Defense attorney Mickey Haller returns with a haunting case in the gripping new thriller from #1 New York Times bestselling author Michael Connelly. Mickey Haller gets the text, "Call me ASAP - 187," and the California penal code for murder immediately gets his attention. Murder cases have the highest stakes and the biggest paydays, and they always mean Haller has to be at the top of his game.
When Mickey learns that the victim was his own former client, a prostitute he thought he had rescued and put on the straight and narrow path, he knows he is on the hook for this one. He soon finds out that she was back in LA and back in the life. Far from saving her, Mickey may have been the one who put her in danger.
Haunted by the ghosts of his past, Mickey must work tirelessly and bring all his skill to bear on a case that could mean his ultimate redemption or proof of his ultimate guilt. The Gods of Guilt shows once again why "Michael Connelly excels, easily surpassing John Grisham in the building of courtroom suspense" (Los Angeles Times).
About the Author
Michael Connelly is the author of twenty-five previous novels including the #1 New York Times bestsellers The Black Box, 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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The Gods of Guilt
By Michael Connelly
Little, Brown and CompanyCopyright © 2013 Michael Connelly
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I approached the witness stand with a warm and welcoming smile. This, of course, belied my true intent, which was to destroy the woman who sat there with her eyes fixed on me. Claire Welton had just identified my client as the man who had forced her out of her Mercedes E60 at gunpoint on Christmas Eve last year. She said he was the one who then shoved her to the ground before taking off with the car, her purse, and all the shopping bags she had loaded into the backseat at the mall. As she had just told the prosecutor who questioned her, he had also made off with her sense of security and self-confidence, even though for these more personal thefts he had not been charged.
"Good morning, Mrs. Welton."
She said the words like they were synonyms for please don't hurt me. But everyone in the courtroom knew it was my job to hurt her today and thereby hurt the state's case against my client, Leonard Watts. Welton was in her sixties and matronly. She didn't look fragile but I had to hope she was.
Welton was a Beverly Hills housewife and one of three victims who were roughed up and robbed in a pre-Christmas crime spree resulting in the nine charges against Watts. The police had labeled him the "Bumper Car Bandit," a strong-arm thief who followed targeted women from the malls, bumped into their cars at stop signs in residential neighborhoods, and then took their vehicles and belongings at gunpoint when they stepped out of their cars to check for damage. He then pawned or resold all the goods, kept any cash, and dropped the cars off at chop shops in the Valley.
But all of that was alleged and hinged on someone identifying Leonard Watts as the culprit in front of the jury. That was what made Claire Welton so special and the key witness of the trial. She was the only one of the three victims who pointed Watts out to the jury and unequivocally claimed that he was the one, that he did it. She was the seventh witness presented by the prosecution in two days but as far as I was concerned she was the only witness. She was the number one pin. And if I knocked her down at just the right angle, all the other pins would go down with her.
I needed to roll a strike here or the jurors who were watching would send Leonard Watts away for a very long time.
I carried a single sheet of paper with me to the witness stand. I identified it as the original crime report created by a patrol officer who was first to respond to the 911 call placed by Claire Welton from a borrowed cell phone after the carjacking occurred. It was already part of the state's exhibits. After asking for and receiving approval from the judge, I put the document down on the ledge at the front of the witness stand. Welton leaned away from me as I did this. I was sure most members of the jury saw this as well.
I started asking my first question as I walked back to the lectern between the prosecution and defense tables.
"Mrs. Welton, you have there the original crime report taken on the day of the unfortunate incident in which you were victimized. Do you remember talking with the officer who arrived to help you?"
"Yes, of course I do."
"You told him what happened, correct?"
"Yes. I was still shaken up at the—"
"But you did tell him what happened so he could put a report out about the man who robbed you and took your car, is that correct?"
"That was Officer Corbin, correct?"
"I guess. I don't remember his name but it says it on the report."
"But you do remember telling the officer what happened, correct?"
