Lost Light (Harry Bosch Series #9)

Lost Light (Harry Bosch Series #9)

by Michael Connelly

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ISBN-13: 9781455550692
Publisher: Grand Central Publishing
Publication date: 09/30/2014
Series: Harry Bosch Series , #9
Edition description: Reprint
Pages: 384
Sales rank: 24,914
Product dimensions: 4.10(w) x 7.30(h) x 1.00(d)

About the Author

Michael Connelly is a former journalist and author of over twenty books, including the bestselling Harry Bosch series. His novels Blood Work and The Lincoln Lawyer have been made into major motion pictures. He has won numerous awards for his journalism, as well as an Edgar Award, a Nero Wolfe prize, a Macavity Award, an Anthony Award, and the 2009 Carvalho Prize for his books. Michael Connelly 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 last thing I expected was for Alexander Taylor to answer his own door. It belied everything I knew about Hollywood. A man with a billion-dollar box-office record answered the door for nobody. Instead, he would have a uniformed man posted full-time at his front door. And this doorman would only allow me entrance after carefully checking my identification and appointment. He would then hand me off to a butler or the first-floor maid, who would walk me the rest of the way in, footsteps falling as silent as snow as we went.

But there was none of that at the mansion on Bel-Air Crest Road. The driveway gate had been left open. And after I parked in the front turnaround circle and knocked on the door, it was the box-office champion himself who opened it and beckoned me into a home whose dimensions could have been copied directly from the international terminal at LAX.

Taylor was a large man. Over six feet and 250 pounds. He carried it well, though, with a full head of curly brown hair and contrasting blue eyes. The hair on his chin added the highbrow look of an artist to this image, though art had very little to do with the field in which he toiled.

He was wearing a soft blue running suit that probably cost more than everything I was wearing. A white towel was wrapped tightly around his neck and stuffed into the collar. His cheeks were pink, his breathing heavy and labored. I had caught him in the middle of something and he seemed a little put out by it.

I had come to the door in my best suit, the ash gray single-breasted I had paid twelve hundred dollars for three years before. I hadn't worn it in over nine months and that morning I had needed to dust off the shoulders after taking it out of the closet. I was clean-shaven and I had purpose, the first I had felt since I put the suit on that hanger so many months before.

"Come in," Taylor said. "Everybody's off today and I was just working out. Lucky the gym's just down the hall or I probably wouldn't have even heard you. It's a big place."

"Yes, that was lucky."

He moved back into the house. He didn't shake my hand and I remembered that from the time I first met him four years before. He led the way, leaving it to me to close the front door.

"Do you mind if I finish up on the bike while we talk?"

"No, that's fine."

We walked down a marble hallway, Taylor staying three steps ahead of me as if I were part of his entourage. He was probably most comfortable that way and that was all right with me. It gave me time to look around.

The bank of windows on the left gave a view of the opulent grounds — a soccer-field-sized rectangle of rolling green that led to what I assumed was a guest house or a pool house or both. There was a golf cart parked outside of the distant structure and I could see tracks back and forth across the manicured green leading to the main house. I had seen a lot in L.A., from the poorest ghettos to mountaintop mansions. But it was the first time I had seen a homestead inside the city limits so large that a golf cart was necessary to get from one side to the other.

Along the wall on the right were framed one sheets from the many films Alexander Taylor had produced. I had seen a few of them when they made it to television and seen commercials for the rest. For the most part they were the kind of action films that neatly fit into the confines of a thirty-second commercial, the kind that leave you no pressing need afterward to actually see the movie. None would ever be considered art by any meaning of the word. But in Hollywood they were far more important than art. They were profitable. And that was the bottom line of all bottom lines.

Taylor made a sweeping right and I followed him into the gym. The room brought new meaning to the idea of personal fitness. All manner of weight machines were lined against the mirrored walls. At center was what appeared to be a full-size boxing ring. Taylor smoothly mounted a stationary bike, pushed a few buttons on the digital display in front of him and started pedaling.

Mounted side by side and high on the opposite wall were three large flat-screen televisions tuned to competing twenty-four-hour news channels and the Bloomberg business report. The sound on the Bloomberg screen was up. Taylor lifted a remote control and muted it. Again, it was a courtesy I wasn't expecting. When I had spoken to his secretary to make the appointment, she had made it sound like I would be lucky to get a few questions in while the great man worked his cell phone.

"No partner?" Taylor asked. "I thought you guys worked in pairs."

"I like to work alone."

I left it at that for the moment. I stood silently as Taylor got up to a rhythm on the cycle. He was in his late forties but he looked much younger. Maybe surrounding himself with the equipment and machinery of health and youthfulness did the trick. Then again maybe it was face peels and Botox injections, too.

"I can give you three miles," he said, as he pulled the towel from around his neck and draped it over the handlebars. "About twenty minutes."

