The Poet (Jack McEvoy, #1; Harry Bosch Universe, #5)

by Michael Connelly

I imagined that she knew I was watching her. I’ve always believed that beautiful women know and understand they are always being watched.

We trust the things we find beautiful, the things we want. And maybe I wanted to confess to somebody after so many years.

Why is it, I wondered, that it is the ones who mean so much that are the hardest to reach out to?

“I guess you never heard that you supposedly can catch more flies with sugar than with lemon.” “Why waste the sugar on flies?” he replied.