Everyone was oblivious to the seething hatred and anger that churned in other parts of the city — beneath the surface like an undiscovered fault line waiting to open up and swallow all above.
He didn’t understand why he always saw people typing feverishly on their phones. He was sure it was some sort of warning, a sign of the decline
He knew evil could never be vanquished. It just moved from one place to another and waited.
He taught Bosch early on that in society all victims are not created equal, but to the true detective they must be.
He took the 101 out to the Valley and then the 405 north to the 118 and west. He got off in Chatsworth and drove into the rocky bluffs at the top corner of the Valley.
He was a worn-out old man whose eyes had quit caring about anything but the odds on three-year-olds.
His eyes strayed past us to the television. On the program they were now selling a glove with small rubber bristles on the palm for grooming pets. I know what else you could use that for, Adkins said....
Hollywood Boulevard curved in and out along the mountain’s edge. The house she stood on was at a sharp bend around a blind curve. Ballard spotted a house on the curve that had a camera ostensibly aime...
Hopper’s Nighthawks.
How’s the victim doing? Victim?
I crawled up the embankment to Earl. I knew right away that he was dead.
I have always had the suspicion that officers assigned to front desk duty were chosen by cunning supervisors because of their skills in obfuscation and disinformation.
I knew, thanks to the notations on the map page, that one side of the triangle—Zzyzx to the airport in Vegas—was 92 miles. That left 236 miles for the remaining two sides. That number could be divided...
I opened
I suspected that Judge Leggoe would go along to get along.
I view people two ways. They're either eye-for-an-eye people or they are turn-the-cheek people.
In the morning, Bosch sat on the rear deck of his house and watched the sun come up over the Cahuenga Pass. It burned away the morning fog and bathed the wildflowers on the hillside that had burned th...
It was every detective’s nightmare. The worst-case scenario. A lead ignored or bungled, allowing something awful to be loose in the world. Something dark and evil, destroying life after life as it mov...
It's my policy. -Harry Bosch
It's only a wonderful world if you can make it that way. There are no street signs pointing to Paradise Road.
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