"And he wrote down a summary of what you said, correct?"
"Yes, he did."
"And he even asked you to read the summary and initial it, didn't he?"
"Yes, but I was very nervous."
"Are those your initials at the bottom of the summary paragraph on the report?"
"Mrs. Welton, will you now read out loud to the jury what Officer Corbin wrote down after talking with you?"
Welton hesitated as she studied the summary before reading it.
Kristina Medina, the prosecutor, used the moment to stand and object.
"Your Honor, whether the witness initialed the officer's summary or not, counsel is still trying to impeach her testimony with writing that is not hers. The people object."
Judge Michael Siebecker narrowed his eyes and turned to me.
"Judge, by initialing the officer's report, the witness adopted the statement. It is present recollection recorded and the jury should hear it."
Siebecker overruled the objection and instructed Mrs. Welton to read the initialed statement from the report. She finally complied.
"'Victim stated that she stopped at the intersection of Camden and Elevado and soon after was struck from behind by a car that pulled up. When she opened her door to get out and check for damage, she was met by a black male thirty to thirty-five YOA—' I don't know what that means."
"Years of age," I said. "Keep reading, please."
"'He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her the rest of the way out of the car and to the ground in the middle of the street. He pointed a black, short-barrel revolver at her face and told her he would shoot her if she moved or made any sound. The suspect then jumped into her car and drove off in a northerly direction, followed by the car that had rear-ended her vehicle. Victim could offer no..."
I waited but she didn't finish.
"Your Honor, can you instruct the witness to read the entire statement as written on the day of the incident?"
"Mrs. Welton," Judge Siebecker intoned. "Please continue to read the statement in its entirety."
"But, Judge, this isn't everything I said."
"Mrs. Welton," the judge said forcefully. "Read the entire statement as the defense counselor asked you to do."
Welton relented and read the last sentence of the summary.
"'Victim could offer no further description of the suspect at this time.'"
"Thank you, Mrs. Welton," I said. "Now, while there wasn't much in the way of a description of the suspect, you were from the start able to describe in detail the gun he used, isn't that right?"
"I don't know about how much detail. He pointed it at my face so I got a good look at it and was able to describe what I saw. The officer helped me by describing the difference between a revolver and the other kind of gun. I think an automatic, it's called."
"And you were able to describe the kind of gun it was, the color, and even the length of the barrel."
"Aren't all guns black?"
"How about if I ask the questions right now, Mrs. Welton?"
"Well, the officer asked a lot of questions about the gun."
"But you weren't able to describe the man who pointed the gun at you, and yet two hours later you pick his face out of a bunch of mug shots. Do I have that right, Mrs. Welton?"
"You have to understand something. I saw the man who robbed me and pointed the gun. Being able to describe him and recognize him are two different things. When I saw that picture, I knew it was him, just as sure as I know it's him sitting at that table."
I turned to the judge.
"Your Honor, I would like to strike that as nonresponsive."
Medina stood up.
"Judge, counsel is making broad statements in his so-called questions. He made a statement and the witness merely responded. The motion to strike has no foundation."
"Motion to strike is denied," the judge said quickly. "Ask your next question, Mr. Haller, and I do mean a question."
I did and I tried. For the next twenty minutes I hammered away at Claire Welton and her identification of my client. I questioned how many black people she knew in her life as a Beverly Hills housewife and opened the door on interracial identification issues. All to no avail. At no point was I able to shake her resolve or belief that Leonard Watts was the man who robbed her. Along the way she seemed to recover one of things she said she had lost in the robbery. Her self-confidence. The more I worked her, the more she seemed to bear up under the verbal assault and send it right back at me. By the end she was a rock. Her identification of my client was still standing. And I had bowled a gutter ball.
I told the judge I had no further questions and returned to the defense table. Medina told the judge she had a short redirect and I knew she would ask Welton a series of questions that would only reinforce her identification of Watts. As I slid into my seat next to Watts, his eyes searched my face for any indication of hope.
