The Concrete Blonde (Harry Bosch Series #3)

The Concrete Blonde (Harry Bosch Series #3)

by Michael Connelly

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ISBN-13: 9781455550630
Publisher: Grand Central Publishing
Publication date: 10/15/2013
Series: Harry Bosch Series , #3
Pages: 560
Sales rank: 13,533
Product dimensions: 4.10(w) x 7.40(h) x 1.10(d)

About the Author

Michael Connelly is a former journalist and author of the bestselling series of Harry Bosch novels and the bestselling novels Chasing the Dime, The Poet, Blood Work, and Void Moon. Connelly has won numerous awards for his journalism and novels, including an Edgar Award. He lives in Florida.


Sarasota, Florida

Date of Birth:

July 21, 1956

Place of Birth:

Philadelphia, Pennsylvania


B.A. in Journalism, University of Florida, 1980

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The Concrete Blonde

By Michael Connelly

Grand Central Publishing

Copyright © 2013 Michael Connelly
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4555-5063-0


There are no benches in the hallways of the U.S. District Courthouse in downtown Los Angeles. No place to sit. Anybody who slides down the wall to sit on the cold marble floor will get rousted by the first deputy marshal who walks by. And the marshals are always out in the halls, walking by.

The lack of hospitality exists because the federal government does not want its courthouse to give even the appearance that justice may be slow, or nonexistent. It does not want people lining the halls on benches, or on the floor, waiting with weary eyes for the courtroom doors to open and their cases or the cases of their jailed loved ones to be called. There is enough of that going on across Spring Street in the County Criminal Courts building. Every day the benches in the hallways of every floor are clogged with those who wait. Mostly they are women and children, their husbands or fathers or lovers held in lockup. Mostly they are black or brown. Mostly the benches look like crowded life rafts—women and children first—with people pressed together and cast adrift, waiting, always waiting, to be found. Boat people, the courthouse smartasses call them.

Harry Bosch thought about these differences as he smoked a cigarette and stood on the front steps of the federal courthouse. That was another thing. No smoking in the hallways inside. So he had to take the escalator down and come outside during the trial's breaks. Outside there was a sand-filled ash can behind the concrete base of the statue of the blindfolded woman holding up the scales of justice. Bosch looked up at the statue; he could never remember her name. The Lady of Justice. Something Greek, he thought but wasn't sure. He went back to the folded newspaper in his hands and reread the story.

Lately, in the mornings, he would read only the Sports section, concentrating his full attention on the pages in the back where box scores and statistics were carefully charted and updated each day. He somehow found the columns of numbers and percentages comforting. They were clear and concise, an absolute order in a disordered world. Having knowledge of who had hit the most home runs for the Dodgers made him feel that he was still connected in some way to the city, and to his life.

But today he had left the Sports section folded and tucked into his briefcase, which was under his chair in the courtroom. The Los Angeles Times's Metro section was in his hands now. He had carefully folded the section into quarters, the way he had seen drivers on the freeway do it so they could read while they drove, and the story on the trial was on the bottom corner of the section's front page. He once again read the story and once again felt his face grow hot as he read about himself.


As an unusual civil rights trial gets under way today, a Los Angeles police detective stands accused of having used excessive force four years ago when he shot and killed a purported serial killer he believed was reaching for a gun. The alleged killer was actually reaching for his toupee.

Los Angeles Police Detective Harry Bosch, 43, is being sued in U.S. District Court by the widow of Norman Church, an aerospace worker Bosch shot to death at the climax of the investigation into the so-called Dollmaker killings.

For nearly a year before the shooting, police had sought a serial killer so named by the media because he used makeup to paint the faces of his 11 victims. The highly publicized manhunt was marked by the killer's sending of poems and notes to Bosch and the Times.

After Church was killed, police announced they had unequivocal evidence proving that the mechanical engineer was the killer.

Bosch was suspended and later transferred from the homicide special unit of the LAPD Robbery-Homicide Division to the Hollywood Division homicide squad. In making the demotion, police stressed that Bosch was disciplined for procedural errors, such as his failure to call for a backup to the Silverlake apartment where the fatal shooting took place.

