In his first case since he left the LAPD's Open Unsolved Unit for the prestigious Homicide Special squad, Harry Bosch is called out to investigate a murder that may have chilling consequences for national security. A doctor with access to a dangerous radioactive substance is found murdered in the trunk of his car. Retracing his steps, Harry learns that a large quantity of radioactive cesium was stolen shortly before the doctor's death. With the cesium in unknown hands, Harry fears the murder could be part of a terrorist plot to poison a major American city.
Soon, Bosch is in a race against time, not only against the culprits, but also against the Department of Homeland Security and the FBI (in the form of Harry's one-time lover Rachel Walling), who are convinced that this case is too important for the likes of the LAPD. It is Bosch's job to prove all of them wrong.
About the Author
Michael Connelly is the author of the recent #1 New York Times bestsellers The Drop, The Fifth Witness, The Reversal, The Scarecrow, The Brass Verdict, and The Lincoln Lawyer, as well as the bestselling Harry Bosch series of novels. He is a former newspaper reporter who has won numerous awards for his journalism and his novels. He spends his time in California and Florida.
Date of Birth:July 21, 1956
Place of Birth:Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Education:B.A. in Journalism, University of Florida, 1980
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By Michael Connelly
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Chapter OneThe call came at midnight. Harry Bosch was awake and sitting in the living room in the dark. He liked to think that he was doing this because it allowed him to hear the saxophone better. By masking one of the senses he accentuated another.
But deep down he knew the truth. He was waiting.
The call was from Larry Gandle, his supervisor in Homicide Special. It was Bosch's first call out in the new job. And it was what he had been waiting for.
"Harry, you up?"
"Who's that you got playing?"
"Frank Morgan, live at the Jazz Standard in New York. That's George Cables you're hearing now on piano."
"Sounds like 'All Blues.'"
"You nailed it."
"Good stuff. I hate to take you away from it."
Bosch used the remote to turn the music off.
"What's the call, Lieutenant?"
"Hollywood wants you and Iggy to come out and take over a case. They've already caught three today and can't handle a fourth. This one also looks like it might become a hobby. It looks like an execution."
The Los Angeles Police Department had seventeen geographic divisions, each with its own station and detective bureau, including a homicide squad. But the divisional squads were the first line and couldn't get bogged down on long-running cases. When a murder came with any sort of political, celebrity or media attachment,it was usually shuttled down to Homicide Special, which operated out of the Robbery-Homicide Division in Parker Center. Any case that appeared to be particularly difficult and time-consuming - that would invariably stay active like a hobby - would also be an immediate candidate for Homicide Special. This was one of those.
"Where is it?" Bosch asked.
"Up on that overlook above the Mulholland Dam. You know the place?"
"Yeah, I've been up there."
Bosch got up and walked to the dining room table. He opened a drawer designed for silverware and took out a pen and a small notebook. On the first page of the notebook he wrote down the date and the location of the murder scene.
"Any other details I should know?" Bosch asked.
"Not a lot," Gandle said. "Like I said, it was described to me as an execution. Two in the back of the head. Somebody took this guy up there and blew his brains out all over that pretty view."
Bosch let this register a moment before asking the next question.
"Do they know who the dead guy is?"
"The divisionals are working on it. Maybe they'll have something by the time you get over there. It's practically in your neighborhood, right?"
"Not too far."
Gandle gave Bosch more specifics on the location of the crime scene and asked if Harry would make the next call out to his partner. Bosch said he would take care of it.
"Okay, Harry, get up there and see what's what, then call me and let me know. Just wake me up. Everybody else does."
Bosch thought it was just like a supervisor to complain about getting woken up to a person he would routinely wake up over the course of their relationship.
"You got it," Bosch said.
Bosch hung up and immediately called Ignacio Ferras, his new partner. They were still feeling their way. Ferras was more than twenty years younger and from another culture. The bonding would happen, Bosch was sure, but it would come slowly. It always did.
Ferras was awakened by Bosch's call but became alert quickly and seemed eager to respond, which was good. The only problem was that he lived all the way out in Diamond Bar, which would put his ETA at the crime scene at least an hour off. Bosch had talked to him about it the first day they had been assigned as partners but Ferras wasn't interested in moving. He had a family support system in Diamond Bar and wanted to keep it.