"Well," I whispered to him. "That's it. We are done."
He leaned back from me as if repelled by my breath or words or both.
"We?" he said.
He said it loud enough to interrupt Medina, who turned and looked at the defense table. I put my hands out palms down in a calming gesture and mouthed the words Cool it to him.
"Cool it?" he said aloud. "I'm not going to cool it. You told me you had this, that she was no problem."
"Mr. Haller!" the judge barked. "Control your client, please, or I'll have—"
Watts didn't wait for whatever it was the judge was about to threaten to do. He launched his body into me, hitting me like a cornerback breaking up a pass play. My chair tipped over with me in it and we spilled onto the floor at Medina's feet. She jumped sideways to avoid getting hurt herself as Watts drew his right arm back. I was on my left side on the floor, my right arm pinned under Watts's body. I manage to raise my left hand and caught his fist as it came down at me. It merely softened the blow. His fist took my own hand into my jaw.
I was peripherally aware of screams and motion around me. Watts pulled his fist back as he prepared for punch number two. But the courtroom deputies were on him before he could throw it. They gang-tackled him, their momentum taking him off me and onto the floor in the well in front of the counsel tables.
It all seemed to move in slow motion. The judge was barking commands no one was listening to. Medina and the court reporter were moving away from the melee. The court clerk had stood up behind her corral and was watching in horror. Watts was chest down on the floor, a deputy's hand on the side of his head, pressing it to the tile, an odd smile on his face as his hands were cuffed behind his back.
And in a moment it was over.
"Deputies, remove him from the courtroom!" Siebecker commanded.
Watts was dragged through the steel door at the side of the courtroom and into the holding cell used to house incarcerated defendants. I was left sitting on the floor, surveying the damage. I had blood on my mouth and teeth and down the crisp white shirt I was wearing. My tie was on the floor under the defense table. It was the clip-on I wear on days I visit clients in holding cells and don't want to get pulled through the bars.
I rubbed my jaw with my hand and ran my tongue along the rows of my teeth. Everything seemed intact and in working order. I pulled a white handkerchief out of an inside jacket pocket and started wiping off my face as I used my free hand to grab the defense table and help myself up.
"Jeannie," the judge said to his clerk. "Call paramedics for Mr. Haller."
"No, Judge," I said quickly. "I'm okay. Just need to clean up a little bit."
I picked my tie up and then made a pathetic attempt at decorum, reattaching it to my collar despite the deep red stain that had ruined the front of my shirt. As I worked the clip into my buttoned collar, several deputies reacting to the courtroom panic button undoubtedly pushed by the judge stormed in through the main doors at the back. Siebecker quickly told them to stand down and that the incident had passed. The deputies fanned out across the back wall of the courtroom, a show of force in case there was anyone else in the courtroom thinking about acting out.
I took one last swipe at my face with the handkerchief and then spoke up.
"Your Honor," I said. "I am deeply sorry for my client's—"
"Not now, Mr. Haller. Take your seat and you do the same, Ms. Medina. Everybody calm down and sit down."
I did as instructed, holding the folded handkerchief to my mouth and watching as the judge turned his seat fully toward the jury box. First he told Claire Welton that she was excused from the witness stand. She got up tentatively and walked toward the gate behind the counsel tables. She looked more shaken than anyone else in the courtroom. No doubt for good reason. She probably figured that Watts could have just as easily gone after her as me. And if he had been quick enough he would've gotten to her.
Welton sat down in the first row of the gallery, which was reserved for witnesses and staff, and the judge proceeded with the jury.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I am sorry that you had to see that display. The courtroom is never a place for violence. It is the place where civilized society takes its stand against the violence that is out on our streets. It truly pains me when something like this occurs."
There was a metal snapping sound as the door to the holding cell opened and the two courtroom deputies returned. I wondered how badly they had roughed up Watts while securing him in the cell.
The judge paused and then returned his attention to the jury.