"That'll be fine."

I reached for the notebook in my inside coat pocket. It was a spiral notebook and the wire coil caught on the jacket's lining as I pulled. I felt like a jackass trying to get it loose and finally just jerked it free. I heard the lining tear but smiled away the embarrassment. Taylor cut me a break by looking away and up at one of the silent television screens.

I think it's the little things I miss most about my former life. For more than twenty years I carried a small bound notebook in my coat pocket. Spiral notebooks weren't allowed — a smart defense attorney could claim pages of exculpatory notes had been torn out. The bound notebooks took care of that problem and were easier on the jacket lining at the same time.

"I was glad to hear from you," Taylor said. "It has always bothered me about Angie. To this day. She was a good kid, you know? And all this time, I thought you guys had just given up on it, that she didn't matter."

I nodded. I had been careful with my words when I spoke to the secretary on the phone. While I had not lied to her I had been guilty of leading her and letting her assume things. It was a necessity. If I had told her I was an ex-cop working freelance on an old case, then I was pretty sure I wouldn't have gotten anywhere near the box-office champ for the interview.

"Uh, before we start, I think there might have been a misunderstanding. I don't know what your secretary told you, but I'm not a cop. Not anymore."

Taylor coasted for a moment on the pedalsbut then quickly worked back into his rhythm. His face was red and he was sweating freely. He reached to a cup holder on the side of the digital control board and took out a pair of half glasses and a slim card that had his production company's logo at the top — a square with a mazelike design of curls inside it — and several handwritten notations below it. He put on the glasses and squinted anyway as he read the card.

"That's not what I have here," he said. "I've got LAPD Detective Harry Bosch at ten. Audrey wrote this. She's been with me for eighteen years — since I was making straight-to-video dreck in the Valley. She is very good at what she does. And usually very accurate."

"Well, that was me for a long time. But not since last year. I retired. I might not have been very clear about that on the phone. I wouldn't blame Audrey if I were you."

"I won't."

He glanced down at me, tilting his head forward to see over the glasses.

"So then what can I do for you, Detective — or I guess I should say Mr. — Bosch? I've got two and a half miles and then we're finished here."

There was a bench-press machine to Taylor's right. I moved over and sat down. I took the pen out of my shirt pocket — no snags this time — and got ready to write.

"I don't know if you remember me but we have spoken, Mr. Taylor. Four years ago when the body of Angella Benton was found in the vestibule of her apartment building, the case was assigned to me. You and I spoke in your office over at Eidolon. On the Archway lot. One of my partners, Kiz Rider, was with me."

"I remember. The black woman — she had known Angie, she said. From the gym, I think it was. I remember that at the time you two instilled a lot of confidence in me. But then you disappeared. I never heard from —"

"We were taken off the case. We were from Hollywood Division. After the robbery and shooting a few days later, the case was taken away. Robbery-Homicide Division took it."

A low chime sounded from the stationary cycle and I thought maybe it meant Taylor had covered his first mile.

"I remember those guys," Taylor said in a derisive voice. "Tweedledumb and Tweedledumber. They inspired nothing in me. I remember one was more interested in securing a position as technical advisor to my films than he was in the real case, Angie. Whatever happened to them?"

"One's dead and one's retired."

Dorsey and Cross. I had known them both. Taylor's description aside, both had been capable investigators. You didn't get to RHD by coasting. What I didn't tell Taylor was that Jack Dorsey and Lawton Cross became known in Detective Services as the partners who had the ultimate bad luck. While working an investigation they drew several months after the Angella Benton case, they stopped into a bar in Hollywood to grab lunch and a booster shot. They were sitting in a booth with their ham sandwiches and Bushmills when the place was hit by an armed robber. It was believed that Dorsey, who was sitting facing the door, made a move from the booth but was too slow. The gunman cut him down before he got the safety off his gun and he was dead before he hit the floor. A round fired at Cross creased his skull and a second hit him in the neck and lodged in his spine. The bartender was executed last at point-blank range.

"And then what happened to the case?" Taylor asked rhetorically, not an ounce of sympathy in his voice for the fallen cops. "Not a damn thing happened. I guarantee it's been gathering dust like that cheap suit you pulled out of the closet before coming to see me."

I took the insult because I had to. I just nodded as if I agreed with him. I couldn't tell if his anger was for the never avenged murder of Angella Benton or for what happened after, the robbery and the next murder and the shutting down of his film.

"It was worked by those guys full-time for six months," I said. "After that there were other cases. The cases keep coming, Mr. Taylor. It's not like in your movies. I wish it was."

"Yes, there are always other cases," Taylor said. "That's always the easy out, isn't it? Blame it on the workload. Meantime, the kid is still dead, the money's still gone and that's too bad. Next case. Step right up."