Bosch knew that he would get to the crime scene well ahead of Ferras and that would mean he would have to handle any divisional friction on his own. Taking a case away from the divisional squad was always a delicate thing. It was a decision usually made by supervisors, not by the homicide detectives on the scene. No homicide detective worth the gold trim on his badge would ever want to give away a case. That just wasn't part of the mission.
"See you there, Ignacio," Bosch said.
"Harry," Ferras said, "I told you. Call me Iggy. Everybody does."
Bosch said nothing. He didn't want to call him Iggy. He didn't think it was a name that matched the weight of the assignment and mission. He wished that his partner would come to that realization and then stop asking him.
Bosch thought of something and added an instruction, telling Ferras to swing by Parker Center on his way in and pick up the city car they were assigned. It would add minutes to his arrival time but Bosch planned to drive his own car to the scene and he knew he was low on gas.
"Okay, see you there," Bosch said, leaving names out.
He hung up and grabbed his coat out of the closet by the front door. As he put his arms into it he glanced at himself in the mirror on the inside of the door. At fifty-six years old he was trim and fit and could even stand to add a few pounds, while other detectives his age were getting round in the middle. In Homicide Special, there was a pair of detectives known as Crate and Barrel because of their widening dimensions. Bosch didn't have to worry about that.
The gray had not yet chased all of the brown out of his hair but it was getting close to victory. His dark eyes were clear and bright and ready for the challenge awaiting him at the overlook. In his own eyes Bosch saw a basic understanding of homicide work, that when he stepped out the front door he would be willing and able to go the distance - whatever that entailed - to get the job done. It made him feel as though he were bulletproof.
He reached across his body with his left hand to pull the gun out of the holster on his right hip. It was a Kimber Ultra Carry. He quickly checked the magazine and the action and then returned the weapon to its holster.
He was ready. He opened the door.
The lieutenant had not known a lot about the case but he had been right about one thing. The crime scene was not far from Bosch's home. He dropped down to Cahuenga and then took Barham across the 101 Freeway. From there it was a quick run up Lake Hollywood Drive to a neighborhood of homes clustered on the hills surrounding the reservoir and the Mulholland Dam. They were expensive homes.
He worked his way around the fenced reservoir, stopping only for a moment when he came upon a coyote in the road. The animal's eyes caught the headlights and glowed brightly. It then turned and sauntered slowly across the road, disappearing into the brush. It was in no hurry to get out of the way, almost daring Bosch to do something. It reminded him of his days on patrol, when he saw the same challenge in the eyes of most of the young men he encountered on the street.
After passing the reservoir he took Tahoe Drive farther up into the hills and then connected with the eastern terminus of Mulholland Drive. There was an unofficial overlook of the city here. It was posted with NO PARKING and OVERLOOK CLOSED AT DARK signs. But these were routinely ignored at all hours of the day and night.
Bosch pulled in behind the grouping of official vehicles - the Forensics van and the coroner's wagon as well as several marked and unmarked police cars. There was an outer perimeter of yellow police tape surrounding the crime scene and inside this boundary was a silver Porsche Carrera with its hood open. It had been sectioned off by more yellow tape and this told Bosch that it was most likely the victim's car.
Bosch parked and got out. A patrol officer assigned to the outer perimeter took down his name and badge number - 2997 - and allowed him under the yellow tape. He approached the crime scene. Two banks of portable lights had been erected on either side of the body, which was in the center of a clearing that looked down upon the city. As Bosch approached he saw forensics techs and coroner's people working on and around the body. A tech with a video camera was documenting the scene as well.
"Harry, over here."
Bosch turned and saw Detective Jerry Edgar leaning against the hood of an unmarked detective cruiser. He had a cup of coffee in his hand and appeared to be just waiting. He pushed himself off the car as Bosch came over.
Edgar had been Bosch's partner once, back when he had worked in Hollywood Division. Back then Bosch was a team leader on the homicide squad. Now Edgar was in that position.
"Been waiting on somebody from RHD," Edgar said. "Didn't know it would be you, man."
