Sublime

I was going downtown to kill a man who hadn’t done a damned thing to me, to kill an old guy whose only fault as far as I knew was throwing chewing gum wrappers in the street. I was going to kill him because I wanted money more than I wanted him to live and I was going to kill him filthily. Or maybe I wasn’t. Maybe he was going to kill me and go on

sat down in what had been Larry’s chair across from the old man, and said, “Hello, Mr. Bianchi. My name and number are written on your boy’s forehead.” The old man started looking around for his muscle. Albert jerked a thumb toward the back and said, “He’s in the john.”

asperity.

But she’ll talk to Imani McGuire. Holly is a fan of Michael Connelly’s detective hero, Harry Bosch, and especially of Bosch’s number one maxim: get off your ass and go knock on doors.