Chapters (64)
- PART ONE
- One
- Two
- Three
- PART TWO
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-one
- Twenty-two
- Twenty-three
- Twenty-four
- Twenty-five
- Twenty-six
- Twenty-seven
- Twenty-eight
- Twenty-nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-one
- Thirty-two
- Thirty-three
- PART THREE
- Thirty-four
- Thirty-five
- PART FOUR
- Thirty-six
- Thirty-seven
- Thirty-eight
- Thirty-nine
- Forty
- Forty-one
- Forty-two
- Forty-three
- Forty-four
- Forty-five
- Forty-six
- PART FIVE
- Forty-seven
- Forty-eight
- Forty-nine
- Fifty
- Fifty-one
- Fifty-two
- Fifty-three
- PART SIX
- Fifty-four
- Fifty-five
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
- ALSO BY MICHAEL CONNELLY
“Something like that. Is it just you here? Are you watching me by yourself?”
“You know, I had a girlfriend once. She always asked questions in bunches. Never one at a time.”
“Did you ever answer any of her questions? Or did you just cleverly deflect them like you are doing now?”
“I’m not alone, Counselor. Don’t worry. You have people around you that you’ll never see. I’ve got people on your office whether you are there or not.”
And cameras. They had been installed ten days earlier, when we had thought that the Times story was imminent.
“Yeah, good, but we won’t be there for long.”
“I noticed. Where are you moving to?”
“Nowhere. I work out of my car.”
“Sounds like fun.”
I studied him a moment. He had been sarcastic in his tone as usual. He was an annoying guy but somehow he had gotten me to entrust my safety to him.
“Well, I’ve got to get to court. Is there something I should be doing? Any particular way you want me to act or place you want me to go?”
“Just do what you always do. But there is one thing. Keeping an eye on you in motion takes a lot of people. So, at the end of the day, when you are home for the night, call me and tell me so I can release some people.”
“Okay. But you’ll still have somebody watching, right?”
“Don’t worry. You’ll be covered twenty-four-seven. Oh, and one other thing.”
“What?”
“Don’t ever approach me again like this.”
I nodded. I was being dismissed.
“Got it.”
I stood up and looked toward the restaurant. I could see Lorna counting the twenties I had left and putting them down on the check. It looked like she was using them all. Patrick had left the table and gone to get the car from the valet.
“See ya, Detective,” I said without looking at him.
He didn’t respond. I walked away and caught up with my party as they were coming out of the restaurant.
“Was that Detective Bosch you were with?” Lorna asked.
“Yeah, I saw him out there.”
“What was he doing?”
“He said he likes to come over here for lunch, sit in those big, comfortable chairs and just think.”
“That’s a coincidence that we were here too.”
Julie Favreau shook her head.
“There are no coincidences,” she said.
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