"You working this solo?"
"No, my partner's on the way."
"Your new partner, right? I haven't heard from you since that mess over in Echo Park last year."
"Yeah. So what do you have here?"
Bosch didn't want to talk about Echo Park with Edgar. With anyone, as a matter of fact. He wanted to stay focused on the case at hand. It was his first call out since his transfer to Homicide Special. He knew there would be a lot of people watching his moves. Some of them would be people hoping he would fail.
Edgar turned so that Bosch could see what was spread out on the trunk of the car. Bosch took out glasses and put them on as he leaned in close to look. There wasn't a lot of light but he could see an array of evidence bags. The bags separately contained items taken from the body. These included a wallet, a key ring and a clip-on name tag. There was also a money clip with a thick fold of currency and a BlackBerry that was still on, its green light flashing and ready to transmit calls its owner would never make or receive.
"The coroner's guy just gave me all of this," Edgar said. "They should be done with the body in about ten minutes."
Bosch picked up the bag containing the ID tag and angled it toward the light. It said Saint Agatha's Clinic for Women. On it was a photograph of a man with dark hair and dark eyes. It identified him as Dr. Stanley Kent. He was smiling at the camera. Bosch noticed that the ID tag was also a swipe key that could open locked doors.
"You talk to Kiz much?" Edgar asked.
It was a reference to Bosch's former partner, who had transferred after Echo Park to a management job in the OCP - the office of the chief of police.
"Not too much. But she's doing fine."
Bosch moved on to the other evidence bags and wanted to move the conversation away from Kiz Rider and onto the case at hand. "Why don't you run down what you've got for me, Jerry?" he said.
"Happy to," Edgar said. "The stiff was found about an hour ago. As you can see from the signs out on the street, there is no parking up here and no loitering after dark. Hollywood always has a patrol swing by here a few times a night to chase lookyloos away. Keeps the rich locals up here happy. I am told that house over there is Madonna's. Or it was."
He pointed to a sprawling mansion about a hundred yards from the clearing. The moonlight silhouetted a tower rising from the structure. The mansion's exterior was striped in alternating hues of rust and yellow like a Tuscan church. It was on a promontory that afforded anyone looking through its windows a magnificent, sweeping view of the city below. Bosch imagined the pop star up in the tower looking down on the city that lay at her command.
Bosch looked back at his old partner, ready for the rest of the report.
"The patrol car swings around about eleven and sees the Porsche with the hood open. Engine's in the back of those Porsches, Harry. It means the trunk was open."
"Okay, so you knew that already. Anyway, the patrol car pulls up, they don't see anybody in or around the Porsche, so the two officers get out. One of them walks out into the clearing and finds our guy. He's facedown and has two in the back of the head. An execution, clean and simple."
Bosch nodded at the ID tag in the evidence bag.
"And this is the guy, Stanley Kent?"
"Looks that way. The tag and the wallet both say he's Stanley Kent, forty-two years old from just around the corner on Arrowhead Drive. We ran the plate on the Porsche and it comes back to a business called K and K Medical Physicists. I just ran Kent through the box and he came up pretty clean. He's got a few speeding tickets on the Porsche but that's it. A straight shooter."
Bosch nodded as he registered all the information.
"You are going to get no grief from me, taking over this case, Harry," Edgar said. "I got one partner in court this month and I left my other one at the first scene we caught today - a three-bagger with a fourth victim on life support at Queen of Angels."
Bosch remembered that Hollywood ran its homicide squad in three-man teams instead of the traditional partnerships.
"Any chance the three-bagger is connected to this?"
He pointed to the gathering of technicians around the body on the overlook.
"No, that's a straight gang shoot-'em-up," Edgar said. "I think this thing is a whole different ball game and I'm happy for you to take it."
"Good," Bosch said. "I'll cut you loose as soon as I can. Anybody look in the car yet?"
"Not really. Waiting on you."
"Okay. Anybody go to the victim's house on Arrowhead?"
"No on that, too."
"Anybody knock on any doors?"
"Not yet. We were working the scene first."
