before we even
get forensics back.

God damn it!

I need the work, Lieutenant.

This is the work I do.
You know this.

I know that if the captain
sees your name on the reports,

he will be shitting blood.

Tell the captain you got Edgar
working it while I'm in court.

I'll put his name on everything.

Harry, Harry, Harry.

Look, just...

take a look at this.

This is what we're looking for
in terms of color.

Spread an arm's distance apart
in one line

And move slowly
across each quadrant.

Slowly, got it? Take your time.

This ain't a contest.
We got all day.

All right, come on, let's go.

See your girlfriend's got
her cameraman with her.

Shut the fuck up.
She's not my girlfriend.

I thought you had
an arrangement.

She traded up.

You can film her, not me.

Don't touch the lens.

How about I toss you and your
whole fucking rig down the hill?

Sorry.

She said I could shoot
whatever I wanted.

She did, huh?

Teresa.

Bosch.

Glad to see you wore
your sensible shoes.

I'm not part
of your video record.

Got it?

Fine. Anything else?

You said you'd keep this
low-key.

That's what I said.

Then why are you dolled up
like the Channel 9 weather girl?

Hey, heard you need volunteers.

We could use you.

Check in with my partner
over there.

Roger that.

You found more bones?

Definitely a grave site.

So it's a homicide.

I can't think of a legit
reason to bury a body up here,

Especially a kid.

Right femur.

"City of bones."

The grid we laid down
is like the blocks of a city

So we know exactly
what was found where.

"In every murder
is the tale of a city."

Who said that?

I don't know.

Somebody.

You think it's true?

Yeah, I do.

Detective Bosch.

1989.

Found it near the left wing
of the pelvis.

Probably in our victim's pocket.

Pretty good marker.
puts us inside 25 years.

Two other things
I want to emphasize, Detective:

Grave depth
and location terrain.

Go ahead, doc.

Well, we have
a contradiction here.

This is a shallow grave.

Whoever buried this body
basically covered it over

with loose dirt and dry leaves,

Which suggests panic,
poor planning.

On the other hand,
the remote location,

the difficult terrain...

See what I'm saying?

Premeditation.

Yeah.

Decomp fluids
have destroyed the clothing,

but the canvas backpack
is largely intact.

So maybe burying it
with the body was a mistake.

Maybe.

The waistband is from a pair
of boy's underwear.

Pelvis assembly also indicates
we may have a male here.

Judging from the skeletal remains,

a child of about nine or ten.

Give me the trowel.

Brush.

Missing lower mandible.

No teeth on the upper.

Hmm, a dental I.D.
would be too easy.

Don't despair, detective.

Cranium shows clear evidence

of fracture lines
and surgical healing.

Hospital records.

Another indicator we're dealing

with relatively contemporary
bones.

Stellate fracture
on the occipital...

Blunt force trauma?

That's the most likely
explanation.

First thing in the morning.

I'd do the doctor first.

I'll text you
If anything comes up.

You know where to find me.

Up the slope, 20 off your six.

Flush him toward you.

All right, sounds like a plan.

Nature calls.

Meet you guys
At the bottom of the hill.

Oh, wait. Wait.

- Fuck a duck.
- You know this guy?

Reporter.
Saw him in court Friday.

- Look...
- Hey!

Nate Tyler.
I work for the Times.

Who told you about this?

How'd you know?

Nobody told me anything.

Bullshit.

I don't talk about my sources.

Good for you.
We should arrest your ass.

For what?

For being an all-around douche.

What's that?
That's a felony, isn't it?

Where I come from.

I'm reporting
on a criminal investigation...

No, you're messing
with a crime scene, asshole.

You're covering the trial.

Now you're up here
poking around?

You're covering me.

You're doing a hit piece.

You're doing a fucking
hit piece on me.

An unbiased feature story
on a cop who,

well, fair to say,
has a bit of a checkered past.

You can't write about this
up here, not now.

He's right.

You'll fuck it up.

You give us a chance
to find out what it is first.

You want to write about me?

Go ahead, motherfucker.

Take your best shot.

But if this is a viable case,

give us time to work it,
all right?

Okay.

Okay.

But when it breaks,

I want it first.

Half a day's jump
on everybody else.

All right,
when something breaks.

Look forward to hearing
from you, gentlemen.

Whoa, whoa, where the fuck
do you think you're going?

Down the hill.

No, that path is for
quthorized personnel only.

Back the way you came.

Well, no, I...