"Unfortunately, Mr. Watts's decision to attack his attorney has prejudiced our ability to go forward. I believe—"
"Your Honor?" Medina interrupted. "If the state could be heard."
Medina knew exactly where the judge was headed and needed to do something.
"Not now, Ms. Medina, and do not interrupt the court."
But Medina was persistent.
"Your Honor, could counsel approach at sidebar?"
The judge looked annoyed with her but relented. I let her lead the way and we walked up to the bench. The judge hit the switch on a noise-canceling fan so the jury would not overhear our whispers. Before Medina could state her case, the judge asked me once more if I wanted medical attention.
"I'm fine, Judge, but I appreciate the offer. I think the only thing the worse for wear is my shirt, actually."
The judge nodded and turned to Medina.
"I know your objection, Ms. Medina, but there is nothing I can do. The jury is prejudiced by what they just saw. I have no choice."
"Your Honor, this case is about a very violent defendant who committed very violent acts. The jury knows this. They won't be unduly prejudiced by what they saw. The jury is entitled to view and judge for themselves the demeanor of the defendant. Because he voluntarily engaged in violent acts, the prejudice to the defendant is neither undue nor unfair."
"If I could be heard, Your Honor, I beg to differ with—"
"Besides that," Medina continued, running me over, "I fear the court is being manipulated by this defendant. He knew full well that he could get a new trial this way. He—"
"Whoa, wait a minute here," I protested. "Counsel's objection is replete with unfounded innuendo and—"
"Ms. Medina, the objection is overruled," the judge said, cutting off all debate. "Even if the prejudice is neither undue nor unfair, Mr. Watts has effectively just fired his attorney. I can't require Mr. Haller to go forward in these circumstances and I am not inclined to allow Mr. Watts back into this courtroom. Step back. Both of you."
"Judge, I want the people's objection on the record for appeal."
"You shall have it. Now step back."
We went back to our tables and the judge turned off the fan and then addressed the jury.
"Ladies and gentlemen, as I was saying, the event you just witnessed has created a situation prejudicial to the defendant. I believe that it will be too difficult for you to divorce yourself from what you just saw as you deliberate on his guilt or innocence of the charges. Therefore, I must declare a mistrial at this time and discharge you with the thanks of this court and the people of California. Deputy Carlyle will escort you back to the assembly room where you may gather your things and go home."
The jurors seemed unsure of what to do or whether everything was over. Finally, one brave man in the box stood up and soon the others followed. They filed out through a door at the back of the courtroom.
I looked over at Kristina Medina. She sat at the prosecution table with her chin down, defeated. The judge abruptly adjourned court for the day and left the bench. I folded my ruined handkerchief and put it away.
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Barnes & Noble Review Interview with Michael
It can be a little startling, for those of us who follow series fiction, to watch the growing space a writer occupies on our bookshelves and realize the amount of time we've been keeping with each other over the years. The Gods of Guilt is Michael Connelly's twenty-seventh novel since his 1993 debut, The Black Echo, which introduced his steadiest protagonist, Los Angeles police detective Harry Bosch. The Gods of Guilt is Mickey Haller's show. "The Lincoln Lawyer," as he's known, is still conducting business from the back of his sedan, still walking the ethical edge to do right but his clients, and, in this installment, haunted by the way that duty has cost him the affection of his teenage daughter whose friends were killed by a client Mickey freed. The case he's tackling in The Gods of Guilt centers on a former client, a woman he believed had left sex work behind, but who ends up dead and whose accused killer Mickey defends.
The reigning writer of L.A. noir, Connelly took time for an email correspondence with B&N Review to answer questions about what unites Mickey Haller and Harry Bosch, the place of crime fiction in today's literary world, and how his own writing process has changed one the years. --Charles Taylor
The Barnes & Noble Review: Mickey Haller tells us that the title The Gods of Guilt is lawyer slang for the jury. And guilt takes many forms in the book, not just what those gods will decide but the burden Mickey carries with him. Can you talk a little about the virtues of guilt as both dramatic device and as something that allows you to explore your hero's psyche?
