Quotes from Michael Connelly

the computers provided by the department were old and slow and most of them carried more viruses than a Hollywood Boulevard hooker.

But I also knew that the U.S. Supreme Court had upheld the legality of the police's lying to a suspect if the lie would reasonably be seen as such by an innocent person.

Aronson split off to go back to work on

Sunsets did that here. Made you forget it was the smog that made their colors so brilliant, that behind every picture there could be an ugly story.

own trouble he was paying for. I handled his mother's foreclosure defense and got her

Sex murders were usually the work of psychopaths and with that psychology was an innate ability to lie, to act, to feign surprise and horror when it was needed. Psychopaths were great liars.

had been published years earlier, Bosch was nevertheless

Breadth and depth. What the editors want.

You're brilliant! Where is she?

The John Handy Quintet was on the stereo and the song was "Naima," Handy's 1967 ode to John Coltrane.

Oxnard was the biggest city in Ventura County. Its unattractive name was that of a sugar beet farmer who built a processing plant in the settlement in the late nineteenth century. The city totally surrounded Port Hueneme, where there was a small U.S. Navy base.

Little did they know that the case would hold media interest for just one day. The next night, the ex-wife of football great and not-so-great actor O. J. Simpson would be found murdered along with an acquaintance in Brentwood, and that would suck all media attention away from the Pearlman case as well as everything else in the city.

Yeah. You ever see that Sidney Lumet movie The Verdict?" "I don't think so. I don't go to a lot of movies anymore." "It's an old one with Paul Newman. I went through a Paul Newman phase. Anyway, he's a lawyer—a drunk, actually—and he tries to drum up business by going to funerals and passing out business cards.

She liked his car.

You don't have to be an interrogator at Abu Ghraib to know that time never favors the suspect.

They were going through the Cahuenga Pass. Bosch looked out his window and up the hillside, searching for his house nestled in among the others in the folds of the mountain. He thought he saw a glimpse of the back deck sticking out over the brown brush.

He looked down at Bosch through Ray-Bans, though it was well into dusk and a sky of burnt orange clouds was reflected in his mirrored lenses.

have sat in your mailbox for four days.

Where do we start?" she asked. "I don't know. Just call me when it's time. I'll be around.

turned the car around and it floated quietly down Lookout Mountain to Laurel Canyon. He took a right and drove to the canyon market, where he bought a six-pack of Anchor Steam. Then he took his beer and his questions back up the hill to Mulholland. He drove to Woodrow Wilson Drive and then down to his small house that stood on cantilevers and looked out across the Cahuenga Pass.

Are you shitting me?" Chu cried, fully turned in his seat now. "Are you fucking shitting me?

month ago and Maura Frederick

Yes, I'm fine. I feel good, actually. Now that I know." "I know what you mean. I remember the time when I decided for good. When I said fuck it, this is what I do.

It's Officer, actually. Where are you