Edgar obviously had decided early that the case would be passed to RHD. It bothered Bosch that nothing had been done but at the same time, he knew it would be his and Ferras's to work fresh from the start, and that wasn't a bad thing. There was a long history in the department of cases getting damaged or bungled while in transition from divisional to downtown detective teams.
He looked at the lighted clearing and counted a total of five men working on or near the body for the forensics and coroner's teams.
"Well," he said, "since you're working the crime scene first, did anybody look for foot impressions around the body before you let the techs approach?"
Bosch couldn't keep the tone of annoyance out of his voice.
"Harry," Edgar said, his tone now showing annoyance with Bosch's annoyance, "a couple hundred people stand around on this overlook every damn day. We coulda been looking at footprints till Christmas if we'd wanted to take the time. I didn't think we did. We had a body lying out here in a public place and needed to get to it. Besides that, it looks like a professional hit. That means the shoes, the gun, the car, everything's already long gone by now."
Bosch nodded. He wanted to dismiss this and move on.
"Okay," he said evenly, "then I guess you're clear."
Edgar nodded and Bosch thought he might be embarrassed.
"Like I said, Harry, I didn't expect it to be you." Meaning he would not have dogged it for Harry, only for somebody else from RHD.
"Sure," Bosch said. "I understand."
After Edgar left, Bosch went back to his car and got the Maglite out of the trunk. He walked back to the Porsche, put on gloves and opened the driver-side door. He leaned into the car and looked around. On the passenger seat was a briefcase. It was unlocked and when he popped the snaps it opened to reveal several files, a calculator and various pads, pens and papers. He closed it and left it in its place. Its position on the seat told him that the victim had likely arrived at the overlook by himself. He had met his killer here. He had not brought his killer with him. This, Bosch thought, might be significant.
He opened the glove box next and several more clip-on IDs like the one found on the body fell to the floorboard. He picked them up one by one and saw that each access badge had been issued by a different local hospital. But the swipe cards all bore the same name and photo. Stanley Kent, the man (Bosch presumed) who was lying dead in the clearing.
He noticed that on the back of several of the tags there were handwritten notations. He looked at these for a long moment. Most were numbers with the letters L or R at the end and he concluded that they were lock combinations.
Bosch looked farther into the glove box and found even more IDs and access key cards. As far as he could tell, the dead man - if he was Stanley Kent - had clearance access to just about every hospital in Los Angeles County. He also had the combinations to security locks at almost every one of the hospitals. Bosch briefly considered that the IDs and key cards might be counterfeits used by the victim in some sort of hospital scam.
Bosch returned everything to the glove box and closed it. He then looked under and between the seats and found nothing of interest. He backed out of the car and went to the open trunk.
The trunk was small and empty. But in the beam of his flashlight he noted that there were four indentations in the carpet lining the bottom. It was clear that something square and heavy with four legs or wheels had been carried in the trunk. Because the trunk was found in the open position it was likely that the object - whatever it was - had been taken during the killing.
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Most Helpful Customer Reviews
I have read all of the Harry Bosch books in order and I must say that I was a bit disappointed in this book. It just didn't hold my interest as much as the rest of Michael Connellly books I have read. I love the Harry Bosch series, but it is beginning to look like Harry is one of those types that likes to hold back information to make himself look better and I am a bit disappointed that my favorite character would be so selfish. However, even though this book was not one of my favorites, I am going to continue to read the Harry Bosch series until I have read them all. I think every writer puts out one or two books that just don't quite measure up to some of their previous books and this may have been one of those for Michael Connelly. Just my 2 cents worth...
I was hooked on the Bosch Series from book #1. This one, though, is awful compared to the rest of the series. It reads as if the author is sick of Bosch. The ending is weak, and it feels as though the author was too bored to put any effort into a decent finish. The ending is not at all satisfying and not very interesting. If you truly like the Bosch books, do yourself a favor and skip this one. If you absolutely feel the need to read it, check it out at a library; save your money.
The book was on the short side, but the plot was interesting. I gave it only 2 stars because it wasn't as good as others in this series. Connelly spends pages and pages talking about the lack of cooperation between the LAPD & FBI. After awhile it became very tedious and downright boring.