Michael Connelly: I think it was Raymond Chandler who said there is a quality of redemption in anything that is art. I believe it and so I think that if you have a character in a book who is operating with a sense of guilt then he is a character seeking redemption. This can be very dramatic. In this book I think the heart of the story is Mickey struggling with the guilt of having damaged his relationship with his daughter. He wants her back. That's his redemption and in his way, he sees a not guilty verdict in his case as a means to that redemption.
BNR: Mickey Haller gets to take shortcuts that Harry Bosch couldn't. Is part of the pleasure of writing the character finding ways to indulge that defense lawyer's craftiness?
MC: Yes, Harry has more rules and he is also the one with the noble mission. So when I write about Mickey I feel this freedom to really go down into the trenches of the justice system. I know that no matter what short cuts he takes or how off his moral compass seems to be, I can always bring him into the good graces of the reader by the end.
BNR: Do you see consonances between these two characters?
MC: I think on a very broad level they are moving on the same plane. They want to do the right thing. They have daughters of similar age and they want the world to be better for them. There are commonalities we all share and I would start there for them. I think they both dwell in a gray world and by that they know that the cops don't always get it right, that the justice system is something that is malleable.
BNR: Los Angeles has been the background for some of the giants of crime writing, Chandler and Ross Macdonald among them. How do you think the city specifically feeds your work, and why does it continue to be such fertile ground for the genre?
MC: It's a destination location, one of those cities that people go to because wherever they are from does not work for them. That consequently builds this iconic idea of the place where dreams are fulfilled. But that only happens for a small percentage of the weary travelers who get here. There are more have-nots than haves. You have a lot of isolation and people feeling left out. It makes it fertile ground for stories involving crimes. And that's before you even get to the physical beauty and geographic diversity -- ocean, mountains, desert -- that is marred by man and nature. Any minute there can be a social or tectonic earthquake. No wonder writers are drawn here.
BNR: If I could broaden that question of geography, what do you think it is that unites crime writers in various countries? For instance, we've been seeing a lot of writers from Scandinavia in the past few years. What do you think they share with their American counterparts?
MC: That's a difficult question to answer, because for the most part I avoid classifying writers by genre or geography. In terms of writing and writers I don't see a great difference between what somebody is doing in, say, Edinburgh, and what I am doing with L.A. We are writing character-driven stories where the stakes are high and the protagonists must stand strong against dark forces. I think there are of course vogues in reading that result in popularity like the recent Scandinavian explosion. But the beauty of it is that readers are always reading. There's nobody out there who only reads Scandinavian readers. Nobody who only reads California writers. That would be crazy.
BNR: A question I like to ask the crime writers I get to talk to: Do you think it's fair to say that contemporary fiction has largely abandoned the task of writing about our primary institutions of justice, and how do you think crime writers have risen to the task?
MC: That's more classification. I think crime fiction is contemporary fiction. For good or bad, it is hard to write something that is reflective of the world we live in without some mention of crime. The Bonfire of the Vanities is a great American novel, but it's also about a crime and a court case. So I don't see the walls between all of these things. But to your point about crime writers, I do think that people writing series fiction are for the most part prolific and contemporary which gives them perhaps the inside track on being able to be reflective on current events and society. There is an importance to that. I feel like it's the crime writers who are on the ground and reporting from the front lines of society, while the literary writers will be offering their take in five or six years.
BNR: What are the pleasures and challenges of writing about a character for as long as you've now written about Harry?
MC: Part of the writing process is getting to know your characters and so there is a great comfort in knowing characters like Mickey Haller and Harry Bosch so well. The challenge is to avoid being static from book to book. You always have to dig deeper and reveal new material. If you fail to do that you're dead in the water.
BNR: In the acknowledgements to The Black Box you talk about the inspiration of the music of Frank Morgan and Art Pepper (both of whom spent time in prison due to their addictions). Can you talk about that inspiration? Do you write to music or do you need silence to write?