Police administrators maintained that the Church killing was a "good" shooting—department terminology meaning not improper.

Since Church's death precluded a trial, much of the evidence gathered by police has never been provided publicly under oath. That will likely change with the federal trial. A week-long jury selection process is expected to be completed today with the opening statements of the attorneys to follow.

Bosch had to refold the paper to continue reading the story on an inside page. He was momentarily distracted by seeing his own picture, which was on the inside page. It was an old photo and looked not unlike a mug shot. It was the same one that was on his department ID card. Bosch was more annoyed by the photo than the story. It was an invasion of his privacy to put his picture out like that. He tried to concentrate on the story.

Bosch is being defended by the City Attorney's Office because he was acting in the line of duty when the shooting occurred. If any judgment is won by the plaintiff, the city taxpayers, not Bosch, will pay.

Church's wife, Deborah, is being represented by civil rights attorney Honey Chandler, who specializes in police abuse cases. In an interview last week, Chandler said she will seek to prove to the jury that Bosch acted in such a reckless manner that a fatal shooting of Church was inevitable.

"Detective Bosch was cowboying and a man ended up dead," Chandler said. "I don't know if he was merely reckless or if there is something more sinister here, but we will find out in the trial."

That was the line that Bosch had read and reread at least six times since getting the paper during the first break. Sinister. What did she mean by that? He had tried not to let it bother him, knowing that Chandler would not be above using a newspaper interview for a psych-ops outing but, still, it felt like a warning shot. It let him know more was to come.

Chandler said she also plans to question the police evidence that Church was the Dollmaker. She said Church, the father of two daughters, was not the serial killer police sought and that they labeled him as such to cover up Bosch's misdeed.

"Detective Bosch killed an innocent man in cold blood," Chandler said. "What we are doing with this civil rights suit is what the police department and the district attorney's office refused to do: bring forward the truth and provide justice for Norman Church's family."

Bosch and Asst. City Atty. Rodney Belk, who is defending him, declined comment for this story. Along with Bosch, those expected to testify in the one-to two- week case include—

"Spare change, pal?"

Bosch looked up from the paper into the grimy but familiar face of the homeless man who had staked out the front of the courthouse as his turf. Bosch had seen him out here every day during the week of jury selection, making his change-and- cigarette rounds. The man wore a threadbare tweed jacket over two sweaters and corduroy pants. He carried a plastic bag of belongings and a Big Gulp cup to shake in front of people when he asked for change. He also always carried with him a yellow legal pad with scribbling all over it.

Bosch instinctively patted his pockets and shrugged. He had no change.

"I'd take a dollar, you know."

"Don't have a spare dollar."

The homeless man dismissed him and looked into the ash can. Yellowed cigarette butts grew from the sand like a crop of cancer. He put his yellow pad under his arm and began to pick through the offerings, taking those that still had a quarter inch or more of tobacco to smoke. Every now and then he would find a nearly whole cigarette and make a clicking sound with his mouth to show his approval. He put the harvest from the ash can in the Big Gulp cup.

Happy with his findings, the man stepped back from the ash can and looked up at the statue. He looked back at Bosch and winked, then began to rock his hips in a lewd mimicry of a sexual act.

"How 'bout my girl here?" he said.

The man then kissed his hand and reached up and patted the statue.

Before Bosch could think of something to say, the pager on his belt began to chirp. The homeless man stepped back another two steps and raised his free hand as if to ward off some unknown evil. Bosch saw the look of deranged panic spread on his face. It was the look of a man whose brain synapses were spread too far apart, the connections dulled. The man turned and scurried away, out toward Spring Street, with his cup of used cigarettes.

Bosch watched him until he was gone and then pulled the pager off his belt. He recognized the number on the display. It was Lieutenant Harvey "Ninety-eight" Pounds's direct line at the Hollywood station. He put what was left of his cigarette into the sand and went back into the courthouse. There was a bank of pay phones at the top of the escalator, near the second-floor courtrooms.

"Harry, what's happening there?" Pounds asked.