Great Bosch read but not worth the money.
this site tells me i have read this before but i remember nothing. ah well, i enjoyed it. a good mystery, well plotted.
Another good Harry Bosch case. Murder and a little terrorism and the theft of nuclear material thrown in to the mix. FBI agent Rachel Walling returns and a new partner all make Harry's case more complicated. The character of Harry Bosch continues to grow....!
LAPD detective Harry Bosh has a new job in the Homicide Special division, which handles murders with political, celebrity or media connections, or those called hobby cases, which are difficult to solve and take much time. His first call out involves a doctor killed at an overlook above Mulholland Dam. Bosch and his new partner, Ignacio Ferras, are surprised when the FBI shows up at the crime scene. The dead doctor worked with radioactive materials and the FBI thinks his murder is tied to a terrorist plot to build and activate a dirty bomb in Los Angeles. When they learn that radioactive material has been stolen from the doctor, the case shifts to investigate the terrorists who took the substance instead of who killed the doctor. But Bosch thinks there¿s more to this murder than what¿s obvious.Harry Bosch is once more at odds with the FBI and his own police department, but this relentless detective will not back down and pursues his own investigation in his own way. Bosch is an edgy man with a rebellious streak, a detective whose skills continue to keep him in good standing with the upper echelons of the police department, although he always manages to alienate most of those around him. Although this mystery is relatively easy for the reader to solve, the plot is tight and suspenseful, and takes place within a 12-hour time span.
A typical Michael Connelly mystery. A fast read, and perfect for long flights or days on the beach when it's raining outside.
Not one of Michael Connelly's best works, but well worth a read all the same. Detective Harry Bosch investigates a murder case tied to the disappearance of radioactive material believed to be targeted for making a dirty bomb. The FBI and Department of Homeland Security come into the picture along with the expected inter agency rivalry and reek havoc on Harry's investigation. Harry once again teams up with his ex-lover, FBI Agent Rachel Walling to bring the case to a close. About half the length of a typical Connelly story, its a fast paced and fun read.
I didn't realize how much I've missed Harry! This story picks up a while after the ending of Echo Park and Connelly explains that lag, quite reasonably, in a brief Q & A at the end of the edition, as well as providing a bonus chapter at the end that answers a few questions and leaves the door open for a few others. Harry seems to be mellowing a bit, and I think he quite likes the role of mentor, though he would never say that out loud . A brief throwback to Bosch's Vietnam days was handled remarkably well. In fact, I was wondering why no mention had been made up to that point and then there it was in the next chapter. I'm curious to see where the seemingly mellower Bosch will go next!
Not normally the type of book that I read but it was there and it was entertaining. It is always fun to figure out the plot and see if you can get to the correct ending.
A Suspense Filled Mystery, but a bit short. I enjoyed this novel. Michael Connelly has a unique writing style that is both interesting and satisfying. I thought the number of pages (225) was about 90 pages short which would have improved the development of the characters and plot. The plot is fairly simple and I didn't have a hard time following the clues in each chapter. With more pages the story and the characters would have been flushed out more. Still Mr. Connelly was able to pack everything into this mini novel and it kept me reading page after page.
Fast-paced thriller about a murder with nuclear crisis implications. Amazing twist at the end, classic Connelly.
In his first case since he left the LAPDs Open Unsolved Unit for the prestigious Homicide Special squad, Harry Bosch is called out to investigate a murder that may have chilling consequences for national security. A doctor with access to a dangerous radioactive substance is found murdered in the trunk of his car. Retracing his steps, Harry learns that a large quantity of radioactive cesium was stolen shortly before the doctors death. With the cesium in unknown hands, Harry fears the murder could be part of a terrorist plot to poison a major American city. Soon, Bosch is in a race against time, not only against the culprits, but also against the Department of Homeland Security and the FBI (in the form of Harry's one-time lover Rachel Walling), who are convinced that this case is too important for the likes of the LAPD. It is Boschs job to prove all of them wrong.
I didn't think this was one of Connelly's best mysteries. The story, at first, seemed very predictable, just another post-9/11 terrorist plot with radioactive materials stolen. It took me a while to get into it because of that, but I'll give the author props for the surprise ending. It was a nice twist on an otherwise uninspired mystery.