I thought you just made a deal
with him.

Fuck that guy.

We only make deals
with people we trust.

So we out of here?

We're out of here.

I got beaucoup shit to do.

All right.
Good work today, Boot.

Hey, thanks.

That was quite a day.

Could use a drink.

You like Musso and Frank's?

So, Brasher, you said
You were new in the division.

Three months.

Where were you before?

The Academy.

I know. I'm old.

Oh, I didn't say that.

Just wondered
why Edgar called you "Boot."

You don't seem like a rookie.

I just got the cop bug late.
You know?

Took me a little while

to figure out what I wanted
to do with my life.

So this is it? Dream come true?

For now.

Right, who could resist
all this?

So glamorous, police work.

You do your job.
You almost get yourself killed.

They drag you into court,

try to make you look
like Ted Bundy

when the other guy
really is Ted Bundy.

Worried about the trial?

I'm not worried
about what I did.

I know what I did was right.

Just worried what the jury
will think I did.

Anyway, fuck it.

You know, I still think

it's one of the last
noble callings.

What, police work?

Homicide, what you do.

Homicide's dull.

It's after the fact.

Shooting's over. Smoke clears.

We show up.

Doesn't sound dull to me.

Come on,
all the street adrenaline

You guys get every day?

High-speed freeway chases?

True.

Writing traffic tickets?
Rousting tranny hookers?

Telling tourists how to find
Grauman's Chinese?

Washing the puke out of the back
of your shamu

at the end of a shift?

How can homicide
compete with that?

No one told me you were funny.

I don't get enough credit.

To the Harry Bosch
that nobody knows.

No, but seriously,

What you do,
that's what I want to do.

Catch killers?

You take some genuinely
evil people off the board.

Sometimes. When we get lucky.

I think there's more to it
than luck.

And it counts, you know,

what you do.

It counts.

Ah, I hate mondays, man.

You and me both, brother.

Thanks, man.

Pounds and Chastain.

Must be my day.

Our fearless task force leader

and internal affairs.

Professional Standards Bureau,
Bosch.

Join the 21st century
with the rest of us, huh?

Whatever the fuck you guys
call yourselves these days.

The Rat Squad.

Here to put in the good word,
fellas?

Detective, you made your bed.
Nobody else but.

You look like shit, Bosch.

No, you do.

It's the pressure.
It's getting to you, huh?

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

And just so you know,
Money Chandler,

she didn't have to subpoena me.

I'd have been here anyway.
Bells on.

Pow.

- Bosch.
- Deputy Chief.

You been subpoenaed too?

I'm only here
to show my support.

Yeah.

You've got me wrong, Detective.

And you have to understand
something.

My primary objective
is to protect the reputation

of the Los Angeles
Police Department.

And we don't wash our laundry
in public,

especially not in federal court.

So you're not here
to hang me out to dry.

On the contrary.

The department exonerated you.

They had to.
It was a good shooting.

All rise for the jury.

How was your weekend?

Suicide, possible child murder.

How was yours?

Well, quiet.

Very quiet.

Worked on my opening.

- Is it good?
- Mm-hmm.

Please be seated.

We will begin today
with opening statements.

These are not to be construed
as actual evidence.

It is up to you
ladies and gentlemen,

as adjudicators of fact,

to decide
if what the attorneys allege

in these opening statements

is proven during the course
of this trial.

Ms. Chandler,
you may address the jury.

Thank you, Your Honor.

Good morning.

Judge Keyes is quite right.

You, ladies and gentlemen,
will be deciding the merits

of the case that I will be
presenting to you

on behalf of my clients,
Rosa Flores

and her daughter, Elena.

And you will be deciding it
based on actual evidence.

I promise you that.

This case is about
the fatal shooting

of a man named Roberto Flores,

a loving husband and father.

This case is about the officer
who shot Roberto Flores

and took his life.

This case is about that officer

sitting at the defendant's table,

Harry Bosch.

Hiding behind the color of law,

on a rainy November evening
two years ago,

Detective Bosch shot
and killed Roberto Flores.

Roberto Flores was unarmed.

He offered no resistance.

He posed no threat.

We will prove
that in a moment of hatred,

Detective Bosch shot and killed
an unarmed, innocent man.

Then he planted a gun
on the victim

to cover it up and try to
justify his murderous actions.

Detective Bosch shot dead a man
he thought was a serial killer.

There was no legal basis
for that belief.

Mr. Flores hadn't been arrested
or charged with any crime.