"The usual. Just waiting around. We got a jury, so now the lawyers are in with the judge, talking about openers. Belk said I didn't have to sit in on that, so I'm just hanging around."

He looked at his watch. It was ten to twelve.

"They'll be breaking for lunch soon," he added.

"Good. I need you."

Bosch didn't reply. Pounds had promised he would be off the case rotation until the trial was over. A week more, maybe two, at the most. It was a promise Pounds had no choice but to make. He knew that Bosch couldn't handle catching a homicide investigation while in federal court four days a week.

"What's going on? I thought I was off the list."

"You are. But we may have a problem. It concerns you."

Bosch hesitated again. Dealing with Pounds was like that. Harry would trust a street snitch before he'd trust Pounds. There was always the spoken motive and the hidden motive. It seemed that this time the lieutenant was doing one of his routine dances. Speaking in elliptical phrases, trying to get Bosch to bite on the hook.

"A problem?" Bosch finally asked. A good noncommittal reply.

"Well, I take it you saw the paper today—the Times story about your case?"

"Yeah, I was just reading it."

"Well, we got another note."

"A note? What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about somebody dropping a note at the front desk. Addressed to you. And damn if it doesn't sound like those notes you got from the Dollmaker back when all of that was going on."

Bosch could tell Pounds was enjoying this, the stretching it out.

"If it was addressed to me, how do you know about it?"

"It wasn't mailed. No envelope. It was just one page, folded over. Had your name on the fold. Somebody left it at the front desk. Somebody there read it, you can figure it from there."

"What does it say?"

"Well, you're not going to like this, Harry, the timing is god-awful, but the note says, it says basically that you got the wrong guy. That the Dollmaker is still out there. The writer says he's the real Dollmaker and that the body count continues. Says you killed the wrong guy."

"It's bullshit. The Dollmaker's letters were carried in the paper, in Bremmer's book on the case. Anybody could pick up the style and write a note. You—"

"You take me for a moron, Bosch? I know anybody could've written this. But so did the writer know that. So to prove his point he included a little treasure map, I'd guess you'd call it. Directions to another victim's body."

A long silence filled the line while Bosch thought and Pounds waited.

"And so?" Bosch finally said.

"And so I sent Edgar out to the location this morning. You remember Bing's, on Western?"

"Bing's? Yeah, south of the Boulevard. Bing's. A pool hall. Didn't that place go down in the riots last year?"

"Right," Pounds said. "Complete burnout. They looted and torched the place. Just the slab and three walls left standing. There's a city demolition order against it but the owner hasn't acted yet. Anyway, that's the spot, according to this note we got. Note says she was buried under the floor slab. Edgar went out there with a city crew, jackhammers, the works...."

Pounds was dragging it out. What a petty asshole, Bosch thought. This time he would wait longer. And when the silence grew nervously long, Pounds finally spoke.

"He found a body. Just like the note said he would. Beneath the concrete. He found a body. That's—"

"How old is it?"

"Don't know yet. But it's old. That's why I'm calling. I need you to go out there during the lunch break and see what you can make of this. You know, is it legit as a Dollmaker victim or is some other wacko jerking us off? You're the expert. You could go out there when the judge breaks for lunch. I'll meet you there. And you'll be back in time for openers."

Bosch felt numb. He already needed another cigarette. He tried to place all of what Pounds had just said into some semblance of order. The Dollmaker—Norman Church—had been dead four years now. There had been no mistake. Bosch knew that night. He still knew it in his guts today. Church was the Dollmaker.

"So this note just appeared at the desk?"

"Desk sergeant found it on the front counter about four hours ago. Nobody saw anybody leave it. You know, a lot of people come through the front in the mornings. Plus we had change of shift. I had Meehan go up and talk to the desk uniforms. Nobody remembers jack shit about it until they found it."

"Shit. Read it to me."

"Can't. SID has it. Doubt there will be any lifts, but we have to go through the motions. I'll get a copy and have it with me at the scene, okay?"

Bosch didn't answer.

