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Chapters (64)
  1. PART ONE
  2. One
  3. Two
  4. Three
  5. PART TWO
  6. Four
  7. Five
  8. Six
  9. Seven
  10. Eight
  11. Nine
  12. Ten
  13. Eleven
  14. Twelve
  15. Thirteen
  16. Fourteen
  17. Fifteen
  18. Sixteen
  19. Seventeen
  20. Eighteen
  21. Nineteen
  22. Twenty
  23. Twenty-one
  24. Twenty-two
  25. Twenty-three
  26. Twenty-four
  27. Twenty-five
  28. Twenty-six
  29. Twenty-seven
  30. Twenty-eight
  31. Twenty-nine
  32. Thirty
  33. Thirty-one
  34. Thirty-two
  35. Thirty-three
  36. PART THREE
  37. Thirty-four
  38. Thirty-five
  39. PART FOUR
  40. Thirty-six
  41. Thirty-seven
  42. Thirty-eight
  43. Thirty-nine
  44. Forty
  45. Forty-one
  46. Forty-two
  47. Forty-three
  48. Forty-four
  49. Forty-five
  50. Forty-six
  51. PART FIVE
  52. Forty-seven
  53. Forty-eight
  54. Forty-nine
  55. Fifty
  56. Fifty-one
  57. Fifty-two
  58. Fifty-three
  59. PART SIX
  60. Fifty-four
  61. Fifty-five
  62. Acknowledgments
  63. About the Author
  64. ALSO BY MICHAEL CONNELLY

“I decided to light a fire under you and the bureau,” I told him.

“What do you mean? What did you do?”

“I didn’t want to wait around while the bureau took its usual year and a half to make a case. Sometimes justice can’t wait, Detective.”

“What did you do, Haller?”

“I just had a conversation with Judge Holder — yes, I figured it out without McSweeney’s help. I told her the feds had McSweeney and he was cooperating. If I were you and the bureau, I’d hurry the fuck up with your case and in the meantime keep tabs on her. She doesn’t seem like a runner to me, but you never know. Have a good day.”

I closed the phone before he could protest my actions. I didn’t care. He had used me the whole time. It felt good to turn the tables on him, make him and the FBI do the dancing at the end of the string.

PART SIX

PART SIX

—The Last Verdict

Fifty-four

Fifty-four

Bosch knocked on my door early Thursday morning. I hadn’t combed my hair yet but I was dressed. He, on the other hand, looked like he had pulled an all-nighter.

“I wake you?” he asked.

I shook my head.

“I have to get my kid ready for school.”

“That’s right. Wednesday nights and every other weekend.”

“What’s up, Detective?”

“I’ve got a couple of questions and I thought you might be interested in knowing where things stand on everything.”

“Sure. Let’s sit out here. I don’t want her hearing this.”

I patted down my hair as I walked toward the table.

“I don’t want to sit,” Bosch said. “I don’t have a lot of time.”

He turned to the railing and leaned his elbows down on it. I changed directions and did the same thing right next to him.

“I don’t like to sit when I’m out here either.”

“I have the same sort of view at my place,” he said. “Only it’s on the other side.”

“I guess that makes us flip sides of the same mountain.”

He turned his eyes from the view to me for a moment.

“Something like that,” he said.

“So, what’s happening? I thought you’d be too angry with me to ever tell me what was going on.”

“Truth is, I think the bureau moves too slowly myself. They didn’t like what you did very much but I didn’t mind. It got things rolling.”

Bosch straightened up and leaned back on the railing, the view of the city behind him.

“So then, what’s happening?” I asked.