Meh, I couldn't get into this one. Perhaps because I'm so utterly sick of hearing about terrorists and whatnot. I mean, they're not going to go away, and all an unpopular war does is make us MORE of a target. So reading a book that (allegedly) involves terrorism wasn't my thing.Still, the ending was very good--though it didn't quite make up for the rest of the book. Plot was smart and well-delivered... I guess Bosch doesn't interest me that much as a character. Especially when he started butting heads with the Feds. I know cops and Feds don't like to cooperate with each other, so I get where Bosch was coming from; but then again, he's being stubborn with a case that could involve the release of radiation by terrorists if the Feds don't track them down--so his pig-headedness seems really petty and dangerous under these circumstances.An okay book but not one I'd recommend.
I don¿t have to much to say about the 13th installment of Michael Connelly¿s Harry Bosch series. I thought The Overlook was fast-paced and a very quick read. The book was way to short. The hardcover copy was only 225 pages. I liked the characters, but didn¿t think there was enough background given for any reader who has never read any of the previous books in the series.
One of the faster-paced Bosch books. For some reason, I'd figured out from the start who was responsible for the murder, but it was still put together well. A quick listen and pretty good - typical Bosch stuff.
A little short,but still a good read
Harry Bosch's case starts in the Hills of LA with their victim found shot by his car. When they run the plates and find it belows to a nuclear engineer who works with cancer doctors, the FBI swarms onto the scene believing the murdered man was involved in theft of materials for a dirty bomb. Harry refuses to be shut out of the case and puts himself and everyone else in jeopardy with his stubbornness. The ending was a surprise but shouldn't have been because it is a Harry Bosch novel, after all.
If I needed it, the ease and speed with which I read THE OVERLOOK is really confirmation that crime fiction, police procedural bordering on thriller is absolutely my genre of preference.Harry Bosch has recently moved from LAPD's Open Unsolved Unit to the prestigious Homicide Special squad. He has a new partner, a youngster Ignacio Ferras, who regards him as a bit of a dinosaur, and this is their first case. A body has been found at the overlook above the Mulholland Dam, and it's rather obviously a murder. The victim is a medical physicist who supplies a radio active substance called cesium for use in medical procedures that use radioactive therapy.Alarm bells go off for Harry when FBI agent Rachel Walling turns up at the scene of the crime. Rachel is attached to one of the FBI's Homeland Security operations called the Tactical Intelligence Unit. The body is easily identified and once the fact that a large quantity of cesium is found to be missing, the case becomes a tussle between the LAPD and the FBI. The FBI are saying this is a possible terrorist killing.For Harry, the involvement of Rachel is fraught with all sorts of hurdles, given a previous relationship. The FBI involvement spell danger for Harry in a number of other ways, including some he can't forsee. His new partner Iggy Farras causes other problems for Harry, not the least because Harry likes to be the alpha dog, works on hunches, rarely discusses anything, and doesn't do partnerships at all well.THE OVERLOOK was originally serialised in The New York Times Sunday Magazine, and Connelly says this gave him a chance to re-visit the book prior to publication as a book, although he did not make substantial changes.I haven't read all of the Harry Bosch series, 13 books since BLACK ECHO in 1992, but I have enjoyed all that I have read. This one was no exception.
This entry in the Harry Bosch series comprises and expands a serialized version of the story Connelly published in the New York Times Magazine. It contains some vintage Connelly/Bosch sequences, but it's marred by several longish sections that are barely-disguised political screeds. This problem is exacerbated by Connelly's insistence on yet again posing the FBI/Homeland Security agencies as Bosch's nemeses, this time in a murder case that's closely related to terrorism. Connelly really should give this theme a rest. It's becoming both unseemly and uninteresting.
An interesting story with a terrorist twist with a twist. Bosch is Bosch, but again it is St. George against the Homeland Security dragon. I prefer the local stories.
This is a spare story with the normal twists and turns I've come to expect in a "Bosch" book.
Quick entertaining read, but Bosch's antics iritate the reader as well as the FBI, when he plays politics with a nuclear terrorism threat.