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By the third night the death count was rising so high and so quickly that many of the divisional homicide teams were pulled off the front lines of riot control and put into emergency rotations in South Central. Detective Harry Bosch and his partner, Jerry Edgar, were pulled from Hollywood Division and assigned to a roving B Watch team that also included two shotgunners from patrol for protection. They were dispatched to any place they were needed—wherever a body turned up. The four-man team moved in a black-and-white patrol car, jumping from crime scene to crime scene and never staying still for long. It wasn’t the proper way to carry out homicide work, not even close, but it was the best that could be done under the surreal circumstances of a city that had come apart at the seams.
South Central was a war zone. Fires burned everywhere. Looters moved in packs from storefront to storefront, all semblance of dignity and moral code gone in the smoke that rose over the city. The gangs of South L.A. stepped up to control the darkness, even calling for a truce to their internecine battles to create a united front against the police.
More than fifty people had died already. Store owners had shot looters, National Guardsmen had shot looters, looters had shot looters, and then there were the others—killers who used the camouflage of chaos and civil unrest to settle long-held scores that had nothing to do with the frustrations of the moment and the emotions displayed in the streets.
Two days before, the racial, social, and economic fractures that ran under the city broke the surface with seismic intensity. The trial of four LAPD officers accused of excessively beating a black motorist at the end of a high-speed chase had resulted in the delivery of not-guilty verdicts. The reading of the jury’s decision in a suburban courtroom forty-five miles away had an almost immediate impact on South Los Angeles. Small crowds of angry people gathered on street corners to decry the injustice. And soon things turned violent. The ever-vigilant media went high and live from the air, broadcasting the images into every home in the city, and then to the world.
The department was caught flat-footed. The chief of police was out of Parker Center and making a political appearance when the verdict came in. Other members of the command staff were out of position as well. No one immediately took charge and, more important, no one went to the rescue. The whole department retreated and the images of unchecked violence spread like wildfire across every television screen in the city. Soon the city was out of control and in flames.
Two nights later, the acrid smell of burning rubber and smoldering dreams was still everywhere. Flames from a thousand fires reflected like the devil dancing in the dark sky. Gunshots and shouts of anger echoed nonstop in the wake of the patrol car. But the four men in 6-King-16 did not stop for any of these. They stopped only for murder.
Reprinted from the book The Black Box by Michael Connelly. Copyright © 2012 by Hieronymus, Inc. Reprinted with permission of Little, Brown and Company, New York, N.Y. All rights reserved.
Twenty years ago, Michael Connelly published his first riveting, rocket-paced thriller. He celebrates with The Black Box, a Harry Bosch mystery that spans two decades and puts its beloved protagonist through the ringer.
Two bullets, found 20 years apart, but otherwise identical: That’s what links two otherwise-dissimilar murders, one of which marked an early-career black eye for Harry Bosch. In 1992, as riots swept Los Angeles, Danish journalist Anneke Jespersen was murdered execution-style. The weapon was a 9mm pistol. But what was “Snow White” doing in the ’hood? No answer was ever found—not by Bosch and not by the Riot Crimes Task Force, who took the case off Bosch’s hands.
Now, the 20th anniversary of the riots approaches, and the chief of police aims to pre-empt media scrutiny by reopening cold cases. And the Jespersen case has suddenly become red hot: A bullet found at a recent murder scene was fired by the same 9mm Beretta.
One thing Harry knows: That 9mm pistol has traveled a long way. Halfway around the world, in fact. Now he’s searching for the “black box” that ties the two cases together—to see justice done for Anneke Jespersen and to save his own skin.
Hardcover Book : 416 pages
Publisher: Hachette Book Group Usa ( November 26, 2012 )
Item #: 13-649051
Product Dimensions: 5.5 x 8.25 x 0.94inches
Product Weight: 15.0 ounces (View shipping rates and policies)
I have been reading the Harry Bosch books for years and this was my least favorite. The story line did not immediately pull you in, and just didn't keep my interest at the level of the previous books.
Reviewer: Kathie A
I usually love Connelly but this story was confusing and it didn't even get interesting till close to the end. Maybe his next one will make up for it . . .
Reviewer: Linda L
I love the "Harry Bosch" books,unfortunately this one has been a disapointment to me. I found it hard to stay interested in the story,along with being lost in the naritive of the whole "Desert Storm" connection. I hope this is not the begining of future books,I would hate for that to happen.
really enjoy the main character, Harry, have read all of the series.