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He was a worn-out old man whose eyes had quit caring about anything but the odds on three-year-olds.
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Michael Connelly |
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C'est quand on arrive a la fin qu'on veut revenir en arriere...
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Michael Connelly |
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The sins of the father, he thought. His life and his world had once again clobbered his daughter. If he vowed to make those who did this pay, didn't that include himself?
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aproximadamente
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La mayoria de los hombres con los que he estado... Es como si quisieran algo de mi que no les daba. No se lo que era, pero simplemente no lo tenia para darlo. Entonces o me iba demasiado pronto o me quedaba demasiado.
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Michael Connelly |
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A veces creo que conozco a los desconocidos mejor que a nadie, mejor que a mi mismo. Aprendo mucho de la gente en mi trabajo. A veces pienso que ni siquiera tengo vida. Solo tengo la vida de los demas...
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If you're not cop, you're little people.
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Michael Connelly |
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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.
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Bosch liked short prosecutors. They were always trying to make up for something and usually it was the defendant who ended up paying the price.
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Michael Connelly |
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We are all circling the drain, he thought. Some are closer to the black hole than others;
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Michael Connelly |
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He taught Bosch early on that in society all victims are not created equal, but to the true detective they must be.
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Michael Connelly |
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The gray had not yet chased all of the brown out of his hair but it was getting close to victory.
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Michael Connelly |
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Gentlemen," the waiter said. "It looks like we are in need of more essential vitamins." Haller picked up his empty glass and offered it. "We definitely are," he said. "We definitely are."
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Are you okay?" he asked. "I'm fine, yeah," she said. She wiped tears off her cheeks. "Somebody who totally fucked me over died today," she said. "Then why are you sad?" he asked. "I mean, fuck him. If it was a him." "I don't know. I guess because it means what he did can never be changed. His death makes it permanent." "I think I get that." --
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Michael Connelly |
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I opened
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Michael Connelly |
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Farmers Market, one of his favorite places in the city.
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Michael Connelly |
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She was cremated.
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barramundi
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financially. He gets so far upside down on his mortgage he's
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Bosch remembered that they had driven out to Malibu to eat breakfast at a place called Marmalade and afterward had watched the surfers at a nearby beach.
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Michael Connelly |
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The John Handy Quintet was on the stereo and the song was "Naima," Handy's 1967 ode to John Coltrane."
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Michael Connelly |
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I told him through the door that he could take his job and shove it up his ass. 'Course, a week later I had to ask him to pull it out of his ass and give it back to me.
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Michael Connelly |
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It was a place to drink alone. A place for executive suicides who needed courage, broken cops who couldn't cope with the loneliness they built into their lives, writers who could no longer write and priests who could no longer forgive even their own sins. It was a place to drink mean, as long as you still had the green.
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Michael Connelly |
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Sunsets did that here. Made you forget it was the smog that made their colors so brilliant, that behind every pretty picture there could be an ugly story.
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Michael Connelly |
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Livingstone had said sympathy was no substitute for action.
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famous cases like the Black Dahlia, Charles Manson, and the Dollmaker crimes.
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he knew where they were. In the Central Valley, near Modesto, where Bosch had worked a case a few years before
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Michael Connelly |
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Back when I was riding patrol, you know what we called a killing that came down to simple street justice?" "What?" "The brass verdict."
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She was on a roll and everybody knew it. It was what cops and prosecutors called being in the tube. It was a surfing reference. It meant they had ridden the case into the water tunnel where everything was going smoothly and perfectly and was surrounding them in glorious balance.
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inside the theater, because the bin
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She had played the part in an episode of a television show called Bosch, which Ballard knew was based on the exploits of a now-retired LAPD detective who had formerly worked at RHD and the Hollywood detective bureau. The production occasionally filmed at the station and had underwritten the division's last Christmas party at the W Hotel.
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In this country, there are two million people in prison. Two million. If the system gets it wrong one percent of the time, that is twenty thousand innocent people in jail. Lower it to half a percent and you're still at ten thousand people. This is what keeps me up at night. Why I always say, the scariest client is the innocent man. Because there is so much at stake.
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Michael Connelly |
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Where do we start?" she asked. "I don't know. Just call me when it's time. I'll be around."
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Michael Connelly |
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For every noble movement or advancement in the human endeavor across time, there were always betrayers who set everything a step back.
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entry port
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started its ascent
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They went back to work. There were no more callouts for Ballard that shift. She got her report writing finished and filed and then joined Bosch on the FI cards. By dawn they had made it through the two boxes they brought from storage. Fifty more cards were added to the stack that warranted a second look but did not rise to the level of requiring immediate action. As they worked through the cards, they had talked and Bosch had told her stori..
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handwritten on the photos. Ballard assumed these were the dates of their acceptance of Jesus Christ. "If you are here to talk me out of a complaint, then you can save your words," he said. "I decided that charity would be more useful than anger." Ballard thought about Bosch's saying that it would be suspicious if McMullen did not make a complaint. "Thank you," she said. "I was coming to apologize if we offended you. We had an incomplete des..
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Michael Connelly |
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Ballard killed the engine but sat in her city ride for a moment. She had parked in front of the gap between two houses and could look out at the lights of the city spreading in a vast carpet below. Not many people realized that Hollywood Boulevard wound up into the mountains, narrow and tight, to where it was strictly residential and far in all ways from the glitz and grime of the Hollywood Boulevard tourist mecca, where visitors posed with..
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Ballad spent the next half hour trying to locate Eagleton, but she found nothing. No driver's license, no recent arrests. The last known record of him had been the FI card Farmer had filled out. He had stopped Eagleton and questioned him when he was seen loitering around the Metro entrance on Hollywood Boulevard near Vine. In the blank marked "Occupation" Farmer had written "panhandler." There were now no indications as to whether Eagleton ..
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Michael Connelly |
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wrap the investigation
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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 aimed at a side stairway down to a landing below street level. But she knew that depending on the camera's angle, there was a chance its field of view included the roof she stood on
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