Thanks to the many police officers who over the years have given me an insight into their jobs and lives. I also want to ackowledge Tom Mangold
Talking about. I am trying to prepare a defense strategy here
Might be followed. They were the hunters, not the prey. Bosch wondered what Lewis and Clarke were doing. Did they expect that he
Door.
You can’t know people that well, man. Everybody’s got a private room. So
We want the truth, Detective. You are confusing that with what we choose to tell the public.
They sat with it in silence for a while. Bosch ran it all through once more and couldn't knock it down. It was only case theory but it held together. It worked, but it didn't mean that it was the way...
There was more silence and Bosch pictured his partner on the other end of the line in a $900 suit and a bankrupt frown.
The paying jobs were few and she was often taken advantage of by the leeches who were part of the entertainment industry. But she persevered.
The good ones all had that hollow space inside. The empty place where the fire always burns. For something. Call it justice. Call it the need to know. Call it the need to believe that those who are ev...
The coyote howled once more. Bosch thought he could hear a dog answering somewhere in the distance. Are you like him? she asked. Who? Timido. Alone out there in the dark world. Sometimes. Everybody is...
Out of the blue and into the black is what they called going into a tunnel. Each one was a black echo. Nothing but death in there. But, still, they went.
No matter what happens in the world, there will always be the need for heroes.
My favourite quotes, Part Two-- from Michael Connelly's Harry Bosch seriesThe Black Box On Bosch’s first call to Henrik, the twin brother of Anneke -Henrik: I am happy to talk now. Please, go ahead....
McReynolds emphatically shook his head. No way. Legal’s all over that deal. It’s squeaky clean. Even the woman signed off. Trammel. I could make her a three-hundred-pound whore who likes black dick in...
Living in L.A. sometimes felt like you were riding shotgun with the devil to the apocalypse.
I’m not speaking to hear myself talk, Mr. Cronyn. I told you to be quiet. One more interruption and I will have you silenced.
It’s a left-brain right-brain thing. People are more agreeable toward people on their left.
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 crawled up the embankment to Earl. I knew right away that he was dead.