"I know what you're thinking," Pounds said. "But let's hold our horses till we see what is out there. No reason to worry yet. Might be some stunt cooked up by that lawyer, Chandler. Wouldn't put it past her. She's the type, she'd do anything to nail another LAPD scalp to the wall. Likes seeing her name in the paper."

"What about the media? They heard about this yet?"

"We've gotten a few calls about a body being found. They must've gotten it off the coroner's dispatch freek. We've been staying off the air. Anyway, nobody knows about the note or the Dollmaker tie-in. They just know there's a body. The idea of it being found under the floor of one of the riot burnouts is sexy, I guess.

"Anyway, we have to keep the Dollmaker part under our hat for the time being. Unless, of course, whoever wrote it also sent copies out to the media. If he did that, we'll hear about it by the end of the day."

"How could he bury her under the slab of a pool hall?"

"The whole building wasn't a pool hall. There were storage rooms in the back. Before it was Bing's it was a studio prop house. After Bing's took the front, they rented out sections in the back for storage. This is all from Edgar, he got the owner out there. The killer must've had one of the rooms, broke through the existing slab and put this girl's body in there. Anyway, it all got burned down in the riots. But the fire didn't hurt the slab. This poor girl's body has been down in there through all of that. Edgar said it looks like a mummy or something."

Bosch saw the door to courtroom 4 open and members of the Church family came out followed by their lawyer. They were breaking for lunch. Deborah Church and her two teenaged daughters did not look at him. But Honey Chandler, known by most cops and others in the federal courts building as Money Chandler, stared at him with killer eyes as she passed. They were as dark as burnt mahogany and set against a tanned face with a strong jawline. She was an attractive woman with smooth gold hair. Her figure was hidden in the stiff lines of her blue suit. Bosch could feel the animosity from the group wash over him like a wave.

"Bosch, you still there?" Pounds asked.

"Yeah. It looks like we just broke for lunch."

"Good. Then head over there and I'll meet you. I can't believe I'm actually saying this, but I hope it's just another wacko. For your sake, it might be best."


As Bosch was hanging up he heard Pounds's voice and brought the phone back to his ear.

"One more thing. If the media shows up out there, leave them to me. However this turns out, you shouldn't be formally involved in this new case because of the litigation stemming from the old. We are just having you out there as an expert witness, so to speak."


"See you there."