MC: I don't always have music on, but I do think it's important in the writing process. I often listen to what Harry listens to while writing those books. It's a weird thing because the reader obviously can't hear the music. They only get the reference on the page. But music can be used to say a lot about character. Harry listens to musicians who had to struggle and overcome to make their music. He's had to struggle and overcome, too. That's the connection.
BNR: Are you conscious of ways in which your writing or your process has changed over the years? Has it become easier, or does writing become more demanding as you become more experienced?
MC: For any aspect that gets easier there is always going to be something that gets more difficult. I think the biggest change within me is that I have much more confidence in what I can do. So I don't panic if it is not going well or if I am getting a slow start on a book. I know it will eventually come.
BNR: A softball: If we could see your current "to read" stack, what books in it are you looking forward to most?
MC: Tatiana by Martin Cruz Smith. I have been an Arkady Renko fan since Gorky Park. After that, Cross My Heart by James Patterson. It's been twenty years of Alex Cross. I know how difficult it is to keep a character alive that long. These two authors have done it, and I think I will read these books as much for the lesson as the pleasure.
--December 3, 2013
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
After pulling one of his patented courtroom “stunts” to get one of his “guilty” clients off, Mickey is handed a murder case involving an internet “pimp.” Andre La Cosse is a designer of web-sites for call girl. Andre also helps set up their “meets” and collects a fee for the service. Andre is accused of murdering a call girl (Gloria Dayton) that used to be a client of Mickey some 10 years ago. This should cause a conflict but Mickey agrees to take the case because he is convinced of Andre’s innocence and Gloria herself had recommended Mickey to Andre, should he ever need a lawyer. Mickey must vacate his Lincoln “office” and gather his troops led by Cisco and a sharp young lawyer named Julie Aronson and gather at a makeshift office in a building being rented out by a rock band. As the prosecution has strong evidence tying Andre to the murder, Mickey and his team try to find an alternate killer to tie to Gloria’s murder. The more they investigate they find that everything may be tied to a Mexican drug lord sitting in prison that Gloria had helped to put away ten years prior. As they approach that angle other elements emerge and they find themselves in danger from those who want their investigation to cease. Written with Connelly’s amazing style, the narrative draws readers in from the start and has the usual incredible courtroom exchanges that transport the reader right into the fray. The courtroom scenes are fairly intense and we get to see how when faced with an “innocent” client, Mickey gets more determined to succeed at all costs. As an aside in the tale, Mickey is struggling with trying to re-kindle his relationship with his estranged daughter who has cast Mickey aside because of someone he defended. His attempts to win her back go on throughout the tale and help bring some “humanity” to Mickey’s sometimes devious character. This is not the best Lincoln Lawyer tale but is a very good one.
I've read every book by this author and generally prefer the Harry Boesch series. However, this book provides what so few do these days. This novel has an ending. A real ending. Mickey Haller's summation at the end not only brought everything together, but he makes the reader feel. It is like he's looking out a window at his life as he narrates what has happened since the trial and how it has changed him and those around him. These characters aren't the two dimensional variety of so many authors today. The ending just blew me away with Mickey's reflections.w
As a huge fan of the Mickey Haller *5 series (Lincoln Lawyer) – I really enjoyed Michael’s Connelly’s thriller--The Gods of Guilt! Michael is a brilliant writer and knows how to keep the suspense building. Loved connecting with all the characters and hoping there will be a movie based on the book (with McConaughey, of course)! I always buy the audio version as Peter Giles is a great performer and ideal for the storyline and characters. As usual, Mickey Haller is in the middle of one of the highest stake murder case---he is either always at the top or at the bottom (wow, this guy can preserve!). When Mickey learns the victim was his own former client, a prostitute (which we learned about in his former books) – he is haunted by ghosts of the past and works diligently to solve the case. Andre La Cosse, a high-tech pimp, is charged with murdering one of his clients, Giselle Dallinger, a prostitute who turns out to be known to Haller as Gloria Dayton, from 2005's The Lincoln Lawyer. As usual, Halley can smell trouble and he and his staff pulls out all the stops --Cisco and Lorna Taylor, as well as associate Jennifer and of course driver Earl. Haller's strategy is not to uncover the truth but to develop a credible alternative theory of the crime—of course, there is always high level of drama in the courtroom----as Haller appeals directly to the members of the jury, "the gods of guilt". You will be able to catch up with his ex-wives, and his estranged daughter --- of the title. Brilliantly written to make the legal system proud-- Michael Connelly is at the top of his game!