Mr. Flores
had no criminal record.

There was no reason
for Detective Bosch

to stalk Roberto Flores
that night,

no reason to deprive him
of due process,

and no reason
to kill him in cold blood.

The philosopher
Friedrich Nietzsche said,

"He who fights monsters

"should take care he does not
become a monster himself.

"For when you look
into the abyss,

the abyss looks into you."

Ladies and gentlemen,
that's what this case is about.

Detective Bosch has looked
into the abyss more than once.

And on that November evening
when he killed Roberto Flores,

the abyss looked into him.

But thanks to you,

Roberto Flores will finally
have his day in court,

and you can right a great wrong

done to him

and to his family.

Thank you.

Mr. Belk.

Ladies and gentlemen,

Ms. Chandler quoted Nietzsche.

Allow me to quote Sun Tzu,
The Art of War.

When Detective Bosch
encountered Roberto Flores

in that dark, rainy alley
two years ago,

he entered what Sun Tzu referred
to as "the dying ground."

Detective Bosch had to make
a split-second decision:

fight or perish.

Shoot or be shot.

For us to second-guess
his actions now is impossible

and unfair.

We weren't there.

We didn't have to make
that decision.

The facts will show

that Mr. Flores ignored
Detective Bosch's command

to put up his hands,

to keep them in plain sight,

ignored his command to freeze.

And the facts will show

that Mr. Flores was armed.

- Hey.
- How'd it go?

Pfft. You?

Knocked on a few doors.
Nothing yet.

Golliher's ready for us,
if you're up for it.

After this bullshit?

Morgue will be
a breath of fresh air.

Yeah.

We recovered about 60%
of the skeleton at the site.

Given the shallow nature
of the grave,

the rest of the remains were
no doubt scattered by animals

over the years.

Is that enough? 60%?

More than enough in this case,
Detective.

More than enough.

Tell us what you got, doc.

Let's start with the basics.

Young male caucasoid.

Comparison to Maresh
growth standard indices

puts his age at approximately
ten years old.

But this child was a victim

of severe,
prolonged physical abuse.

Victims of chronic abuse
often suffer growth disruption,

abuse-related stunting,
that skews age estimation.

What you get is a skeleton

that's smaller
than it should be.

The long limb bones are shorter
than one would expect.

How old is he, really?

I would say, best guess,
12 or 13.

Time of death? We have the coin.

Which gives us
the early parameter of 1989.

So you think he's been
in the ground since then?

25 years?

Well, we have surgical evidence

that supports the estimation
of 18 to 24 years.

Cause of death?

Let's save cause of death
for last.

Before we get to that,

I want to give you an idea
of what this boy had to endure

during his short lifetime.

All right,
tell it your way, doc.

Well, even with partial remains,

we have definitive proof

of tremendous skeletal trauma
and chronic abuse.

Bones heal themselves.

And through the study
of bone regeneration,

we can establish
a history of abuse.

On these bones
are multiple lesions

in different stages of healing,

fractures old and new.

We only have two
of the four extremities,

but both of them show
multiple instances of trauma.

I counted 44 distinct locations

indicating separate trauma
in various stages of healing.

Jesus Christ. 44?

And that's just the bones.

The damage that would have been
inflicted on his vital organs

and tissue
must have been tremendous.

Without a doubt, somebody kicked
the shit out of this kid

on a daily basis.

Let me show you something.

The femur, the upper thigh.

This line here,
where the color changes,

is one of the lesions.

This boy suffered
a powerful blow

in the weeks before his death.

It didn't break the bone,
but it damaged it.

Would no doubt have caused
bruising and affected his walk.

Somebody must have noticed.

You would think.

The right humerus

shows two separate
and healed breaks,

one spiral fracture, one bucket.

Spiral fractures are the result
of twisting the arm

with great force.

Bucket fractures result
from pulling the arm

with the same kind of violence.

Now, the ulna,

the lower arm,

shows a healed
latitudinal fracture,

a parry fracture.

The break caused
a slight deviation

on the attitude of the bone.

Explain what that means
to my partner.

It means the bone
was allowed to heal

in place after the injury.

Nobody took him to a doctor.

Apparently not.

It's a common accidental injury,

but it can also be
a defensive one.

Ward off a blow
with the forearm.

Because of the lack
of medical attention,

my supposition is that this
was not an accidental injury

but, rather,
part of the abuse pattern.

I got to take a leak.
Keep going.

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