I waited to make sure he was finished. He wasn't.

"But now it's four years later and you show up. What's your story, Bosch? You con her family into hiring you? Is that it?"

"No. All of her family was in Ohio. I haven't contacted them."

"Then what is it?"

"It's unsolved, Mr. Taylor. And I still care about it. I don't think it is being worked with any kind of . . . dedication."

"And that's it?"

I nodded. Then Taylor nodded to himself.

"Fifty grand," he said.

"Excuse me?"

"I'll pay you fifty grand — if you solve the thing. There's no movie if you don't solve it."

"Mr. Taylor, you somehow have the wrong impression. I don't want your money and this is no movie. All I want right now is your help."

"Listen to me. I know a good story when I hear it. Detective haunted by the one that got away. It's a universal theme, tried and true. Fifty up front, we can talk about the back end."

I gathered the notebook and pen from the bench and stood up. This wasn't going anywhere, or at least not in the direction I wanted.

"Thanks for your time, Mr. Taylor. If I can't find my way out I'll send up a flare."

As I took my first step toward the door a second chime came from the exercise bike. Taylor spoke to my back.

"Home stretch, Bosch. Come back and ask me your questions. And I'll keep my fifty grand if you don't want it."

I turned back to him but kept standing. I opened the notebook again.

"Let's start with the robbery," I said. "Who from your company knew about the two million dollars? I'm talking about who knew the specifics — when it was coming in for the shoot and how it was going to be delivered. Anything and anybody you can remember. I'm starting this from scratch."

Copyright © 2003 by Hieronymus, Inc.