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The Concrete Blonde (Harry Bosch Series #3) 4.1 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 337 reviews.
McCarthy92 More than 1 year ago
Before I read this book (I decided to read all of Connelly's books in order, which I would advice to do to anyone who is interested in reading Connelly, which you should), I stopped halfway through two books that were by no means bad books, but I just wasn't in the mood to read them. However, I think Connelly's writing hooks you in so it doesn't matter what mood your in, his plot and his amazing character Harry Bosch, one of the greatest detectives in modern crime literature, maybe in the history of the genre, will lure you in. I never like to reveal plot, because you could just read that in the synopsis. I would definitely recommend this book and all of Michael Connelly's books, in the order of publication. I would also like to recommend my other favorite crime novelists, George Pelecanos, Dennis Lehane, and Richard Price. Also watch The Wire, the greatest television show ever made, the three writers I just mentioned write for the show and I always felt that Connelly should have as well.
David Swanson More than 1 year ago
The first two in the series were good books and moved along fairly well but the third in the series was a 'can't put it down no sleep book' Read this in a weekend. This is turning out to be as good a series as Sandford's Prey novels.
Capone2369 More than 1 year ago
Great read always some twist to the plot at the end, always leaving you on the edge wanting to read more and more. Connelly at his finest. Great book.
leslie63 More than 1 year ago
After reading several Harry Bosch books out of order I am going back and starting from the beginning. Tweists and turns abound I could not put this down! Loved it.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Harry Bosch has grown on me. I was obsessed with Robert Crais's Elvis Cole but Harry Bosch has stolen me away. He lives on the edge and fears nothing. And he is clever. This book keeps you guessing and delivers in the end. I can't wait for his newest.
DustyCraine More than 1 year ago
This one kept me guessing until the very end. On one occasion I really thought I had figured it out. In my own defense, I think Connelly steered us in that direction and when the characters in the book announced my belief I thought YES! I was right.. and then No! I wasn't. This book has an incredible twist ending. This book was also equal parts legal thriller as police procedural. This book takes place while Harry and the LAPD are on trial for the supposed wrongful death of an innocent man. The man’s widow says that her husband was not the Dollmaker, as Harry and the LAPD had determined. The Dollmaker trial is a nice bit of continuity since we heard about the Dollmaker killing in at least one of the previous two books. Harry and the LAPD are convinced they have the right man until another letter from the Dollmaker and a new body surfaces with all of the murderer’s characteristics. Has a serial killer been allowed to roam free while an innocent man took the blame? Did Harry kill the wrong man? All will be revealed.
kevKK More than 1 year ago
Harry Bosch is back and doesn't disappoint. The grit and reality that Connelly is famous for. I can't wait to read number four.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Great who done it!
UNCLEROCK More than 1 year ago
Detective Bosch is as real a fictional character I can imagine. He is an intelligent force. And he brings it to bear solving The Concrete Blonde. The book is a steady read that you love. I won't tell you more. I hate people telling me about a book I am about to read. Get a copy and enjoy.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Well written and entertaining.
SSinCO More than 1 year ago
I am currently reading all of Michael Connelly's Harry Bosch series in order, and I LOVE them. I am a big mystery/detective story fan, and I have tried so many different series from different authors, but I finally found the one for me! What can I say? I often find myself not really liking the main characters in novels, but I truly like Harry; he is a good guy - not perfect, but he works hard, isn't a womanizer, and isn't overly macho. All of the stories are well-written, realistic, contain surprises and twists, and keep me hooked until the very end. My favorites have been The Black Echo (#1), The Concrete Blonde (#3), Trunk Music (#5), City of Bones (#8), The Narrows (#10), although again - I enjoyed all of them. If you like detective mystery novels, you won't be disappointed with Michael Connelly and Harry Bosch.
Kerri35 More than 1 year ago
Very easy read. I had read this series a little out of order (didnt know it was a series at first) so this is the 4th in the series that I have read thus far. And this is my favorite to date. Would suggest the series to everyone and defiantly this one in particular.
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hboschfan More than 1 year ago
Talk about muti tasking! here we have Harry Bosch answering for events that occured 4 years ealier... at the same time there is another series of murders happening.... between court finding the "follower" and tryin to make is girlfriend happy u would think harry has his hands full but not so! he pulls it off with the style that makes harry how he is. lol dont want to give away too much but you have a lawyer you want to hate a great parnter who betrays harry and nosey reporter and a new found friendship with the assistant chief irving.
emigre on LibraryThing 10 months ago
Engrossing thriller with equal parts court room drama and whodunit police investigations, there were some convincing red herrings before the real killer was revealed, definitely a good read.
WeeziesBooks on LibraryThing 10 months ago