Reading it now...awesome! Crminal defense law in L A...it doesn't get much grittier than that.
I have religiously and immediately bought Connelly's books since the first one I read. I read them all. This one seemed formulaic and not exciting. Pages were filled with much technical detail about court procedure which didn't interest me as a lawyer. The metaphor the Gods of guilt was laboriously dragged up far too many times. Once was enough. Sadly, 2 stars for this. Would like another Bosch, but hope it can feel less like he's churning out a new title in time for Christmas!
I am always a fan of Michael Connelly, and this character, Micky Haller, is always someone I look forward to reading. This book did not disappoint and I loved the story line and where it all went. Must reading for the couch-detective.
I really liked this book. I like the fact that Mickey is flawed. Too often the protagonist in a book is painted as a saint which can get really irritating. The story moves along at a nice pace with a few twists and turns.
Excellent, I loved this book. Only I stayed up way too late because I couldn't put it down. Great story and great writing. I love the gods of guilt theme through out the book and tie-up at the end. It gave me something to think about as to how it might apply to myself.
I absolutely loved this book! Michael Connelly is one of my favorite authors - he never disappoints!
Good read strong ending however, after such a long wait, really expected to be blown away. Will continue to anticipate next novel from this author.
Mickey is at the top of his game! The courtroom 'antics' are better than ever. Keeping the flow with some of the same characters, it is more than enough to look forward to the Dec 2nd arrival of the rest of the book. Thankful he has not yet outgrown the Town Car.
Mickey takes a case that turns out to be the Holy Grail of defense attorneys...a truely innocent man! Accused of killing one of his girls, an e-pimp proclsims his innocence and soon Mickey believes he's telling the truth. But if he didn't do it, why does every bit of evidence point in his direction? Was it sloppy police work or something more sinister? Before long, Mickey's life is on the line as well as that of his meager staff. Connelly, as usual, makes his characters come alive and weaves a tight, seamless plot. You see how it's going to turn out, but you rrally don't know how he'll get there. Well worth the read!
Sorry to say but it was average. There are so many crime drama stories out there and this one was fine but nothing new. It was overly descriptive and highly predictable and left nothing to the imagination or for the brain to consider. So, I'm indifferent.
I enjoy this series but I do like the Harry Bosch series better.
Great concept for a book. I enjoyed reading this book.I think its one of his best.
If you ever have to spend 13 hours on a car trip by yourself you cannot imagine a better companion than the unabridged version of this book on disk. Great story and the miles just rolled by. Actually enjoyed this one more than earlier books in the series.
Mickey Haller is a great character and I hope the author continues to write more books featuring him.
Well done again
Not the most likable character, but different from your super-upstanding citizen. Keeps your attention, even if a few scenes are a bit rougher and more graphic than I would prefer.
If you like reading about the law and how it works, you must read.
It was nice to check in on Mickey to see what is new in his life. Another death of a close associate really saddens me. I have begun to view these people as friends....which I think attests to his skill as a writer. Waiting for the next one and interested to see what his cousin is involved in as well.
Anyone who likes court cases and verdict guessing will love this.
Not Connelly's best but good.
I have always enjoyed Michael Connelly's books. They keep you guessing up to the end.
While not my favorite Mickey Haller novel, it is still worth reading.