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had going on it.' Lindell laughed as though I had suggested something absurd.
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Bosch knew that department policy held that deadly force was justified if it was used to prevent imminent death or great bodily harm to an officer or a citizen. Mendenhall was not required to identify herself or give Ellis the opportunity to drop his weapon.
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ameliorate
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With the money from the legal settlement, he hires a beautiful young woman from the local university to type for him as he orally composes the sentences. But soon he realizes she is editing and rewriting what he tells her before she even types it in. And what dawns on him is that she is the better writer. Soon he sits mute in the room while she writes. He only watches. He wants to kill her, strangle her with his hands. But he can't move his..
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It didn't matter what war was fought, coming back home was another battle altogether.
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po-mo
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You can't know people that well, man. Everybody's got a private room." "So"
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door.
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Bureaucracy, politics, and the inability of public institutions to humbly acknowledge mistakes were all to blame. The two law enforcement agencies were biding their time, refusing comment on what they termed an ongoing joint investigation into the relationship between the murders of Alexandra Parks, James Allen, Peter and Paul Nguyen, and George Schubert. The slayings of Deborah Stovall and Josette Leroux, professionally known on the porno ..
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The law could bend. If there were lawyers involved, then there was always a deal to be made.
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Michael Connelly |
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It's Officer, actually. Where are you
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for shipping and insurance." "That was a smart way"
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he knew why, just as he knew that George Irving's death would have been written off as a suicide with Crate
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fucking prosecutor put a sleeper on the jury." I thought a moment about telling him but decided against it. "At the moment it's better if I don't tell"
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I fully acknowledge that it is easier to knock something down than to build it in the first place. But
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You know what they call a guy who switches sides in homicide? They call him a Jane Fonda, as in hanging with the North Vietnamese. You get it? It's crossing to the dark side.
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the security and transport of the
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situation and to decide
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anything
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Bosch's mind touched his memory of his brief meeting with his own father. A sick old man on his death bed. Bosch had forgiven him for every second he had been robbed. He knew he had to or he would face the rest of his life wasting his pain on it.
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coins. "Okay, now what?" I asked as I put my property back in my pocket. "Now we talk," Bosch said. "First off, do you want to file a report on this?" "Why bother? You know about it. It's your case. Why don't you know who this guy is?" "We're working on it." "That's not good enough, Bosch! He came after me! Why can't you ID him?" Bosch shook his head."
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Mr. Elliot will see you now.
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There was an engine approaching. Sounded like a truck to the boy. And now he thought he could hear the crunching of tires on the gravel access road that skirted the reservoir.
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which were necessities.
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All his life he believed he was slumming toward something good. That there was meaning. In the youth shelter, the foster homes, the Army and Vietnam, and now the department, he always carried the feeling that he was struggling toward some kind of resolution and knowledge of purpose. That there was something good in him or about him. It was the waiting that was so hard. The waiting often left a hollow feeling in his soul. And he believed peo..
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Sex murders were usually the work of psychopaths and with that psychology was an innate ability to lie, to act, to feign surprise and horror when it was needed. Psychopaths were great liars.
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The tunnel was the place where vision narrows and the investigator sees only the bird in hand.
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You had to have an emotional response. It was that response that lit the match that started the fire of relentlessness.
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Ron Carter was accompanied by two guitars and playing a Milt Jackson song called "Bags' Groove."
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sarcastic. It was a crack at him being old school and set in his ways. The Metro was new
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he had come to believe that parents see their children not only as they are but as they hope they will be in the future. Happy, fulfilled, not afraid. When Maddie first came to live with him Bosch didn't have this vision right away, but soon enough he earned it. When he closed his eyes at night, he saw her older:
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Getting a not-guilty verdict was a long shot. Even when you knew in your gut that you were sitting next to an innocent man at the defense table, you also knew that the NGs came grudgingly from a system designed only to deal with the guilty.
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was. "Uh, hi, Walter. This is my daughter, Hayley, and this is her mom, Maggie McPherson." "Hi," Hayley said shyly. Maggie nodded and looked uncomfortable. Walter made the mistake of thrusting his hand out to Maggie. If she could have"
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Bosch always thought that if you started with the assumption that murder is an unreasonable action, then how could there ever be a fully
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Please do," she said. "My husband's not going to believe this." "Well, your husband may not be happy, because I'm not going to be able to lift those cabinets up and put them back." "Don't worry. He and his friends can do that. They hang out in here enough and this will be a great story for him to tell." "That makes me feel better. We're going to write out a receipt for you now." They put the weapons in the trunk of the car, laying them acro..
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dramatically the number of homicides. This had spurred a
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him in '93, so there is no reason to believe he
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In the hallway Bosch switched on the air conditioning in the interview room and set it at sixty-four. It would soon cool off in the room and instead of sweating, Mitford would start to get cold, though - coming from Canada - maybe not. After he chilled for a while Bosch would take another run at him and see if anything new came out. He checked his watch. It was almost five a.m. and the case meeting the feds were organizing was not for anoth..
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Now the paper looked like somebody who had been through chemo--thin, unsteady, and knowing the inevitable could only be held off for so long.
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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 it had happened. Every case had unanswered questions and loose ends when it came to motives and actions. Bosch always though that if you started with the assumption that murder is an unreasonable action, then how could there ever be a fully rea..
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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 the winter before. He watched and smoked and drank coffee until the sound of traffic on the Hollywood Freeway became one uninterrupted hiss from the pass below.
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It ain't cheap anywhere," Bosch said."
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twelve-hundred-dollar chairs and wore sleek designer shoes with tassels. Gone were the days of thick rubber soles and function over form,
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