What Kennedy, Soto, and Tapscott could not
know was what Bosch knew in the deepest, darkest part of his heart. That he had
not planted evidence against Borders. That he had never planted evidence
against any suspect or adversary in his life. And this knowledge gave Bosch an
affirming jolt of adrenaline and purpose. He knew there were two kinds of truth
in this world. The truth that was the unalterable bedrock of one’s life and
mission. And the other, malleable truth of politicians, charlatans, corrupt
lawyers, and their clients, bent and molded to serve whatever purpose was at
hand.
Borders, either with or without his
attorney’s knowledge, had lied to Soto and Tapscott at San Quentin. In doing
so, he had corrupted their investigation from the start. It confirmed for Bosch
that this was a scam and that it was up to him to root out those who plotted
against him wherever they were. He was coming for them now. The weight and
guilt of possibly having made a horrible mistake so long ago was lifted.
It was Bosch who felt like the man proven
innocent and released from a cage. (ibid, pp. 128-129)
therefore, the two kinds of truth, are the
truth derived from scientific evidence, and the truth derived from personal
conviction (2017-11-12, 7:15 AM)
