The Narrows (Harry Bosch)

The Narrows (Harry Bosch)

Michael Connelly

Language: English

Pages: 432

ISBN: 0446699543

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


FBI agent Rachel Walling finally gets the call she's dreaded for years, the one that tells her the Poet has surfaced. She has never forgotten the serial killer who wove lines of poetry in his hideous crimes--and apparently he has not forgotten her.
Former LAPD detective Harry Bosch gets a call, too--from the widow of an old friend. Her husband's death seems natural, but his ties to the hunt for the Poet make Bosch dig deep. Arriving at a derelict spot in the California desert where the feds are unearthing bodies, Bosch joins forces with Rachel. Now the two are at odds with the FBI...and squarely in the path of the Poet, who will lead them on a wicked ride out of the heat, through the narrows of evil, and into a darkness all his own...

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on the island. Shacking up. They were the last charter before the trip down to Baja. Pictures from that trip are probably still on the camera.’ ‘Where is the camera?’ ‘It should be here. If not, then Graciela probably has it.’ He clicked on a left arrow above the photo. Soon another photo appeared, the same couple and same fish. Lockridge kept clicking and eventually he came to a new customer and his trophy fish, a pinkish white creature about fourteen inches long. ‘White sea bass,’ Lockridge

one more time rousing him from sleep. ‘Buddy, it’s me again.’ He groaned. ‘Did Terry go to Las Vegas the month before he died? Like maybe around March first?’ ‘I don’t know, man,’ he said in a tired, annoyed voice. ‘How would I know that? I can’t remember what Idid March first.’ ‘Think, Buddy. He made a road trip around then. He didn’t bring the boat across. Where did he go? Did he tell you anything about it?’ ‘He didn’t tell me jack. But I remember that trip now because the Jeep came back

or three times a month for the past year. I always enjoyed the drive. I liked the starkness of the desert. Maybe I drew from it what Terry McCaleb drew from living on an island. A sense of distance from all the nastiness. As I drove it I felt the constrictions lift, as if the molecules of my body expanded and got a little more space between each other. Maybe it was no more than a nanometer but that little narrow space was enough to make a difference. But this time I felt different. I felt as

Meantime, Brass, what else have you got?’ They waited as Doran looked down and off camera at some paperwork and apparently shifted gears from McCaleb back to the rest of the evidence. ‘We’ve got something that might tie in with McCaleb. But let me go down my list and get this other stuff out of the way first. Uh, first, we’re just starting now with the tape and the bags recovered with the bodies. Give us another day on that and I’ll have a report. Let’s see, on the clothes, they’re probably

know. So when you had to flip it back the extra weight carried it all the way back and out of the way.’ ‘Thanks for the tip,’ she said evenly. ‘Can we concentrate on this now?’ ‘Sure, Rachel. You going to take the lead here?’ ‘If you don’t mind.’ ‘Not at all.’ He followed her up the ramp. She thought she saw a smile on his face in the reflection on the glass of the trailer’s door. She opened it, engaging an overhead bell that announced their arrival. They stepped into a small and empty

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