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this kid his asshole, then that's the cost. But
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A man who looks guilty is found guilty.
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Living in L.A. sometimes felt like you were riding shotgun with the devil to the apocalypse.
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keep things moving but she was missing in action. He didn't want to call her cell in case she was still in session with Dr. Hinojos,
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felt confusion ambush him. He didn't know
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that there was a party under way at the house
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He loved the city most at night. The night hid many of the sorrows. It silenced the city yet brought deep undercurrents to the surface. It was in this dark slipstream that he believed he moved most freely. Behind the cover of shadows. Like a rider in a limousine, he looked out but no one looked in.
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Okay, Mick. And for what it's
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Begin Reading Table of Contents Newsletters Copyright Page In accordance with the U.S.
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play fair, Haller." "It's not a fair game. Did she tell you"
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What's your point, Legal?" "The point is that there are plenty of people out there judging us every day of our lives and for every move we make. The gods of guilt are many. You don't need to add to them."
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The Lincoln lawyer was back on the beat. The Lone Ranger was riding again.
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batches of samples collected from
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I spread my arms wide like a minister in front of his flock. "My pulpit is the well of the courtroom. I preach to the twelve apostles, the gods of guilt." Valenzula casually looked at me. "Yeah, well, whatever. It's still pretty low and you should be ashamed of your ass. Almost as low as you racing out here ahead of me and hiding in there, telling her not to answer the door." I nodded. He had it all figured out. I signaled him off the hood ..
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reverend
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It's my policy." -Harry Bosch"
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It seemed to Bosch to be a form of torture heaped upon torture. Corazon was hunched over the steel table, her bloody and gloved hands deep inside the gutted torso, working with forceps and a long-bladed instrument she called the "butter knife." Corazon was not tall and she stood on her tiptoes to be able to reach down and in with her tools. She braced her hip against the side of the autopsy table to gain leverage."
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I nodded and made a notation on my legal pad. It read
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Hollywood was always best viewed at night. It could only hold its mystique in darkness. In sunlight the curtain comes up and the intrigue is gone, replaced by a sense of hidden danger. It was a place of takers and users, of broken sidewalks and dreams. You build a city in the desert, water it with false hopes and false idols, and eventually this is what happens. The desert reclaims it, turns it arid, leaves it barren. Human tumbleweeds drif..
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Dedication
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Un juicio es un concurso de mentiras. Y en la sala todo el mundo lo sabe.
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The excitement and adrenaline that accompany a new case caused a false high that always wore off quickly.
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own trouble he was paying for. I handled his mother's foreclosure defense and got her
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vato always
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I see trees of green Red roses, too I see them bloom For me and you And I think to myself What a wonderful world
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that each shot was a photo of a woman with what looked like a mountain behind her. And she was holding a baby.
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jurisprudence. I
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checked the alignment of the bullet hole again. "After you pick up the stuff from Chung, go over to ballistics and see if you can get someone"
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the judge ignore it and drop
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Chapter 4
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His game is baccarat. Far as anyone knows he plays clean. He's just good at it. Spends
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You don't put ice in Pappy Van Winkle.
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The rain continued through Monday morning and slowed Bosch's drive into Brentwood to a frustrating crawl. It wasn't heavy rain, but in Los Angeles any rain at all can paralyze the city. It was one of the mysteries Bosch could never fathom. A city largely defined by the automobile yet full of drivers unable to cope with even a mild inclemency.
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She came to the Cleopatra and her attention was immediately drawn to the side-by-side Tigris and Euphrates Towers. Her
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call down to the desk to ask about the room?" "No phone," Cisco said. "Just watch." Once back on the ground floor, Gloria stepped out of the elevator and went to a house phone that was on a table against the wall. She made a call and soon was speaking to someone. "This is her asking to be connected to the room," Cisco said. "She is told by the operator that there is no Daniel Price registered in the hotel and no one in eight thirty-seven." ..
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lobby door was locked, and when I buzzed apartment 12C, it was
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And what's with all the names on the new list? I've got kids I'd like to spend time with tonight." "Give it to Lankford. He has the time. I think he ate his kids."
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Scheherazade,
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Frank Morgan, George Cables, Art Pepper, Ron Carter, and Thelonious Monk.
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I'm only a few years behind you," she said. "It will happen to me." "No, you'll be fine," Bosch said. "Your job is telling stories. Stories will always need to be told."
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luck could be a fleeting thing. It had to be earned and then guarded with everything you had.
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Lewis and Clarke. Why hadn't she said
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I guess. I don't remember his name but it
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When people think they have discovered or earned a certain knowledge on their own, they are more apt to hold on to it.
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like a small room. Like a
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