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Lost Light (Harry Bosch Series #9) 4.2 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 253 reviews.
jtlJL More than 1 year ago
Love Michael Connelly, But come on Mike can you spare time time to write at leaset 300 pages per book. What was this 180 pages.
Chasity Schmeisser More than 1 year ago
I have been consumed with Bosch's character the past couple weeks and have loved the series until now...nine books into the series and it changes from third person to first person...doesn't feel right..I am really struggling and I am disappointed...it changes the entire feel...yuck
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.
Chrissy_W More than 1 year ago
Did I enjoy this book: Of course. One of the interesting marketing concepts of this author’s books is when you look at the cover, the first thing you see is his name: big, bold, and centered at the top. The title of the story is written below the name in smaller print. The publishers really know what they’re doing here because if you read one Michael Connelly book, you’ll search for his name to find another. This is the 9th in a series of Harry Bosch stories. He’s getting old. He’s retired. But he still has an interesting story to tell.  I think the retirement/aging issue is why I could only go 4 stars here. Without a badge and the backing of the LAPD – even with the politics he hates – he feels a little impotent. I still enjoyed the story but felt that Harry was loosing his edge. He still carries a note pad, isn’t good with computers, and basically can’t compete with younger detectives like Laurie Steven’s Gabriel McRay. We love you Harry. But once you retire; you need to retire. Would I recommend it: Yes. It’s Michael Connelly. How could I not? As reviewed by Belinda at Every Free Chance Book Reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This is classic Harry Bosch, taking us down the path that we hadn't seen before he pointed it out to us. If you want a book that you can not figure out by Chapter 3, read this.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book looks like an after thought. First person doesn't work nine books in but it sure makes quick work of this novel. No pesky dialog . But for a bookthis short on length and substance, perhaps it is just a dream sequence. PLEASE somebody wake me!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
As far as I am concerned, Michael Connelly can do no wrong when it comes to Harry Bosch or for that matter in any of his books! When I see a new Connelly book out, I do ruah to get hold of it immediately; then tease myself and keep it for dessert, when feel the need for a special treat..' Have gone through the years with the changes in Harry's life---love it that he evolves and changes and is not static.
Tamrya More than 1 year ago
I enjoyed this book, made for a quick read.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book is a must read if you like Harry Bosh. I enjoy ir very much.
BoryanaEmery 3 months ago
This is the best Harry Bosch book I have read so far in the series. I am making my way through the series, and I was used to the first-person point of view. Initially, I was quite taken aback by the first-person perspective--to the point that I almost quit reading after the first couple of pages. But, Harry's inner thought process is in-character, brusk, Harry-esque, and it doesn't reveal a side of him that is unappealing. In fact, his thoughts befit him--what he thinks is often what he says in conversation. And, just like in other books, Bosch does not reveal all his "cards". Connelly has done a great job measuring exactly how much of Bosch's thoughts to reveal. In addition, the plot, the character development, the dialogues, the philosophical comments on what Hollywood is like and other aspects of life are all brilliant - the best so far. I thoroughly enjoyed this one!
Carstairs38 4 months ago
It's been several months since Harry Bosch retired from his job as a homicide detective in Los Angeles. He's attempting to adjust to life as a civilian, but he can't resist when another former cop mentions a cold case they'd both worked on. Angella Benton was strangled in the entrance to her apartment building. Just as Bosch was beginning to investigate, the heist of two million dollars from a movie set gave the case a bigger profile, and the robbery homicide division took it over. Four years later, the murder remains unsolved and the money has not been found. But Bosch has barely begun poking into it again before he is warned off. Is someone still interested in this case? Can Bosch solve it without his badge to open doors for him? I enjoyed seeing Bosch working without his badge, overcoming the added obstacle of not having any official business looking into this case. While he may not be a cop, we still did get cameos by many of the series regulars, and it was great to check in with them. The characters are strong as always, with Bosch leading the pack. I was surprised to find that this book was narrated first person, something I always enjoy. I hadn't run across that in a Harry Bosch book yet. The case itself was gripping with plenty of twists and turns to keep us engaged up until the end. I listened to the audio version narrated by Len Cariou, who does a great job except for one character. Fortunately, that character isn't a major player in the action of the book.
Darcia on LibraryThing 10 months ago
I found this book had too much "tell" and not enough "show". At times I felt like I was reading a police file with every little detail set out for me. There were even several full length, 2 to 3 page, "newspaper articles" included. For me, it was a lot of unnecessary detail that could have been summed up in a paragraph.The plot was excellent and kept me guessing. The main character, Harry Bosch, is great. But I couldn't get lost in the story. I got bored and often found myself skimming the unnecessary descriptive pages.
navyjoe98 on LibraryThing 10 months ago
Great ending. I do wish that Harry was still an detective. I did not like this book in the series as well as some of the others because Harry is now retired/PI.
suedutton on LibraryThing 10 months ago
I have a love-hate relationship with Michael Connelly's thrillers. I love Connelly's writing, but I'm not a big fan of the character Harry Bosch. This was a Bosch book, but it was a good one.
claude_lambert on LibraryThing 10 months ago
I read Connelly because he is a great author, he is consistent, and I am never disappointed. He also is consistently gloomy, never as much as in this book. I don't like gloomy, I stopped reading Martha Grimes because of it, and her style is better than Connelly's. Lost Light is unforgettable because of two characters: a policeman who has been shot and is paralyzed, and his wife. Harry Bosch is here retired and longing to track down one last killer: it pitches him against his own department and against the FBI. One of his best books. But oh, so much gloom again! I was glad to finish it.
emigre on LibraryThing 10 months ago
Intense thriller featuring Harry Bosch (#9 in series), retired from the LAPD, he investigates an old case that always haunted him. The first-person narrative was different but still effective. Quite a few surprises, the biggest was one featuring Bosch's personal life.
neringros on LibraryThing 10 months ago
I am not the biggest whodunnit fan, but I actually enjoyed this book - it was entertaining, easy to read, pretty well written and its plot was unexpected. Some things were not so believable (like the fact that Harry Bosch got what he came for pretty much every place he went - everybody's favorite good/bad guy) and some descriptions not quite right, but in the big scheme of things, they didn't matter so much. This was the first Michael Connely book for me and I would definitely read books by this writer again.
Darrol on LibraryThing 10 months ago
I liked this book. St. George against the modern day dragons of the FBI and Homeland Security abuses.
raizel on LibraryThing 10 months ago
What is there about murder mysteries that they can be called "warm cozies"? Maybe that we're pretty sure that everything will be solved and resolved. No loose ends, just tidy endings. The quote (see below, I hope) that Harry's job in life is to speak for the dead reminds me of Orson Scott Card's book, Speaker for the Dead.
debavp on LibraryThing 10 months ago
Another great Bosch. Connelly's definitely not keeping Bosch still these days. Great story development and another didn't see it coming ending.
reeread on LibraryThing 10 months ago
Harry is driven to solve a case that seems to have come to a dead end. He untangles the links to other crimes and uncovers what many had thought to keep hidden. Working as a PI, not as a policeman has its drawbacks, some life threatening, but he continues on even when warned off. His house becomes a major crime scene, and it is hinted that he will get rid of it and never go back. I'd become quite attached to his house. His relationship with Eleanor Wish takes an interesting turn, which could prove to be life-changing for him, but we will have to wait and see.
addunn3 on LibraryThing 10 months ago
Good plot. Harry is retired and obsessed by an old unsolved case involving the murder of a movie staff person and the theft of $2 million dollars from the set. He is threatened by Homeland Security as well as others to drop the case, but, of course, he doesn't and rides it to a violent conclusion.
KLSimpson on LibraryThing 10 months ago
Good story and a good ending. Fairly typical Bosch novel.
Djupstrom on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Another crime/thriller...but this one has a heart. Another fun, page-turning Harry Bosch adventure.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The souls of his characters are revealed.