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McCaleb knew the thick green binder she carried in one hand and the videocassette in the other meant Winston was there on business. Death business.
She paused and stared at him. “When they took out your heart, they didn’t take out what makes you tick, know what I mean?”
A momentary pang of guilt passed through him. He knew that despite his deep love for the woman and two children behind that light, he would rather be on the boat with the murder book than up there in the sleeping house.
i get that...
The unknown subject, McCaleb thought. So we meet again.
Bosch liked these times. The quiet before the storm. And he knew without a doubt that a storm was surely coming. He nodded to himself. He was ready, ready to dance with the devil once more.
“No one is an expert on Bosch,” Vosskuhler said without a smile. “Tortured soul, tormented genius… how will we ever know what is truly in a man’s heart?”