The Concrete Blond is part of Michael Connelly's Harry Bosch novels. It follows ¿The Black Ice¿ and is a very good read. Those of you that have read about `The Doll Maker¿ who is a brutal murderer who paints the faces of women he murders like a doll. Detective Bosh receives a letter that tells of a concrete blonds who has been murdered and is encased in a concrete mold. A combination of investigative chase scenes, descriptions of the murders and personal vignettes with Bosh and Sylvia his girlfriend are included in tis book. Along with detective investigations and confrontations, there is also courtroom drama since Bosch is also on trial for a wrongful killing. Connelly had a great way of drawing you into believing that you know what is happening next and the you turn the page and your suppositions are turned upside down. He is an excellent storyteller and I recommend this book.
naga_books on LibraryThing 10 months ago
A very good read. Interesting premises. I would have rated it higher if not for the dry romance (or the lack of it) passages between Bosch and Sylvia.A serial killer (or is he?) was killed by a cop (Bosch). The cop is now being sued for lack of discretion by the wife of the supposed serial killer. The twist now is - the killings start again.. Bosch has to figure out whats going on, while his job is in line through the trial.
she_climber on LibraryThing 10 months ago
The third in the Harry Bosch series. Got off to a slow start with all the courtroom time, but eventually picked up and was good to the finish.
Fumblingmuse on LibraryThing 10 months ago
This was my first introduction to the writings of Michael Connelly - I had picked it up in a DC metro station to have something with me to read during my morning commutes while I interned one summer for the DOJ. I was not disappointed! This book was fast paced and full of twists - huge I did not see that coming twists. I found that aside from my commute reading I couldn't put it down! Mr. Connelly has a wonderful style that keeps readers on the edge of their seats as he allows you to attempt to play sleuth along side his leading man Detective Harry Bosch. I went on to read the bulk of his series that summer. My other personal favorite of his is The Poet. I would love to say more, but I feel with Connelly the less said about a particular storyline the better, but if it is a thriller you seek, this would be an excellent choice!
DavidGreene on LibraryThing 10 months ago
Like other reviewers, I enjoyed author Michael Connelly's writing in this third installment in the Harry Bosch series, and was engaged with the story more than I was with his first two Bosch installments. But like others, I also found the protagonist difficult to like and the themes in this book disturbing. A more favorable spin would be to say that the book is provocative--since it wrestles with the moral ambiguities involved in the pursuit of justice. Because of the moral ambiguities, I find reading about Connelly's Harry Bosch less purely entertaining than reading about Lee Child's Jack Reacher. In Jack Reacher's universe there is little moral ambiguity. Reacher always witnesses the bad guys being decidedly bad before he mixes it up with them. Bosch sometimes mixes it up with people solely on the basis of his speculations. No matter that his speculations are justified retroactively, it pulls me out of an escapist trance to follow a hero with so many self doubts.Bosch is a loner and outsider who is nevertheless working inside the system. Despite being a cop, Bosch frequently subverts the rules and regulations, and undermines the legal process which he is supposed to represent. His character promotes the view that the rules and mechanics of the legal process provide not so much the foundations of justice as impediments to it. That view didn't stop me from reading the book, but it made it difficult for me to enjoy it.
gma2lana on LibraryThing 10 months ago
I tried reading this book once before, and ended up putting it down for whatever reason. I picked it up again, and started reading it, and thought at first it was slow going. THEN, I got into it and really enjoyed the book. Couldn't wait to get to the end.
Mariebart on LibraryThing 10 months ago
I am a Harry Bosch fan. Just when I had the real murderer figured out, it turns out to be someone I never suspected.
hildeg on LibraryThing 10 months ago
I have read a string of Michael Connolly's books this summer, and pick this one to review, even though I think it is not his best. In my opinion Connolly is a great writer. This is certainly not just "airport fiction". He writes very well on most aspects of the human condition - and gives you a pageturning thriller on top of that. I have become a great fan of both Harry Bosch and the Lincoln Lawyer, less so perhaps of Jack McEvoy. The Concrete blonde has some weaknesses. The psychiatrist is just too much to believe in my opinion (or maybe they make them like that in California), and the solution to the mysteri seems just a little contrived. Still on the whole a good read.
crazybatcow on LibraryThing 10 months ago
The 2nd quarter of this book is more like a courtroom procedural/drama than a police/detective novel. Lots of trial scenes which were rather dull. I like the action to occur within the novel, not be related via "testimony" in a courtroom. Fortunately at the halfway point the story got back to its roots as a detective novel - and a very good one at that!There was LOTS of suspense and wondering who done it and how will Bosch figure it out and how will he get on with his life and etc... I think it was the best in the series so far (although I did skip most of the early court scenes because they were irrelevant and just plain uninteresting). The plot and pacing after the halfway point , however, fully made up for the boredom of these court scenes.
moontyger on LibraryThing 10 months ago
I have surprisingly little to say about this book. I generally like the Harry Bosch novels and it wasn't that this one was poorly written. I was just somehow more "meh" about it than I usually am. Maybe the problem was that I felt more conflicted about the trial that's part of the plot here than I think you're supposed to, so I found Harry less sympathetic than I sometimes have in the past.