The Overlook
Chapter One
The 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?"
"I'm 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 h ... read full excerpt from: The Overlook ebook
