This is my first Michael Connelly, and thus, obviously, my first Harry Bosch mystery. And, as always, I throw continuity to the wind and start somewhere in the middle! Who needs beginnings?
I don't know why I
was suspicious of this author. Maybe just how often he's appeared on
best seller lists, which, given my recent run-ins with bestsellers (I'm
looking at you, Sarah's Key!) starts me off from a position of skepticism.
it's because, like James Patterson, Connelly has appeared in one of the
poker games on Castle. I like Castle, but I'm not hugely fond of
Patterson, so I was unfairly lumping them together.
This is not
in any way like a James Patterson book. What it is is a very solid
police mystery, with some sidebars on evidence tampering, suspicion of
police misdeeds and actual police misdeeds, and how one can often look
like the other.
Harry Bosch is just back on the job (I don't
know why) after an enforced absence, and the first case that comes his
way involves a corpse in a trunk, shot at close range. Is this a mob
hit? Organized Crime says no, but they say it suspiciously quickly.
Victim went to Vegas often, and may have been into something shady
The mystery itself is very competently executed, and
sufficient twisty for my satisfaction. I enjoyed Bosch's character, and
in particular, the relationship he knows he shouldn't pursue but does
anyway. The police politics rang true, although I dream of the day when
those who try to make sure that police officers aren't abusing their
authority aren't automatically villains with massive sticks up their
collective asses. Because, dude, it's not like police don't sometimes
abuse their authority, and it's not like we don't need some oversight of