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This is my 7th Michael Connelly novel and my 6th one involving Harry Bosch. I love this Harry Bosch character. He is a bloodhound, continually baying for the blood of the guilty even if they have eluded justice for more than a decade. The book offers a great psychological study of an ageing cop who succeeds by bucking the system. There is nothing fancy about the prose. It is what it is – a riveting police procedural written with uncanny relentless pace and spellbinding power.

Harry Bosch is California’s newest private investigator. He doesn’t advertise, he doesn’t have an office, and he’s picky about who he works for, but it doesn’t matter. His chops from 30 years with the LAPD speak for themselves.

Soon one of Southern California’s biggest moguls comes calling. The reclusive billionaire has less than six months to live and a lifetime of regrets. He hires Bosch to find out whether he has an heir. Using all of his cold-case skills, Bosch pieces together a 65-year-old mystery and finds out that the case is not as simple – or as cold – as he thought.

Both cases reach their conclusion with aplomb and I must say that unconsciously I was so consumed by the book for the past week that I even watch fewer movies. The prose is crisp, the plot is linear and plausible. Connelly’s hard-boiled approach is superb. It starts with a slow drive and before you know it everything is cruising along until he hits the accelerator. The ending is tremendously satisfying with such a slam bang that time stood still for me.

PS – Can’t wait to check out S3 of the TV series

 

 

 

 

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